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Big City LifeWe all tend to blame others for our misfortunes. In my case, I blameSandra Foxley. Sandra and I had a great affair for three months, butshe called me on a Thursday night and said we were finished. Thisleft me with nothing to do Friday night so I went bar hopping andthat's how the trouble started.I was at the Shanghai Bar; the third stop and the fourth beer of theevening. Oakland was playing the Yankees on TV when the alienapproached me. He didn't look very odd at first, although I noticedlater that his eyes were more purple than blue and had no lashes. Hemostly kept his hands in his pockets; otherwise, I would have noticedright away that his palms had thumbs on both sides."You look like a guy with time on your hands," he said. "How about abeer?"I replied, "Sure, why not? My girl dumped me yesterday, claiming Idon't satisfy her any more. Pretty damn depressing, don't you think?""Well, I can help you pass the time and offer you a new experience, ifyou're interested," said the alien. "Would you be willing to take aharmless medical exam for research? It won't take long, and we paytriple."Oakland was losing anyway. "Sure, why not? When do I have to bethere?" I asked."I'll provide the transportation. Let's go now," replied the alien.He tossed a five on the bar and guided me into the men's room. Byhabit I headed toward the urinals but the alien steered me toward astall. "Hold that just a minute; we'll be needing a specimen," heexplained. He closed the stall door and raised his wrist to his lips;that's when I noticed his extra thumb. I tried to ask him about itbut he paid no attention. Instead, he spoke into his watch using afunny language and then the room blanked out.Check OutAnother room quickly blanked in. There were monitoring instrumentsalong the walls and a padded table in the center. "What is your name,please?" asked the alien.I answered, "Dave Perkins. Uh, this isn't a surgical room, is it?""No, no, this is just an examination. Nothing will touch your body.Please undress and lie on the table.""I still have to piss," I complained. The alien gave me a specimenbottle.I'd rather have undressed for Sandra, but what the hell, the guy waspaying triple. I took off my clothes and climbed onto the examiningtable. Fortunately, the room was warm and the table seemed to beheated. I laid there and daydreamed for about half an hour while thealien spun dials on one machine after another. The five beers werestarting to set in pretty good."OK, Dave, the examination is over. You get three wishes. What'll itbe?" asked the alien."Three wishes! Are you some kind of genie?" I asked."No Dave, but I have access to a lot of technology you can't imagine.With a transporter beam and computer filters, we can create or modifyalmost anything. If you ask for something I can't do, I'll offer thenext best thing. Now, what'll it be?"I was still angry about Sandra saying I couldn't satisfy her. Thisseemed like a golden opportunity to end that problem forever. It'samazing what can make sense after five beers."One: I want to have the biggest cock in the world. Two: I want fullcontrol, lots of staying power, multiple orgasms. Three: I want womeneverywhere, and especially Sandra, to give me blow jobs whenever Iwant.""Just one minute while I try to program that, Dave," said the alien."Hmm, I presume you want the biggest human cock? Not an elephantcock, for example? No, I thought not. Full control: no problem.Third wish: I can't modify the desires of women everywhere, but I canmake it enjoyable for them to give you blow jobs. Will that beacceptable?""Sure," I replied. After all, I was nearly passed out. The alien didsome typing on a computer console and then rapped his fingers untilthe console beeped."All set, Dave. The transporter will modify your body in accordancewith your wishes . You shouldn't drink and drive, so I'm going totransport you straight to bed. Thank you for your assistance. Goodnight." The examining room blanked out, my bedroom blanked in, and Ifell asleep.DiscoverySaturday morning I woke without a hangover. I didn't remembereverything about my escapade, but the business with the alien seemedlike a bad dream. Aliens, extra thumbs, transporters, three wishes.I resolved to go on the wagon one of these years.The surprise came when I rolled over to get up. Something heavy waspulling at my groin; it felt like somebody was holding my cock. Ithrew off the covers, looked, and froze. Between my legs was thebiggest cock I'd ever seen!The monster was a foot and a half long, and thicker than my arm. Thehead looked like the top of an oak stairway post. There was a hugemass of pubic hair covering most of my lower stomach. My balls werethe size of g****fruits. I started to get up and found myselfdragging the monster cock across the sheets. As I sat on the edge ofthe bed, the cock stretched across my thigh, curved onto the bed, andended with the head resting on the sheet. I tried to pick up the headand place it between my knees, but the middle drooped. It took twohands to get my cock off the sheets! It seemed to weigh ten orfifteen pounds.Habit told me it was time to piss, although I didn't feel an urge. Igingerly stood up and almost lost my balance. My huge balls stuck outthree or four inches beyond my thighs, and the cock curved outwardbefore dropping to my knees. It seemed to be attached higher on mybelly than before; I suppose it had to be that way, so my huge ballsweren't squished between my thighs. I walked slowly to the bathroom,unused to the feel and balance of the added weight. The cock hungabout six inches in front of my knees, so I didn't have much troublefrom kicking it.I received another surprise at the toilet. When I attempted to pushout a normal stream, the result was more like a full-pressure gardenhose. It only lasted a second, but the piss hit the toilet so hardthat water splashed over half the bathroom. I reached with both handsto shake off the cock and received yet another shock; it rose to meetmy hands!Frantically, I tried to remember my three wishes. Biggest cock onEarth: check. Full control: what does that mean, I wondered? Irelaxed the cock and it hung limply in front of my knees again. Ithought about making it rise and it did. Moving it left and rightworked also. Soon I discovered the ability to make the cock bend andcurve various ways; I found myself putting on a private snake charmershow right there in my own bathroom!I began to wonder about erections and thereby caused one. The cockgot darker in color and grew over two feet long and six inches thick.It felt about the same as an ordinary erection, but of course therewas more of it. I found I could move the erect cock up and down, leftand right as before, but flexing and bending were restrained. Ithought about making the cock soft again so I could flex it, and sureenough, it went soft. I made it fully erect and flaccid several timeswithin a minute. Now, that's control, I thought. Finally, I made thecock erect and thought about cumming. The cock spurted cum instantlyand violently; I experienced orgasm and heard the blob smack the wall.I cleaned it up with a wash cloth and couldn't believe how much cumthere was. The cock was still bursa escort erect so I curved it toward the showerand thought about cumming again. Another huge blob of cum shot sevenfeet and hit the shower panel. I amused myself for several minutesshooting cum blobs toward the shower wall until I'd spelled out "EATME."Something smelled delicious. With hands behind my back, I raised thecock to my face and smelled the head. It didn't smell like ordinarycum at all; it smelled great! I stuck out my tongue and touched thecock head to it; it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.Wish three: women everywhere would like giving me blow jobs.DetailsI made the cock shake itself off and then headed for the kitchen.After starting the coffee, I considered fetching the newspaper. Noneof my pajama bottoms would fit over the cock and I was sure it wouldhang below the hem of my robe. In the end, I wore the robe and madethe cock stay wrapped around my hip. Someone might have noticed ahell of a bulge on one side but at least I was decent.Sitting at the kitchen table, letting the cock hang between my legswasn't comfortable. The front edge of the chair was cold and the cocktended to rub where it angled over. Resting the cock across one thighwas much better. I amused myself by shifting the cock from one thighto the other with no hands as I read the paper and drank my coffee. Imust have been very thirsty because I drank the whole pot and thenmade another.After breakfast I went to the bathroom to shave and shower. My pubichair was in a huge tangle and it itched. There was so much of it thatwashing the balls and cock would obviously be difficult. That muchhair didn't even look right, and I decided to trim it back. Using abarber scissors, I stood over the wastebasket and went to work.Clumps six to eight inches long were falling away and I still hadquite a bit of hair left. As I worked, the true size of my newequipment became more obvious. Curiosity killed the cat, and I endedup trimming myself very close.The balls were definitely attached higher than before and they didn'thang down as much. Both these changes seemed necessary to keep theballs from being smashed as I walked, but it made them stick out infront of me. The cock was as big around as a whiskey bottle and twiceas long. With the bottom of the shaft emerging just above the balls,the top began a few inches below my navel. The base seemed attachedto a hip bone that wasn't there before, and it wouldn't bend straightdown. Instead, it curved out and then down. I tried flexing the cockvarious ways but it wouldn't hang straight down.In the shower I erected the cock again and shot a few cum blobs at thedrain. I shampooed and scrubbed my body as normal. Washing the cockwas easy; I just raised it up and washed it like another arm. I hadtrouble drying between my legs until I thought of using the cock to doit. I was still thirsty, so I drank six or eight glasses of waterfrom the bathroom sink.Getting dressed posed a problem. My old jockey shorts were out of thequestion. Shorts in general were out of the question. I tried all mybaggiest pants but the cock wouldn't fit into any of them. It wasobvious that I needed to buy new clothes, but how could I go out?I walked into the living room and started searching through the oldjunk mail for men's clothing ads. One flyer showed a pair ofextremely baggy nylon parachute pants: the kind of thing rap singerswear. I called the store and asked them to hold a pair of theirbaggiest style in my size. They only had purple and yellow, so I toldthem to hold both.The hall closet offered the last chance for something to wear and itdidn't fail me. Wearing a trench coat in July seemed a little strangebut I had no choice. The next problem was that without pants I lookedlike a flasher. I managed to put on trousers by leaving the fly openand putting the belt through the back loops only. I had to curl thecock upward to keep it from protruding below the edge of the coat, butthat seemed a small price to pay. I put on a sport shirt and runningshoes, grabbed my wallet, and covered myself with the trench coat.Only then did I remember that my car was still parked outside the barand my keys were in my pants pocket. My pants, of course, were stillin the alien's examining room.Fortunately, I keep a spare set of keys in the dresser. Grabbingthem, I called a taxi and waited twenty minutes for it to arrive. Icalmly walked out wearing my trench coat, holding the cock head to mywaist, and hoping the neighbors wouldn't notice. The driver was anattractive woman in her thirties. She obviously didn't have a lot ofmoney to spend on clothes or hair styling but she did have nice titsand a low cut T-shirt."Hi, I'm Angel. Are you sure you want that coat?" she asked.I replied, "I haven't been feeling just right today. I want to keepwarm until I see the doctor, but I need a ride to my car. Do you knowthe Shanghai Bar?""Sure. Hop in," said Angel, pointing her thumb to the back seat.I relaxed in the rear for the ten minute ride. Angel looked at me inher mirror and nearly lost control. In a flash I understood why. I'dallowed the cock to unroll and my trench coat to spread open. "Isthat your cock?" asked Angel."Uh, yeah, I'm rather attached to it. Sorry, I didn't mean to flashyou or anything," I replied.Angel pulled into an empty parking lot, stopped behind some bushes,and got out of the cab. "Let me see that thing," she insisted throughthe window. I opened the taxi door and unbuttoned my trench coat.The cock extended from my belly, ran across the back seat, then hungover the edge. Just for fun, I raised it and waved it around a fewtimes.""Holy shit, it's alive!" Angel exclaimed. "I could never take thatthing; not even the tip. Can I touch it?""Suit yourself," I replied. As Angel reached toward the cock, Ierected it and moved it toward her hand. This pleased her to no end.She touched the head and I tried to let a little cum seep out. Infact, I shot a large cum blob onto the roof of the cab. It made a"thwack" sound. Not expecting an orgasm, I gasped."You sure are sensitive, but at least you don't go soft," said Angel.It was true: the cock was still fully erect and ready to cum again.She took a rag from the front seat and wiped the sticky mess off theceiling, then sniffed. "Something smells delicious. Is there arestaurant around here?""I don't think so. Here, try this," I replied. The cock head stillhad a drop of cum on it, which I picked up and held to her lips.Angel sniffed it. "That's the smell, all right. It sure doesn'tsmell like regular cum." With that, she put her lips around my fingerand rolled her tongue. Her eyes lit up instantly. "Mister, I don'tknow what you got there, but it tastes great and gets my pussy flowingas well. You got a second helping?"I looked around and decided no one could see us as long as I stayed inthe cab. I swung my legs out the door and pointed the huge engorgedcock directly at Angel's face. "Go for it," I urged.There was no way Angel could get her mouth around the cock, but shekissed all around the head and massaged the shaft. Strangely,whatever she did had no effect on my level of arousal. It seemed Icould escort bayan be fully aroused, fully relaxed, or anywhere between, but alwaysunder my control. Angel seemed to be tiring and growing anxious, so Idecided it was time to cum. Although I tried to hold back, the gushof fluid caught Alice by surprise. Some of it shot down her throat,but most of it splashed back out of her mouth and onto my pants.Angel moaned and rocked her hips in ecstasy, then started licking upall the cum she could find. When she got her lips back around thecock head I shot cum for her again. This time she managed not to gag.The front of her shorts was wet with pussy juice and she motioned forme to continue. I began pumping a continuous flow of cum into hermouth. Her body became rigid and she began non-stop moaning andtwitching. There was no way she could swallow cum as fast as I waspumping it, and the sticky fluid began dripping down her chin and ontoher tits. Finally, Angel pulled away and sat on the ground."Man, oh man. Nothing touched my pussy, nothing at all, but I got offthe minute I tasted your cum. I'm exhausted. Doesn't that thing haveany limits?" Angel was referring to the cock, which was still erectand ready for more. Just out of curiosity, I made the cock cum again;the blob sailed fifteen feet and hit a reserved parking sign with abang.Angel was a mess. She was covered with cum from her nose to herthighs. She began cleaning herself with her fingers and licking them;each mouthful caused her to moan and buck her hips again. I tried toclean up my clothes with a hanky, but without complete success. Angelwas getting off so hard on my cum that I tasted it again myself; itwas delicious but not orgasmic. I hoped the outside of my coat woulddry before I got to the store.Having finally worn herself out, Angel got back in the taxi. I closedmy door and we headed for the Shanghai Bar. Angel's clothes werestill soaked and would undoubtedly dry stiff and stained. She said"Mister, next time you need a ride, call me again. Thanks!" andpulled away before I could pay her.DressingOnce again I was incredibly thirsty. Although I was right outside theShanghai Bar, I decided it was too early for a beer. I got into mycar and used the drive-through at McDonald's to buy an extra-largeCoke. That helped, but I was still thirsty and had to buy an extra-large Pepsi from Burger King. Finally, I reached the clothing storeand went in."Can I help you sir? Take your coat, perhaps?" asked the sales clerk.He was a young guy, about nineteen years old with a punk haircut. Hisname was Stanley."No, my name is Dave Perkins. You're holding two pair of parachutepants for me," I informed him. He checked the "hold" rack and handedme two pair of parachute pants: one purple and one yellow. "I'll needto try these on," I said. Stanley assigned me a fitting room.I hung up my coat and slacks, then tried on the purple pants. Thestyle and color turned my stomach, but they were enormously baggy.The plaid sport shirt I was wearing didn't match either pair. My onlyalternative at the moment was to keep wearing my trench coat."I'll take both pair," I told Stanley. "What kind of shirt would Iwear with these?" He talked me into an orange tank top for the purplepants and a green, cropped-off sweatshirt to go with the yellow. Healso tried to sell me sunglasses and a leather hat, but I took a pass."I'd like to wear these right away," I said. "Can you just cut thetags off?""Uh, sure, just take them off in the dressing room and pass them overthe door."I handed him the yellow pants, tank top, and sweatshirt, then returnedto the dressing room. I hung the purple pants over the door, removedmy shirt, and waited for Stanley to hand the pants back. With nothingelse to do, I faced the mirror and did cock exercises: up, down,right, left -- first with the cock straight and then bending it at themiddle."Here are your pants, sir," said Stanley. I had the pants back onbefore I realized he hadn't given me the orange tank top. I retrievedmy wallet and keys, bundled up my old clothes, and went out to findStanley. He was helping another customer already, and seemedsurprised to see me without a shirt."The cashier has the rest of your clothes, sir. I didn't realize youwanted to wear the new shirt, too. Please accept my apology," hesaid.The cashier was a tiny Oriental girl who eyed me closely when Iapproached. Her name tag identified her as Annie. I asked her for myclothes and she began looking all around the checkout counter. Whenshe stooped to look under the counter, her tiny bare pussy looked backat me. The cock instantly became aroused and strained against my newpants. I quickly softened it again but Annie had seen what happened.She leaned over the counter and whispered, "Was that your cock, orwhat?"I admitted that it was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward thechanging booths. She'd found my clothes and claimed I should try themon again. I protested until Annie followed me into the changing boothand closed the door."Let me see it," she commanded.Her eyes were no higher than my chest. I dropped my pants and let hersee the cock. She seemed in total awe, so I waved the cock around andit and bent it into a question mark. Annie seemed to be in heaven."Can I touch it?" she asked.This seemed a small thing, if it made her happy. I told her to goahead and willed the cock into erection as she made contact. Annieran her hands all over the giant shaft and then proceeded to kiss thehead. Everything else made her so happy that I figured she'd like meto cum too. I waited for her to bend close and then let her have itin the face. The familiar rush of pleasure passed over me.The cum that splashed into Annie's face immediately caused her to buckher hips and groan in ecstasy. A moment later she began furiouslywiping the sticky cream off her face and into her mouth. She bracedherself against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. "More,more, give me more," she begged looking up at me and holding her tinymouth open as wide as it would go. I began shooting a continuousstream of cum at her mouth. I was feeling continuous orgasms as thesticky mess piled up on her face and oozed down onto her chest. Herwhite blouse and pink dress were being ruined, but she didn't seem tocare. After a while, she seemed ready to pass out and I stopped. Shewas trying to scoop more cum into her mouth but she didn't seem ableto swallow. I suppose she was full. I wiped the cock head on theside of her dress, put on my shirt and pants, and returned to thecashier station with all my items. Stanley was there."I still need these rung up," I insisted."What happened to Annie?" he asked."She's in some kind of a mess," I replied.After paying for the clothes, I headed out to my car and noticed againhow thirsty I was. There was a convenience store right on the corner,so I bought a Triple Huge Tank of pop. I downed 64 oz. in about aminute and still felt dry, so I went back in and bought another.After the third one, I just bought a Double Huge. All this cummingseemed to dehydrate me!ReunionBy then it was two o'clock and I decided to call Sandra. She wasn'thappy to hear from me, but I told her I'd left bursa escort some tools at herapartment and needed to pick them up. When I arrived, it was obviousshe hadn't freshened up or dressed for me in any way."Just get your stuff and leave. I told you, it's over for us," shesaid."Gosh, you look great. Can't we try again?" I asked, raising the cockagainst the inside of my pants.Sandra stared at my enormous bulge. "What have you got in thosepants?" she demanded.The parachute pants had an elastic waistband, so I slithered the cockup my stomach and out of the top. Sandra was speechless as I used thecock to pull down one side of my pants, then the other. Finally, Ikicked off my pants, pointed the cock straight at her pussy, anderected. Her eyes widened even further as she watched the huge organswell up with blood."Dave, what happened to you?" she asked."I've improved my love-making, Sandra. Want a sample?" I asked."I could never take that thing. You're too big for me now, Dave.It's still over between us," she said.Just as she opened her mouth to say "us" I hit it with a cum blob.Sandra instantly shook her body and screamed with pleasure. "That'sso delicious I can't describe it. Dave, don't ever leave me. Standstill while I stroke that for you," Sandra pleaded.Sandra knelt in front of me and put her mouth to the cock head. I'dwaited months for that moment, and made her wait a few seconds just tosavor my victory. Finally, I began shooting cum into her mouth as I'ddone for Annie. Sandra was able to keep swallowing longer but soon,she too was full. Her face, shoulders, chest, and legs were coveredwith gobs of sticky fluid, and there was more on the floor. Sandrafuriously pulled off the rest of her clothes and began smearing cum onher pussy. This caused her to climax even more. Finally, she fellasleep in the huge puddle of cum. I wiped the cock on her blouse, putmy pants back on, and looked for something to drink. I found threebeers, four liters of Coke, a gallon of milk, and a half pint ofwhipping cream. That, plus a minute with the kitchen spray hose, gotme feeling right.Monkey SeeOakland was playing the Yankees again so I watched TV until Sandraawoke. She was covered with dried cum all but didn't bother to cleanit up. "What happened to you? You were never like this!" sheexclaimed."I took lessons," I replied."No way! What really happened?" she demanded."Well, would you believe I was taken by space aliens, examined, andoffered three wishes?" I asked. "They have purple eyes and thumbs onboth sides of their hands.""That doesn't seem too likely, Dave. Where did this supposedlyhappen?" she asked.I told her it was the Shanghai Bar and she insisted we go there andhave a drink. At my suggestion, she took a shower and put on somefresh clothes. With a clean dress and high heels, she looked as goodas ever.After two rounds at the Shanghai, Sandra disappeared into the women'sroom for forty-five minutes. Oakland was losing again and I had twomore beers while waiting for her to return. When she did, Sandra toldme, "I believe every word you say, Dave. Let's go back to myapartment."When we arrived, she immediately ripped open her dress and looked ather tits in the mirror. Slowly, they began to move around! Shepointed them up, down, and all different directions. Also, she wasable to swell them up and flatten them out at will."Lisa, did you meet the alien guy in the washroom?" I asked."No, I met his female partner, of course. They're an advanced race,Dave, not a bunch of peepers. I wished for the ability to reshape mytits, for comfort in wearing high heels, and for a pussy that wouldhold the biggest cock in the world. I sure can move my tits around."I peered close to examine her tits and something squirted me in theeye. "Cool! Watch this," said Sandra, squirting milk across theroom. By moving her tits around, she was able to aim each streamseparately. She was getting about twenty feet of distance."So much for wish one. Are you comfortable in those high heels?" Iasked."Yes, in fact, I forgot I had them on. This is great," Sandra said,running a lap around the couch. "I want to try a taller pair,though." Sandra skipped to the bedroom and returned with a pair offour inch spike heels. They had ankle straps, so she sat on the couchto put them on."Sandra, your feet look strange," I noted when she removed the firstpair of shoes. Lisa looked at her feet and flexed them. "You'reright, Dave. I can't straighten my toes or flatten my feet. Howbizarre!"Sandra stood up without her shoes and found herself on tiptoes. "Thisis weird! My heels won't reach the floor," she said, catching herselfagainst the wall. "It feels perfectly OK but balancing is a problem.I guess I'll have to wear high heels all the time now," she said,strapping on the four inch pair. "Ah, that feels great: better thanrunning shoes used to feel," she said."What about the third wish?" I asked.Lisa pulled her dress completely off and discovered a gigantic bush ofpubic hair. She took a scissors from her desk drawer, stood over thewastebasket, and began clipping. Five minutes later a gigantic pussywas revealed. The bottom was in its normal location but the top beganjust below her navel. Sandra concentrated and the lips began to move.Soon, her entire stomach area was pulsating and juice began sloppingonto the floor."This is incredible, Dave. I'm consciously arousing myself as easilyas moving my arm. I can start and stop the flow of juice at will."On impulse, Sandra touched a vase to her pussy lips and sucked it in.There was a gurgling sound as Sandra's stomach twisted and turned.Finally, Sandra ejected the vase upside down. She had rotated itinside her pussy!"Sandra, are you ready for me?" I asked."Yes Dave, cum here," she said.Thanks to the high heels, Sandra's huge pussy and my enormous cockwere exactly the same level. I wiggled the cock furiously against hermassive clitoris and a puddle of pussy juice fell around our feet.Hugging Sandra with both hands, I maneuvered the colossal cock headpast her immense outer lips. I erected the cock and inserted itsentire length. Sandra's belly was filled all the way up to her tits.She began massaging the cock's full length with the cavernous walls ofher vagina. Her breasts pounded against my chest like fists. Itwisted the massive cock in every direction, vigorously massagingSandra's interior pussy walls. She sprayed milk in my face with onetit and washed my belly with the other. When I decided to cum, Sandrafelt it immediately and reciprocated. The flow of cum and pussy juiceturned to a jet spray and splashed off the floor and around the room.Finally, we passed out in exhaustion.When I woke, Sandra was at the sink, sucking on the spray hose. Ifound a water pitcher in the cupboard and drank three gallons beforeSandra passed me the hose."Dave, that was great. No ordinary man could ever satisfy me now, notthe way you just did," Sandra said."Does that mean we're back together again?" I asked."Unfortunately, no, Dave. You see, the female alien told me thatalmost every Earthman they examine asks for the biggest cock in theworld. The aliens increase the size by two percent each time. Thereare now five guys out there with cocks bigger than yours. You justdon't satisfy me any more, Dave. Sorry!"Well, that's how I ended up depressed about my puny eighteen inchcock. I called a cab and asked Angel to drop me off for a new pair ofpants. Annie was glad to take my measurements.