Harold had had a long day. His business trip had been a massive failure, as when he arrived, his prospective client had informed him that they wouldn't be signing the contract. He hads spent the last two days trying to change their minds, and at this point, they weren't even taking his calls. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and fly home in the morning.
As he walked through the revolving door leading into his hotel lobby, there was a gorgeous orange-haired girl walking out. He took a good, long look at her through the glass as he walked around her. Damn, she looks good. He continued on to the elevator, and stepped in, pressing the button for the second floor, where he knew the hotel bar was found. The button turned off and the door opened, and as he stepped out, identical twins stepped in- who looked exactly like the girl he'd seen walk out! What the hell? Am I seeing things? They looked at him gawking at them, and they giggled as the door closed. Harold shook his head and continued on to the bar.
He sat down at a stool in the bar and ordered a double scotch. As he glanced around he saw no fewer than three- no, four- five?- six! Six of the exact same woman at different tables in the bar! There must be a look-alike convention being held today, he thought. But I don't recognise who they're supposed to be... His drink came and he drank it way more quickly than was necessary. He ordered another.
"Hello."
He turned to his right and saw one of the girls taking a seat at the stool right next to him! "Hi."
"I'm Bridget." She extended her hand.
"Harold." He shook it. Wow, I think this girl looks even better than the others I walked by! She's beautiful!
His drink came, and Bridget turned to the bartender. "I'll have the same."
"So, what's with the look-alikes?"
She laughed. "Oh, we're taking over the world."
This threw him off. "Really."
She grinned. "Uh-huh." She leaned in close, and whispered into his ear while placing a hand on his thigh, "Want me to show you how?"
Three minutes later they were in Harold's room, ripping each other's clothes off. Harold sat down on the edge of his bed and undid her pants while she stood in front of him, then he pulled them down to her mid-thigh and started eating her out. She pressed his face into her pussy and moaned while he clumsily worked his tongue around her clitoris. He paused... he felt something there that he'd never felt in any woman- her vagina seemed to be filling up from the back forwards. He pulled back and watched in horror as a dick began to emerge from her pussy! He looked up to see her grinning down at him. He looked back at her crotch, and the penis stopped growing about ten centimetres from his face. "What the f--"
He didn't get any further as her dick suddenly lunged forward and latched on to his face. He started to scream, but soon her penis covered his mouth. He tried to pull it off with his hands, but he couldn't get a proper grip. It began to envelop his entire face, stretching and growing over his whole head. He gradually stopped struggling as he began to feel fantastic pleasure from his head as the inside of her penis massaged every part of him.
Bridget's penis swelled and grew harder, and soon she was able to support Harold's weight. She sat down on the ground, and with a grunt of effort and pleasure, tilted her penis back so that it was pointing stright up towards the cieling, with Harold's head and shoulders in the top part of it! His bare legs were pointing up in the air, and Bridget slowly worked her muscles so that he slipped, bit by bit, down into her cock. As Harold reached the base of her shaft, her penis began to shrink down to a more manageable size, but her testicles began to grow until they were painfully swollen up to the size of oranges. She could feel his body being converted into fluid, sloshing around in her balls. When he was completely dissolved, she bit her lip and stretched her vagina walls around the unfamiliar equipment, and tucked it back inside of her. Her penis was now flaccid, about a metre long and three centimetres wide, and resting on the floor. She reeled it back inside of her, slowly, until there was no visible evidence of it.
She took a shower and put her clothes back on. Recharged, she went to find more people.
Fri Jan 02 14:52:04 2009