"Average."
It was a simple word, uttered to few but heard by many. A powerful declaration, a scathing critique, a weapon in the hands of its wielder.
That word on her tongue carved deep into the ego of many a man that came to see her, each hoping to satisfy the temptress, each offering nothing but disappointment. Her tastes were specific and if you didn't measure up, you were wasting her time.
Nikki was a size queen, unabashed and unashamed of her affinity for huge cocks. Her selective reputation was well known, almost outstripping her own renown on the sun-bleached streets of Las Vegas where she made her living. While the other escorts paraded the strip with their legs open for anyone wanting to sample the sinful Nevadan nightlife, Nikki was different. Nikki was, well, picky. It was unclear of what started her rise in popularity, the fact that most clients were turned away the minute they dropped their drawers certainly didn't help with word of mouth, but to many, there was a certain charm to the choosy floozy. It became a challenge, an unspoken right of passage for travellers to visit Nikki to be sized up, judged by her harsh gaze and critical disposition. Few were ever deemed worthy, but still her business grew and the clever call-girl leaned into the gimmick, printing 4-inch business cards adorned with a ruler and a tagline that read "If You Ain't Bigger Than Two Of These, Don't Call."
While it was the one-off appointments that kept her schedule full, it was the return clients that kept her afloat. Over her career, Nikki groomed a stable of dedicated regulars, each of them judged to be satisfactory by her stringent standards. It was a great honour to be among this chosen few, and that is exactly where Dr. George Ming Han found himself. What was he a doctor of? What did he do for a living? Nikki didn't know and didn't care, she never bothered to ask. All that mattered was his money and the almost inhuman 9-inch monster between his legs. But Dr. Ming Han was different in a way. The sultry sexpot had seen the breadth of humanity during her tenure and few clients carried themselves as he did. There was no bravado, no airs to be put on. When the good doctor arrived, he was courteous and humble in a way Nikki never thought any man with penis that large could be. It endeared him, and while he never overstepped any unspoken boundaries with her, the selective seductress came to appreciate her appointments with him more than any of her other regular clients. So much so that, for the first time, with him or any of her other faithfuls, Nikki was making the trip to see George instead of him coming to her. Dr. Ming Han was not a Vegas native. The prestigious man worked and made his home in Florida, a fair bit more than a stone's throw from sin city. He came to Vegas every few months for conferences and various work-related meetings, not that Nikki ever knew that, she never inquired into his affairs. For all she knew, George came to town just to see her, a thought she knew couldn't be wholly true, but one that delighted her just the same.
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She boarded the sleek airliner, her first time flying in luxury. Not that she couldn't afford to, she barely flew as it was, but this was on the good doctor's dime and she intended to make the most of it. As she found her seat, Nikki imagined the reaction of the other passengers in this section getting an eyeful as she strode onto the plane. Amidst the stuffy suits and seasoned socialites that populated the first class seats, Nikki stood out like a bleached-blonde nail among a plank of uniformly flattened fasteners. The tall woman towered over the other travellers, having to duck slightly beneath the ceiling of the cabin as she took long, commanding steps atop her outrageously high platform heels. Her luscious, lovely legs were wrapped in tight fishnets that hugged her shapely form all the way up into the even tighter leather miniskirt that barely protected her decency. Her ass bobbed and bounced with each step, straining the tortured garment. As it should, she thought. Nikki paid greatly for a booty as fine as hers, cosmetically cushioned by the finest plastic surgeons in the state of Nevada, it was always meant to attract attention. As her plump bottom filled the spacious seat, the bodacious beauty leaned back in a stretch, her equally enhanced bosom jutting outward with pride. Nikki's pierced nipples stood firm, threatening to burst forth from the too-small white t-shirt she wore beneath an un-zipped and stylish cropped leather jacket. Amid the hum of machinery, the murmurs and looks were present. The eyes of the haughty hierarchs, the rulers of these class-divided castles, fell upon the proud bimbo, a fact she was well aware of, a fact she revelled in. Her outfit was loud, her persona was in-your-face, she commanded the attention of the plane simply by boarding it and Nikki felt proud to stand out among a pressurized tube full of squares.
"Excuse me, miss?" A meagre voice spoke, surprising Nikki as she comfortably sprawled out in her seat. The smug succubis turned to see a flight attendant at her side, standing somewhat uncomfortably as if she had been there for some time unseen.
"We'll be departing soon." She said with a demure smile, glad to have finally been noticed.
"Would you like to order a drink before we take off?"
Nikki smiled, the crowd wasn't her type, but flying in the lap of luxury was definitely something she could get used to. Dr. Ming Han was doing well so far.
The flight itself was uneventful. Kept company by an endless supply of martinis and movies, the bored blonde looked down at the encroaching airport and finished the last of her drink, her manicured hands raising the glass to her plump, crimson, collagen-filled lips. Soon the rubber hit the tarmac and her first first class experience was behind her. Pulling a gaudy bright pink wheeled suitcase, Nikki blew past scores of ambling tourists as she headed for the exit where a car would be waiting for her. She pondered what sort of vehicle would be there, shuddering at the thought of an uber or, God forbid, a cab sitting with a vacant seat just for her. No, no, this simply would not do. But her fears were dispelled as the leggy blonde rounded the corner to see a well dressed man scanning the crowd. A chauffeur stood by the exit, holding a cardboard sign that amused her. "Dr. Nikki Flores PHD". George was not without his sense of humour, one that the she found charming and quaint.
The chauffeur stowed her luggage and soon she was off again, enjoying a comfortable ride in a luxurious SUV, helping herself to the complimentary champagne as the Floridian landscape whizzed by.
The trip was brief, a slight fifteen minute drive to a small secluded piece of land nearby. The SUV pulled up and Nikki caught a glimpse of the estate, a modern-looking ranch-style home bordering a thick layer of brush. The wheels slowed to a halt and the driver got out, rounding the vehicle to open the door for his passenger and as it swung open, standing in the doorway to the estate was Dr. Ming Han.
A warm smile drew across his face as he took a few steps outward, hands in the pockets of some comfortable looking slacks, the gentle breeze ruffling his stylish dark blue button up. He looked a bit older for his age, greyer than most for a man in his mid-40's but he wore it well. His silver streaked hair was nicely kept and his stubbled face gave him a rugged, dashing appearance almost unbefitting of a man as gentle and thoughtful as he was.
"Welcome to the Sunshine State." He said with a wry grin. Nikki took a few steps closer and folded her arms, an eyebrow raised.
"How the fuck can anyone live with this humidity?" She asked sternly, holding her expression before letting a coy smile sneak onto her face. George laughed, taking her luggage from the chauffeur as he waved the driver off.
"When was the last time you had rain down in Vegas?" He asked, mostly to tease but still genuinely curious.
"Rain? Rain in Vegas?" The blonde bimbo responded incredulously.
"I think I misheard you, I think you said something stupid."
George smiled behind a small chuckle before closing in for a hug and the two shared a tender moment. Nikki had never felt an attachment to a client like this, it felt odd, unusual, but she held on tight to her benefactor's embrace, enjoying the feeling before breaking off.
"Seriously, though. This humidity." She said flatly, fanning herself with her dainty, manicured hand.
"Right, right. Please, come on in." The good doctor said with a smile as he held the door ajar. Instantly, a thrust of cool, conditioned air washed over the beautiful babe as she stepped through the threshold. In an instant, every bead of sweat on her body that had languished in the unfamiliar climate chilled and Nikki felt refreshment sweep across her entire being.
"Welcome!" George announced, closing the door behind him. The interior lived up to the expectations the outer facade projected. The home was spacious and open with slick furnishings laid out in a considered manner. The decor was tasteful but not boring with beautiful displays lining the walls of the one-storey home, stopping just before the large, open kitchen where a lone hired chef stood, sharpening a knife as they prepared to carve a masterfully cooked roast. Nikki took it all in with silent amazement.
"So, you have this all to yourself, huh?" She asked, trying to mask her impressed tone. George smiled gently and took her hand as he lead her to the dining area.
"Most of this place is mine to do with as I please, but the land was actually part of a government grant. They gave me a space to conduct my research and I got a pretty nice pad to live in. Not a bad deal, if I must say so." He exclaimed, pulling out a chair for Nikki at the dinner table, lit by gentle candlelight.
"Ooh, you're such a gentleman." She teased as she took her seat. The good doctor took his place on the adjacent end of the table, uncorking a bottle of wine as he poured them each a glass of Chablis. Nikki took her glass, enjoying a healthy sip as the chef brought forth various platters and cloches of food before wheeling the roast over to be carved.
"I know you have a thing for red meat." George said.
"Antonio here is one of the best chefs in the state and his knife skills are unmatched."
"Eight or ten ounces, madam?" Antonio sked softly.
"Ten, please." Nikki answered as the chef began to delicately carve a perfect piece off.
"She has a thing for big meat." The doctor said, quickly taking a sip to stifle his own laughter. Nikki chuckled at her companion's unsubtle joke and filled her plate with the various accoutrements and sides as the two dug in to their delicious looking meal, catching up by the light of the flickering candle. Once dinner was done, the dishes put away, the chef sent home, Dr. Ming Han and his lovely companion lounged on a spacious sectional to decompress after the sizeable meal. He gently ran his finger's through Nikki's beautiful blonde hair as she held him tight, luxuriating in the moment.
"I'm sure you're dying to hear what I think." Nikki said, pulling her head away slightly.
"Oh am I?" The doctor asked, bemused.
"Oh yes. And I think you'll be happy to know that I am indeed impressed. You've done good, Georgie." She proclaimed, giving her lover a peck on the cheek.
"But." Nikki continued.
"I know you didn't bring me out here for some prime rib and expensive wine. You promised me something, and I don't want to wait anymore."
George laughed, running his hand down Nikki's back as he looked at her. She was ravenous in her pursuits and the good doctor knew even a hefty meal wouldn't slow her down. He liked that about her.
"And what did I promise exactly?" He asked, coyly. Nikki smirked. He knew exactly what he said, he just wanted to hear her repeat it.
"A night of the most extreme cock worship I'd ever experience." Nikki said in a sultry whisper as she pulled herself in close, her massive enhanced breasts pressing against his firm body. He smiled, and stood up, helping the eager escort to her feet.
"I have such wondrous things to show you."
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"Any guesses?" He asked, the hum of the elevator filling the space.
"Well, I never had you pegged as the 'freaky sex dungeon' type, so I can only assume there's something else down here." Nikki said with a shrug.
The elevator slowed to a stop as the lights came on, illuminating the spacious sub floor. Hidden beneath the modest trappings above lay a laboratory and research station, a place where George was able to complete his work in peace. Though deep underground, the chamber had a cozy atmosphere, warmly lit with a few comfy-looking pieces of furniture placed around the outside of the area. The inmost section housed the equipment, various apparatuses and devices of unknown purpose, presumably used in the good doctor's research. The largest of these machines was a metal platform linked to a console of some kind, flanked by large shutters of some kind. She looked around in quiet astonishment, uncertain of what the doctor had in store for her, the space felt like it was ripped from the pages of a science fiction novel. But most curiously, the one feature that caught Nikki's attention was a lone watermelon, sitting on a bar-like countertop.
So this is what a government grant will get you, huh?" She asked. George walked behind the counter of the makeshift bar and poured a red cocktail into a shot glass.
"Yup. Your tax dollars at work." He said, gesturing towards the shot. Nikki was hesitant to try the bright Crimson drink, but Dr. Ming Han hadn't steered her wrong so far. She downed the shot and wiped her lips, pausing for a moment as she fought the urge to throw the disgusting tasting liquid back up.
"What the hell was that, George?! You're never mixing me another drink." The sickened stunner gagged, retching slightly. For his part, the doctor merely laughed as he reached down behind the counter, preparing something else.
"I apologize for the taste, I would've warned you but I don't know that you would've drank it if I did." He said, pulling out a syringe filled with what appeared to be that same bright red fluid. George gave the needle a flick before plunging it into the watermelon and the fluid began to seep into the ripe, round fruit.
"This stuff is what I call Matter Transference Fluid." He explained. "It's what I've been working on down here. After a few rough years, I think I finally have it."
The syringe's contents quickly finished draining into melon and George began walking to the large machine in the centre, bringing his fruity experiment with him. Nikki was incredulous.
"So you flew me out to Florida to drink your science project? I'm not a lab rat, Georgie! I'm a hooker!" She protested, throwing her hands up as she watched her companion continue his work with purpose. He placed the melon in the middle of the centre platform and stepped behind the console, entering a string commands when the machine came to life. The large shutters descended as a metal shield fell around the platform and several emitters began to bombard the rhiney fruit with some sort of energy. The light show was intense, and Nikki had to turn away to keep from being stunned by the brilliant flashes of colour. Soon though, the production stopped and the metal shield receded, leaving the watermelon alone on the platform in the exact same condition as before.
"Alright." The good doctor said.
"Your turn."
"My turn for what?!" Nikki shrieked.
"You don't actually expect me to get in that thing?!"
George smirked.
"Niks, do you trust me?" He asked, softly. With a subtle raising of his eyebrow, Dr. Ming Han took a step towards his uncomfortable beau, draping an arm around her shoulder.
"At the moment, I'm finding it rather difficult." The nervous blonde replied, pulling away from his touch slightly.
"I know you probably think you have a damn good reason to make me play ball, but you haven't exactly sweetened the pot, Georgie."
He laughed.
"Look, I don't want to give away the surprise but I promise that you will be perfectly fine. I would never do anything to hurt you, Nikki. And at the end of it all, I think you're going to have the best night of your life. What do you say?"
She sighed as she looked into his eyes. Perhaps, deep down, some part of her resented how much she trusted him but Nikki knew the doctor would keep his promise. If this was the reason she came all the way to Florida, she knew she had to go through with it.
"Fine." Nikki relented.
"Walk me through it."
"This is why you're my favourite!" George exclaimed, kissing the tentative blonde on her forehead before walking back to the console.
"Go ahead and stand on he platform for me and I'll explain."
Nikki sheepishly took her first step, then followed it up with a second, her heels clacking on the metal surface of the device. She stood in the centre and crossed her arms expectantly as her partner fiddled with the various buttons and keys then looked back to her as she stared at him expectantly.
"Um. On second thought, it might be better if you strip for this." He said, scratching his head.
"Like, all the way?" Nikki asked back, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Probably for the best, yea." The good doctor affirmed.
"Keep your clothes off the platform if you can."
She smirked. At least this was familiar territory. Slowly, the sultry seductress began to strip, starting with her short leather skirt. She pulled the itty bitty garment down over the curves of her legs, swaying her hips as she stepped out of the miniskirt, her shapely legs still wrapped in the tight fishnets, her womanhood covered with a naughty, barely there thong. Kicking the discarded article of clothing to the side, she looked back to George with an expression that read "whaddya think?", only for that expression to fade when she realized the good doctor was too focused on the console in front of him to notice her sexy show.
"Motherfucker, are you watching?!" Nikki asked, irritated.
"Sorry, Niks, I really need to make sure I calibrate this properly. You look good though." George answered apologetically. The hesitant harlot grumbled under her breath as she shed her tiny t-shirt, fishnets, underwear, and shoes in an efficient manner that she was unaccustomed to in the presence of a paying client. The good doctor was promising a lot, but he certainly wasn't bringing the foreplay. Nikki tapped her toes against the cold steel platform, waiting for the next step.
"Ok, I've got you dialled in. Are you ready? This might tingle a little bit as I pair you with the melon." The doctor said, more excitedly than Nikki would have liked.
"You'll what me with the what?!" She asked, nervously recalling scenes from The Fly with Jeff Goldblum. She entertained the impulse to jump off the steel platform, but found her moment to flee had passed as the metal shield descended, trapping her inside the ominous cage.
"Ok, pairing in 3, 2, 1."
The light was more intense than any she had ever seen. All the neon in Vegas felt dim compared to the sunburst of energy that swirled around and into her body as the machine thrummed to life.
"Georgieeeeee!" She called, feeling the buzz circulate through her veins, pulsing with an unknown, undiscovered sensation. It was pain, but it was pleasure, and as she felt the surge of power shoot through her, Nikki couldn't help but feel slightly turned on. The machine provided a gentle vibration to the core of her very being, exciting her cells on a subatomic level while her whole body rocked with the subtle wave of pleasure. As she rode the feeling, the emitter panels faded and the shield raised. Dr. Ming Han's machine had stopped, but what had it done?
"How do you feel?" The good doctor asked with a bright smile.
"I-uh. Good, I think?" The perplexed girl stammered, looking herself over.
"Huh, I'll note that in my findings. I didn't expect it to feel like anything past a nasty static shock." He said, picking up the watermelon and placing it on the floor in the centre of the chamber.
"So I bet you're curious to know what I've done to you." George continued.
"Well, it's quite simple. You and the watermelon there have been given the Matter Transference Fluid and scanned by the Transference Conduit. You've been paired."
"Paired?" Nikki inquired, looking at the watermelon with confusion.
"Watch the melon." Was all the good doctor said. Once again stood behind the console, he punched in some more unseen commands when Nikki felt the tingling sensation return. As the feeling peaked, she found it hard to keep her attention focused on the watermelon, her idle hands caressing her inner thighs mindlessly, but soon noted a curious and alarming sight. The watermelon was expanding, increasing in size right before her! It continued to swell upward, encroaching past her navel as it rose higher and higher upward, soon reaching eye level with the surprised sexworker.
"Georgie, this is incredible." Nikki said with a pause, looking over the humongous fruit.
"But surely you didn't bring me out here to watch you grow a-"
Her snark was cut short as she turned to face her companion. Emerging from behind the console, the good doctor now stood behind, and above, the beautiful blonde, towering over her by a huge margin. Nikki was shocked, even without her heels, she was always a tall girl, but Dr. Ming Han was now almost twice her size, peering down at her. She stepped back, startled, bumping into the heavy 3 foot-tall fruit that refused to budge against her touch. George merely chuckled, running a hand over the considerable bulge forming in his slacks.
"But.. how?" Nikki asked, slumping against the melon, her gaze firmly locked on the contents of her partner's pants.
"Matter transference. For the melon to grow, that matter has to come from somewhere, in this instance, you." George smiled, unbuttoning his fly.
"Wait... woah, woah." She panted, almost salivating. Piece by piece, it all fell together in her mind as Nikki finally began to understand what exactly George had promised. She felt her knees wobble as she dropped to the floor, her already-excited pussy dripping with palpable anticipation. Dr. Ming Han pulled his pants down, discarding them carelessly as he continued to stare at the diminutive escort beneath him. His enormous 9-inch cock strained against the confines of his boxers, threatening to tear loose overhead.
"I promised you cock worship like you've never experienced. Now you know, I always keep my promises." George said with passion, tossing his underwear away as Nikki stared up in awe. The monster had been unleashed.
No sensation had ever shocked her nervous system like this. No feeling had ever come close to reaching the same peaks. Standing on the cold metal floor of the subterranean laboratory, Nikki Florés, standing a mere three feet tall, stared in awe. Her head buzzed, a euphoric cloud of thought and instinct waged war within her mind as she did nothing but gawk with complete attention, attention focused solely on the good doctor.
“Something caught your tongue, Niks?” George asked sweetly, with an undercurrent of snark. He took another step closer, the enormity of his form doubling in size to the diminutive diva as he approached. His cock, ready for the night of carnal pleasure it was promised, stood to attention, bobbing slightly with each footfall that brought the doctor intimately close to his lover. Nikki merely gasped like a she had crawled through the hottest desert and just caught a glimpse of fresh water. As though she were in a dream, uncertain if what she was seeing was real, the stupefied seductress reached forward, cupping in her hand the now even-more-massive cockhead that drew ever closer.
It was enormous, spanning the length of her elbow to the tips of her fingers with the thickness and girth of a can of soda. Gently, the tremendous penis throbbed in Nikki's hand, thrumming softly to the beat of her paramour's heart. This was a real as real got.
She didn't need an invitation. The ravenous girl knew what she wanted, what her and the good doctor both wanted, and went for it. Without a thought, she pounced, meeting the sensitive tip of George's monster with her own soft, full lips. Passionately, the miniature mistress kissed the tree-branch of a penis, lavishly lathering it's length with loving licks from her lightning-quick tongue. The doctor let out a sharp exhale of pleasure, enjoying the sight from his now relatively-lofty vantage point as Nikki through herself at his cock with an almost fanatic devotion.
“I thought you might like this.” He said between slight, pleasured gasps.
“But why don't we move this over to the bed? I brought it down here for a reason.”
She didn't hear him, or didn't care. The half-sized bimbo continued to work her benefactor's mighty shaft. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever taken, Nikki knew this. She had an elephantine dildo waiting at home for those nights when no human being seemed to ever satisfy. But this, here, now. This was a breakthrough that she never thought possible. As she stroked the colossal cock, licking up the very first delicious drop of pre-cum that she had expertly extracted, Nikki silently pondered the possibilities. The Size Queen would never be left wanting again.
"Ok, sparky." George said, hooking his arms beneath hers, lifting her into the air as though she were a child.
"As much as I'd like to let you continue, my feet are starting to cramp."
She pouted, but excused the interruption. The night was still young, a more comfortable arrangement would ensure it lasted. In the brief reprieve, Nikki was able to recall her wits for a moment, fully taking stock of the situation she found herself in.
"Alright, Georgie. I'll admit, your nerd science is very cool. I always thought you were, like, an orthodontist or something, I would've never guessed you'd be up to something like this." She said, held aloft in her lover's powerful arms.
"I told you what my field of study was on our first night together." George said half annoyed, half amused.
"That's nice dear." Nikki replied as dismissively as possible. With ease, the good doctor plopped her down on the bed, a relatively modest single mattress. Not exactly the most spacious or luxurious, but she reasoned that sharing the available space wasn't the most pressing concern for a 3ft tall person. Carefully, George unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it before sitting on the edge of the bed and smiled.
"So." Nikki said, somewhat hesitantly.
"Like, this is all reversible, right?"
The good doctor stared down to her, a grim expression coming across his face as he said nothing. Nikki, seeing this sudden change, felt a slight sensation of dread overtake her.
"You can make me normal again, right, Georgie?" She asked, expectantly. He again said nothing, bowing his head slightly, averting eye contact.
"God, Niks. I was afraid you were going to ask that." He said, solemnly.
"I don't know how to tell you this, babe."
"What!? Tell me what, exactly!?" Nikki pressed, standing to her full height on the bed, meeting the sitting doctor's eye-level. George merely sighed and looked to his nervous little lover.
"I'm afraid to say it, this process is 100% reversible. You're free to return to your regular height at any time. I'm so, so sorry." He said, a wry smile sliding across his face.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed throwing her hands up in disgust, angry that she had been strung along so easily.
"You are such a complete horse's ass! Why do I like you?"
Perhaps on cue, George's massive penis twitched ever so noticeably.
"Oh, right." Nikki exclaimed, sitting back down on the bed, getting an eyeful of the good doctor's fit, now fully naked form. Dr. Ming Han believed in the importance of grooming, as evidenced by his tastefully hairy chest and well trimmed pubes. Grey-streaked hair covered the base of his enourmous cock with a nice, soft, blanket of fur that was rugged without being intimidating or a turn off. She had always held her clients that took better care of themselves in higher esteem, a fact George knew well, himself appreciating the unsung and satisfying pleasures of self-maintenance. As he reclined on the bed, leaning back, letting his monster stand tall like an obelisk of pure sexual power, he closed his legs around Nikki's slight frame. She felt his feet gently graze her back as she continued to stare at his truly mindbending member, the flooding sensation of lust overtaking her as she once again fantasized of the endless potential her night had in store. She wanted to resume, but there was a nagging question, something the pint-sized prostitute couldn't help but wonder about.
“Georgie?” Nikki asked.
“Yea, babe?” He replied.
“The.. thingy. The thing that shrunk me. It took my height and gave it to the watermelon, right?” She inquired, looking over at the watermelon that sat alone. Indeed, it's size was staggering, and not just to someone of her reduced height. The good doctor smiled, perhaps pleased that the apathetic woman he had come to know was finally showing an interest in his work.
“That's right! Your mass is currently stored in the melon, when it comes time to restore you, the melon will also return to it's regular size.” He explained enthusiastically. Nikki nodded knowingly, looking back at the big, doofy grin her lover was grinning.
“So if your machine gives and takes, then it's possible for me to take from the melon as well?” She asked, a hint of mischievousness hanging on her plump lips. There was a pause, not long enough to be an awkward silence, but long enough to be noticed by the two. For a moment, as he looked down at his lover, a devilish glint in her eye, George strongly contemplated his answer as he tried to comprehend what exactly Nikki was asking and why. Certainly, his Matter Transference Device could supplement her mass with the melon's own, though the melon was merely a means to test the device. The mass could come from anything organic, assuming it has been administered the transference fluid and was scanned in into the machine's control. In the wrong hands, this technology could do terrible things, a fact the good doctor acknowledged from the start of his research. Nikki continued to stare at him with her curious eyes. He didn't know what she wanted, to what end she wanted to understand his research, but George knew the temptress well enough to feel cautious.
“I mean... yes.” he replied.
“You could pull the mass from the melon, but you'd probably only get.. I'd guess a 20% increase to your overall mass.”
Nikki crawled forward on the bed, sidling up to her comparatively massive lover and nuzzling against his sack. Gently, the blonde bombshell licked his massive balls, suckling softly on the pendulous skin. George's monster throbbed from the sudden stimulation as he let out a soft moan.
“I love it when you talk nerdy to me, baby” Nikki cooed upwards to the doctor. She ran a finger along the length of his shaft, or as much as she could reach, burying her face in the heft of his sack. Slowly, another drop of precum dripped forth, splashing down onto her bare breasts with an amusing degree of force. George, for his part, was powerless to do anything but enjoy the ride and hope the callgirl's curiosity was entirely innocent.
“I want to suck this fucking thing. I want to try.” She said, coming up for a breath amidst the warm, heaving embrace of the doctor's balls. His cock twitched again as she sat up, her head barely reaching past his grey-haired chest.
“Lean back, get comfy. I wanna do some experiments of my own.” Nikki winked, leaning into some role-play. George rolled his eyes with a grin and did as his lover instructed, sitting flush against the headboard of the bed, kept upright with the aid of a few pillows. He spread out his legs, each of them long and toned. Straightening out, the two powerful legs encapsulated Nikki, guiding her to the treasure between them.
"Can you even take it?” George asked, a rare moment of ego showing through. Indeed, his girth was nothing to underestimate even before his relative-upscaling. Had the good doctor been a more promiscuous person, his monster would be enough to make even the most seasoned cock-suckers tap out, choking and teary-eyed from their inflamed gag reflexes. But his cock belonged to Nikki, only she had the pleasure of experiencing Dr. Ming Han's greatest secret. She had deepthroated him once and lived to regret it, but now, now the one-eyed titan was big enough to split her in half. The head alone was almost as big as a tennis ball to her, threatening to break her jaw. The odds seemed insurmountable, but Nikki was always one to rise to the occasion.
“I'll happily die trying.” She smirked, taking the enormous member in her hand. She breathed deep, steeling herself before blowing her favourite client a mischievous kiss and got to work. A single, shining drop of precum hung from the head of George's beast, it's bright sheen drawing the salacious seductress closer like a moth to flame. With a lone, devoted lick from her long tongue, Nikki lapped at the delicious nectar, savouring it's taste as she swirled it around on her palate, mixing it with her own saliva. She lowered the cockhead, angling it beneath her mouth as she produced a thick gob of cum-infused spit, dropping it directly onto the tip before spreading it around further with her tongue. She needed to lube the monster up if she was going to stand a chance. George sat back and enjoyed the show, appreciating the efforts his smaller partner was going to in order to achieve her goal. As he watched her work, the good doctor considered mentioning the bottle of flavoured lube he had brought down with him, but as Nikki continued to dance her tongue around his cock, he decided not to halt her momentum. Each lick sent jolts of electrifying pleasure shooting through his body, every second of contact with the inhuman penis sending sparks through hers. Her licks turned to kisses, passionate, sloppy pecks as she guided her lips along every inch of George's bellend, the closeness, the contact, everything about this moment driving Nikki wild. Without waiting a second more, her knees weak, her pussy buzzing and dripping with raw pleasure at the mere thought of taking the monster, she made her first attempt. Softly, Nikki opened her mouth, taking the good doctor's cock and guiding it to wards her warm, waiting maw. It was huge, the tip itself stretching her lips apart as she cupped it in her mouth. She backed off, giggling from the excitement and exhilarating of even trying before readying herself again.
“Ok, ok. I got this.” Nikki said aloud, assuring herself of her own capabilities. George chuckled and placed his hand along her back, running a huge finger up and down the length of her spine. The beautiful bimbo shuddered at his touch, gentle yet firm, comforting yet commanding. With an amount of force so small, so delicate and playful, he pulled the tiny tramp closer, his massive cock pressing against her face as she was helpless to pull away, pinned by a single hand. His warmth radiated upon her skin, his musk was overpowering. She was ready for round two.
“Go get it, girl!” George laughed, releasing his hold on Nikki as though she were a dog let off the leash. She responded in turn by opening wide and thrusting herself forward with the ferocity of a hungry lioness. The tip of the good doctor's penis slid halfway into her gaping mouth as she pulled away slightly and readjusted, driving herself further forward, taking the girthy cock into her mouth. There was a brief feeling of triumph, sullied only as the expert escort fought back the urge to gag from the mouth-filling monster.
“holy shit, I didn't think you'd be able to fit it all!” the good doctor admitted with a deserved degree of shock and admiration. Nikki, obviously, said nothing, instead focusing on how to proceed. She wanted to take it deeper, to swallow more of George's gargantuan cock, but at it's new size, she worried about one potential factor, her teeth. She could feel his shaft resting in-between her incisors and the beautiful bombshell was hesitant to go further. George didn't seem to mind, impressed by the feat so completely that her teeth didn't even register. Nikki pulled back, watching to see a reaction from her beaux, when only a pleasured look flashed across his grizzled face, she knew she had the green light.
Slowly, the tiny girl got to work, sliding as much of the good doctor's mammoth cock into her mouth as she could, taking it deeper than before. It's thickness took her to her limits, but Nikki continued to suck like only she could. George sat in a stunned stupor, watching the length of his penis disappear before his very eyes, swallowed up by his lover's impossibly infinite maw. She thrust herself farther taking more of Dr. Ming Han's fat cock than ever before, holding almost the entire length deep within her throat. She shuddered for a moment, her knees shaking as she buzzed with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort before pulling herself loose, falling backwards onto the bed, sputtering and coughing.
"Jesus Christ, Niks. What else are you hiding down there?" George asked, tongue in cheek as his partner gasped for air. After a few moments to catch her breath, Nikki shot up, wiping a loose strand of saliva and cum away from her lips.
"That's... Wow. That's gonna go in the pile of 'fun things I never want to do again'." She said, between laboured breaths.
"I could deepthroat a Louisville slugger for pretty much the same effect."
She slumped onto the bed, the good doctor sitting up, his erect cock still standing firm and throbbing as he moved closer to his little lover. Her gaze instantly fixated on his red-hot rod, silently pondering to herself how else she would punish herself trying to take his monster.
"You better watch out where you point that thing." She warned, laughing.
"Any closer and you'll poke my eye out."
"And then you'd say 'thank you daddy, can I have another?'." George said, doing his best imitation of her as he grinned a shit-eating grin. Nikki faked an offended gasp, smacking her titanic paramour on the shoulder as lay down behind her, his equally titanic cock resting against her ass and back. She revelled at his touch, nestling against the good doctor's strong body, feeling safe and serene. With each second of their tender embrace, their hearts, still pounding from the prior excitement, thumped and thumped. Nikki felt the beating in George's chest and along the length of his cock as it rested against her back, the rhythmic sensation providing a soothing feeling. She smiled, giggling to herself.
"You call a guy 'daddy' ONE time and you never hear the end of it." She muttered, her stifled laughter eschewing any amount of seriousness from her statement.
"Hey, I'm not the one that fucked up and said it, love." Dr. Ming Han retorted, gripping her luscious, body closer as he did. Nikki let out another giggle, playfully protesting as his powerful arms held her tight. She wrestled against his grasp, her reduced form proving too difficult to hold as she squirmed free and sat up, laughing, smiling. The good doctor sat up, as well, his monster sitting up with him, throbbing softly, as if to taunt the pint-sized prostitute.
"Fuck, I wanna ride this thing so bad." She said, crawling closer, her eyes locked on her target. She pulled herself in close, getting a good look at the sheer pillar of pleasure, the obelisk of obscenity that stood in defiance of her. George felt Nikki's breath wash over his cock, flexing a crotch muscle enough to send it rocking towards her, softly smacking the half-sized harlot in the face. She pulled back and glared, trying not to let on that she derived a small amount of pleasure from the relatively harmless cockslap before returning her attention to between her lover's legs.
"I have to give it a shot, just to see, y'know?." She asked, hands on her hips. George nodded, chuckling at her determination as he leaned forward, giving the half-sized hottie a quick kiss on the forehead.
"How do you want me, around back?" He asked, already picturing it in his mind. Nikki, bent over the bed doggy-style, her round ass jiggling as he pumped away to a sensual rhythm. She imagined it too, drooling for a half second before allowing some lucidity to control her judgment.
"Uh, let's do it cowgirl." She said.
"I can take it, but I wanna take it at my own speed before you blow my back out."
"Yes ma'am." He said, returning to his position on the bed. Nikki rolled her eyes and straddled his legs, the width of his hips giving her some trouble as she sat, but she eventually found a position that was comfortable. Soon, the shrunken seductress was ready, her smaller body hovering over his rock hard cock, just barely enough for there to be no contact between the two. Poised to begin, she leaned forward, throwing her ass into the air as she placed her hands on her lover's chest. With a deep, steady inhale, Nikki descended slowly, the tip of George's monster gently kissing her much-smaller pussy lips. She trembled at the touch, reeling with bliss at the slightest bit of contact between her favourite cock and her hungry snatch. Savouring the feeling for a few loving moments, Nikki prepared herself to go deeper, her own wetness mingling with the saliva-soaked cock, lubricated and waiting for her arrival. And then she lowered herself further. Gently, the miniaturized minx pressed herself upon the leviathan, it's tip parting the folds of her labia. Nikki let out an impassioned moan, feeling the head, as big as her fist, begin to push deeper inside of her. While some of the toys in her collection put George to shame, even in his now relatively larger size, they were silicone and plastic, mere toys. Never in her lifetime did she imagine this, something, someone real to satisfy her cravings unlike any other. She pushed herself further, her pussy stretching to take the huge cock below. George gasped a slight gasp of pleasure, enjoying the view as his lover lowered herself onto his monolithic member. Grunting from strain, Nikki pushed still, the filling feeling overtaking her as she continued to take the monster, her cunt almost swallowing the head. There was a shift, a slide, and a sudden yelp of pleasure, perhaps pain, from the blonde bimbo as the cockhead disappeared inside her snatch.
"...just like the boys back home." Nikki said, panting during a moment of respite as she smiled to her favourite client.
"How many boys do you know this big that don't run on AA batteries?" Dr. Ming Han asked with a smirk. Nikki ignored to answer directly, flashing a lone slender middle finger as she braced herself once more against his chest and continued to lower herself. Once the head was taken, the rest of the shaft proved to be much easier to take, though the ultimate question of how deep she could take the good doctor's cock remained to be seen. Slowly, Nikki began to bob her ass up and down, the enormous extremity sliding in and out of her pussy as it glistened against the soft laboratory lights. The gyration quickened and soon the newly-sized nymphomaniac was bouncing up and down on George's enlarged dick like she had done it a thousand times before.
"You are so tight, oh my god." He said with amazement. Indeed, as he continued to buck beneath the small slut as he had so many times in the past, the noticeable difference in her current size was astounding, feeling like a completely different person.
"Fucking hell." Was all Nikki could mutter as she continued to ride the good doctor's monster cock, taking it deeper and deeper with each pump, pushing her to her very limits. Dr. Ming Han chuckled between brief grunts of satisfaction, his strong hands caressing her curvaceous form as she enjoyed the ride of her life. Her tattooed skin, addled with sweat, glistened in the soft glow of the overhead lights and as she continued to bounce, her lover beneath treated her to a sudden surprise. Deftly, George's hand found its way between them both, a few fingers gently grazing the lips of Nikki's cunt as it continued to swallow the enormous penis. She jolted from the sudden sensation, looking the good doctor in the eye as his finger's straightened, applying some much-needed pressure onto her clit. She bucked, letting out a soft squeal from the sudden clitoral stimulation, her pace intensifying as his steady fingers gently massaged. Quicker and quicker Nikki pumped, leaning back to allow gravity to work its magic atop the colossal cock. Her moans and grunts became sharper and sharper screams as she continued her crescendo of sexual euphoria, rising higher and higher towards the peak.
"You need to fuck me, right now!" She shrieked, hopping off of the good doctor's dick with the grace of an Olympic gymnast, her wetness audible as she dismounted his massive member. Nikki rolled off the bed, landing on her feet, arching herself over the edge of the mattress. poised and ready to begin as Dr. Ming Han merely stared in bemused astonishment.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!" The diminutive blonde cried expectantly, slapping the bed in a fit.
"Alright, alright. Jesus." George laughed, hauling himself onto his feet. Even in her smaller state, Nikki's personality was as big as ever and the good doctor absolutely adored that about her. Her circled behind her, placing his hands her delicate shoulders but their disparate sizes creates an immediately noticeable feature.
"You're too short, Niks. I'm gonna have to, like, squat, or something if this is gonna work." The full-sized George said, bending his knees to various degrees as he attempted to find an angle suitable to resume their lovemaking, but found none.
"UGHHH" the short-tempered slut groaned in frustration, climbing onto the mattress atop her hands and knees.
"How's this? Do I need a booster seat, too? How about I sit on a phonebook?" George refrained from making a snide comment and stood up to task, Nikki's new position proving to be much more accessible as he ran his hand along her waiting cunt, dripping with her nectar. While the blowjob was a nice experiment and her stint on top was enjoyable too, this was what the good doctor was truly waiting for. As he placed a hand firmly on his lover's back and pushed his mega-sized cock against the lips of her pussy, he savoured the feeling, knowing it had been what he had worked so hard to achieve. Every late night in the lab, every instance of sucking up to the government for grant money, every moment of speculation and ridicule from his peers, it was all for this. Certainly, his technology had real-world applications, but there was not a Nobel prize that could be awarded, no humanitarian crisis on earth that could be solved that would give the good doctor the same satisfaction as this;
Shrinking his favourite person in the whole world down and fucking her tiny brains out.
There was a wet slide, the tip of Dr. Ming Han's mighty penis passing into the carnal canal of his lover's pussy with more ease than he would have expected. Slowly, he pushed his cock in deeper as Nikki lay against the bed, crying out with bliss as he gave her what she wanted. The good doctor started to pump, easing himself in an out at a measured pace, getting a feeling for the new, somewhat bizarre sensation of fucking a vagina that small. He grunted, picking up speed, his thrusts powerful and pleasing, each pump penetrating further and further as he watched the hypnotic bounce of the beautiful bimbo's ass.
"Babe, how are you taking this?" He asked, the astonishment in his voice apparent amidst his gasps of pleasure. Nikki didn't respond, her mind lost completely to the swirling storm of sexual subjugation. She didn't even bother trying to process her benefactor's question, hearing his words as nothing more than white noise as she writhed stop the silk-sheeted mattress, unable to focus on anything but the good doctor's monster cock. George lifted his hand from the pint-sized prostitute's back, firmly planting both upon her luscious, tattooed ass cheeks, giving one a healthy spank for good measure. Nikki let out a sharp yelp of pained pleasure, mewling and moaning with each passionate thrust. She shifted her hand, reaching down between her legs as the good doctor had before, finding her clit with her manicured hand. She bucked, gently grazing her sweet spot, still mindful to keep her long fingernails clear of her benefactor's cock, even in her frenzied form. Together, the size-disparate pair continued to make love, moaning, thrusting, stroking, spanking, the climax they both craved building with more and more intensity by the second. Furiously, Nikki massaged her clit, biting into a nearby pillow as she squealed with euphoric delight. George let out a powerful moan as he continued to pump away in his tiny lover's tight pussy, enjoying a sensation unlike any other. The two felt it coming, and in unison they cried each other's names as they came as their climax came simultaneously. With a grunt of pure lust, the good doctor unloaded a white-hot bombardment into Nikki's shrunken body, convulsing with each sticky shot. The smaller seductress spasmed quickly, every nerve ending in her body sparking to life as she, along with her partner, experienced an orgasm more powerful than any that had come before it.
There was a squelching sound, and almost comical pop as Dr. Ming Han slowly removed his fat cock from his partner's tight snatch, the deluge of cum pouring out onto the sheets as he did. Nikki twitched, her mind erased, filled only with the overwhelming endorphins that completely dominated the pleasure-centre of her brain, rendering the shrunken slut unable to think about but her favourite client and his mammoth penis. George laid down next to her, panting heavily as he draped an arm over her tiny hips, curling her up into a spooning position with his hand delicately resting on her augmented chest. She nestled against the good doctor's arm, coming down from the rapturous bliss in steps, inhaling deeply as she remembered to breathe.
“I'm dead. I'm dead and you killed me.” Nikki groaned, shifting against the bed. George curled his arm a little tighter, gripping her closer as he let out an amused sigh.
“Fuck me running, Georgie.” She continued, now panting herself.
“It's a good thing we didn't try anal, I don't think I'd ever walk again.”
George chuckled and gave her a kiss on her head of beautiful blonde hair before turning over onto his back. For a moment, the pair sat silent on the bed, just enjoying the company of each other as they recouped their sensibilities after such a rigorous roll in the hay. The good doctor smiled to himself, satisfied with the success of not just the night, but his experiment at large. His entire academic career had led to this decisive moment, this final test to prove if his work in the field of matter transference would bear fruit and now that he knew it would, the harvest seemed bountiful, infinite. Dr. Ming Han felt validated, but he also felt slightly hollow, slightly wanting. He turned, eyeing Nikki over as she lay, sweaty and tired, so peaceful and perfect. Her body, 3-feet tall and beautiful, lay bathed in the warm glow of the laboratory's lights. Her breasts rose and fell with each sharp inhale and exhale, silently lost in her own world of thought. Their relative sizes had proven quite effective for the night's planned activities. As big as he was, as small as she was, the pair of lover's were able to enjoy an evening together, but the good doctor wasn't satisfied. He looked to the melon that sat alone on the other side of the lab and thought to himself when a moment of inspiration came. Rising up from the bed, Dr. Ming Han wordlessly walked towards the bar-top.
"Get me one, too." Nikki mumbled, an eye-half open. George ignored her request and kept walking, finding his way to the console of the machine, the control centre for his experiment. When he invited Nikki out to Florida, he promised her a night of cock worship unlike any other and while he felt he was able to deliver, Nikki was a girl deserving of more. So, he thought, it was time to go big, really big.
The sound of machinery overtook the underground space, rousing the tiny seductress from her half sleep with a start. Inquisitively, she looked over to her client as he stood behind the console, locking eyes with the good doctor as he flashed a mischievous wink back at her.
"Georgie?" She asked, confused. She got no answer in response. Instead, there was a snapping sound as a switch was flipped. The lights dimmed slightly, flickering from the overwhelming amount of energy drawn by Dr. Ming Han's machine and soon, Nikki felt a familiar sensation wash over her like a tidal wave. Her body felt warm, alive. She was being changed again, that she knew, but to what end? Her whole being tingled, increasing in intensity as she clutched her arms tightly, bracing herself. She looked up to her Georgie for something, anything, but was met with only a sly grin as he nodded and glanced away. Nervously, the tiny, tattooed blonde followed his gaze, finding only the lone watermelon.
And to Nikki's shock, it was growing again.