CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Espering was deep in thought, putting the final touches on the agenda
for the next formal meeting of the Council, when his intercom beeped at him yet
again.
"Bughumper!" He glared at the screen, saw it was an internal call
coming from the staff quarters. It seemed everybody was having a crisis. At
least Lucia was busy with her party and wouldn't disturb him. He hit the
RECEIVE button and the vidphone screen lit up with a vaguely familiar face.
"Yes?" he said impatiently.
"Sorry to bother you sir, especially after office hours, but I've got
something of a . . . situation on my hands."
"Yes, what is it? Who are you again? I know I know who you are, but at
the moment my memory is failing me."
"Haley, sir. I'm one of the Loomy wranglers."
"Oh yes, of course. Is there a problem with one of the Loomies?" His
two wranglers had thirty to forty charges between them. Twenty staff favorites
that had been on site since
Espering had started his program, and fifteen or so short-timers that
were rotated frequently.
"Well, yes and no. This is sort of hard to explain." He saw the
impatient expression on Espering's face and hurried ahead. "Well sir, about a
week ago I noticed something strange with one of my new charges. Well, not that
new, she's been here several months . . . Anyway, I couldn't put my finger on it
at first, but then it occurred to me that she just didn't seem blank enough, if
you understand what I'm saying. And she almost seemed too enthusiastic in her
sucking."
"Not blank enough? What the hell does that mean?"
"I know, it's not much, but I kept getting this weird feeling about her.
So I checked her records. She'd apparently come to us from Deacon Hospital's
Extended Care Unit. Family deceased, twenty-nine years old, good health . . .
." He could see Espering was getting bored and impatient.
"As far as I can determine, all of the personal information in her file
is false. Deacon's never heard of her. The people listed as her family,
father, mother, and so on? No record of them ever existing."
"What?" Espering couldn't understand what Haley was telling him.
"So I did some more digging," Haley went on. "I still can't even
believe it. She was normal. Well, physically anyway. This . . . crazy went to
an underground medico, who, at her insistence, removed her limbs."
"What are you talking about? I . . . I don't--"
"She had arms and legs, and she paid him a huge sum of money to lop them
off and remove the scars from the procedure. She also had a urethral
valvesleeve installed. When she arrived here about three weeks ago we had her
body depilated and her teeth pulled, but other than that . . . ."
"So you're saying that mentally she's . . . ."
The handler was nodding his head. "I couldn't believe it either, so
with Captain Van der Meer's permission I studied the camera records of the
corral. On the screens you could see it over and over -- whenever she was
alone, or only with other Loomies, her eyes would focus and she'd look around,
occasionally smile."
"What does this woman look like?" Espering asked with a sinking feeling.
"Like your normal Loomy, sir. Little bit pudgy, big breasts, a rather
plain face. She's not anything special, I'd have trouble picking her out of a
group, but quite a few people have been requesting her. Apparently there was
just something about her. Now we know what it is."
"Can she talk?"
"I spoke with the doc who did all the work on her. He said he didn't
touch her vocal chords. He also said she was a very unbalanced girl, and he
tried to talk her out of it."
"I see he still took her money, though."
"Apparently she had been following your crusade to put Loomies into
service doing what they can with their limited abilities. Once she decided that
you were going to succeed, she contacted the doctor. Technically he didn't
violate any laws. She hasn't either, for that matter."
"I don't care!" Espering raged, jumping out of his chair. The vidphone
camera automatically tracked him to keep him centered in Haley's screen. He
waved his arms in fury. "These poor creatures were born this way because of a
horrible mistake. They're like the living dead, and all I was trying to do with
my program was put them to use so people would begin to think positively about
them, instead of just considering them a drain on society's resources. Do you
know that there are some members of the Council that privately think all the
Loomies should be put to sleep? Exterminated, like insects? My program is
changing that, and then for this woman--" He paced around the room at a near
run. "The idea that she would alter her body to attempt to become one . . .
why? So she can be treated like a piece of meat? Is she some sort of
self-hating submissive masochist that tipped over?"
"That'd be my guess." Haley looked ill.
"I am repulsed and disgusted. She should be--" He stopped suddenly.
"Does she know we know?" he asked Haley.
"Not yet. In fact, you and I and Captain Van der Meer are the only ones
who know so far."
"Well, dammit, if this twisted little girl wants to be treated like a
piece of meat, who are we to get in her way? We ought to be helping her."
"Excuse me sir?"
"Tomorrow night, you're going to drug her NutriBlend. Van der Meer will
get you what you need. Then you're going to take her to Dr. Akhdar, one of my
wife's medicos. I'll give you his number. He's a very talented man. If this
woman wants to be just like a Loomy, I'm going to help her. Tell Akhdar to
remove the speech center in her brain, and to hyperstimulate her infantile
sucking instinct."
"Uh, sir? Uh . . . can he do that? I mean, before she did this, she
was a respected--"
"I don't want to know," Espering snapped. "It doesn't matter who she
was. And didn't you say she covered up her past herself? She's a Loomy now,
dammit. We've got the files to prove it. That's what she wants. And Loomies
can't talk. She's wearing a body bag and drainage tube and everything?"
"All of it."
"Krikes." Espering shuddered. "When are we sending those four up to
Sega Six?"
"Five days."
"Put her in with them. Mining is a rough business, and miners are rough
people. Sounds like just what she'd want, don't you think?"
"Uh, sir, it's my impression that the Loomies are just going to be laid
on beds while the miners line up outside the door. Miners aren't real big on
romance. God only knows if they've even got NurtiBlend to feed them."
"Perfect." Espering nodded in satisfaction. "I don't want her to know
where she's going until she gets there, if at all possible. I also don't want
her to know Akhdar worked on her, that's why we're drugging her and doing it at
night. She might like being on Sega, but if she decides she wants to leave
she's going to have a big surprise when she tries to tell someone. She in the
corral right now?"
"No, she's out." Haley shook his head, disbelief etched into his
features. "I just don't understand people sometimes."
"You've done an excellent job here," Espering told him. "I won't forget
your name again." He clicked off and sat in thought for a while, then pulled up
Haley's personnel records. At a glance he saw that the man was single,
heterosexual, and lived alone. Nothing problematic had appeared during his
employment background investigation. When Espering saw how little Haley was
being paid to care for the Loomies, a thankless job at best, Espering put him
and his partner in for twenty percent raises. According to his file Haley was
also just days away from a birthday. Espering sent a memo to his assistant to
have one of the new model synthetics shipped over to Haley as a gift as soon as
they started coming off the line.
Espering stood up and wandered around the room aimlessly. The thought
of someone willingly having their arms and legs amputated was too disturbing to
even think about. He'd seen some radical bodmods in his time, but this was too
much. He couldn't even tell his wife about this, she'd get too upset. What was
wrong with people today?
"Mmmmmm, you don't know how good that feels." Lucia Espering reclined
further on the wide sofa and stretched her arms across its back.
The sofa ran along one side of the sunken center of the Esperings'
six-sided recreation room. The fact that the center of the room was a meter
lower than the perimeter gave the women a sense of privacy that they might not
have otherwise had in the big room, which had been the designer's intent.
There was another couch on the opposite side of the hollow, and two
overstuffed reclining chairs, but most of the women were sprawled on the padded
floor.
The weekly meeting of the steering committee of the Garshak Women's
Historical Society had gone well and, since their agenda had been limited,
mercifully brief. None of them enjoyed the actual committee work, but they were
committed to the cause, and it gave them, members of Garshak's female power
elite, another excuse to get together socially. Women had had a greater role in
civilizing Monsipur and making it the successful technological jewel that it was
today than in perhaps any other colony in the universe, and the Society wanted
that fact acknowledged. But first they had to research and document these
accomplishments, and before that they had to prioritize their goals. Hence the
steering committee.
First there was Lucia Espering, Chairwoman of the Society and its
founding member. She was the oldest member of the committee, which didn't make
her very happy; however, thanks to her personal medicos, she didn't look the
oldest.
Then there was Nadia Karkov, wife of Mikhail Karkov, a friend of
Garvin's and fellow member of the Council of Twelve. She was very tall, with
wide shoulders and a bony frame, and had straight, jet black hair cut off just
below her ears. Her lined face with its big pores made her look older than her
fifty years (S). Her lips had been permdyed bright red for as long as Lucia
could remember.
Next was Bhatia Rhondell, a stout matronly sort with a huge fortune all
her own, inherited from her mother before her, who had done nothing of note
other than marry a billionaire with a bad heart. Ludia guessed she was in her
late forties, but a combination of square features and the extra weight she
carried made it hard to tell for sure. Bhatia had a small double chin and short
wavy hair prematurely going grey, and was the hardiest partier among them. As
she'd never had to work, her whole adult life had been spent playing. As the
most jaded of the group, she was always introducing them to the cutting edge of
'recreation'.
Bunni Mitchell, with her quick wit and sarcastic asides, kept their
meetings from becoming boring. She was the second youngest of the group, just
forty. Bunni's husband was some sort of executive high up in one of the speeder
companies, but Lucia didn't know too much about him. Bunni had shoulder length
wavy black hair and a deep tan, which showed off her brilliant teeth every time
she smiled, which was constantly. She was built thick, with large breasts, but
wasn't fat. She wasn't very smart, but she knew what fun was.
The last member of the committee was the youngest. Olivia Chan was
barely thirty, an up-and-coming entrepreneur with a successful record as an
inventor of clever household gadgets. She also had the misfortune to be a
squeaker, although she hated the term and none of the other women used it around
her. She'd stopped maturing when she was seventeen, which was about as old as
Lucia had ever heard of. She was skinny as a stick, and couldn't weigh much
more than thirty-five kilos. Olivia was the only member of the committee that
Lucia hadn't known socially before the inception of the Society. They'd bumped
into each other while doing research on the history of Monsipur, and after
getting to know her, Lucia had asked her to be on the committee. Orphaned
nearly at birth, she'd been one of the lucky few Our Lady of Mercy, Garshak's
premier all-female orphanage, run by the Sisters of Mercy, accepted each year.
Atchison employed nursers retired from the program to breastfeed orphans not old
enough for solid food, and sabbatical Sisters performed every other chore
necessary, from diaper changing to calculus instruction. Every member of the
teaching staff was highly accredited in their field. The stories she'd told of
growing up in the orphanage were of particular interest to Lucia, as Garvin was
obsessed with finding out all the secrets of the Order.
"I didn't even see a boy in person until I was ten or eleven," Olivia
had told her one day. "I thought everyone lived the way we did. We all slept
together, in the same big room, the beds in rows, the little ones at one end,
the older girls at the other. We each had our own, but as soon as the lights
went out we were always two or three to a bed. The other girls were my family;
we were all orphans, so we stayed together whenever we could. After lights out
we'd watch the older girls get into bed with each other, and then we'd try to
imitate what we saw them doing. I never thought it was strange. I never knew
anything different. Plus, it happened most every night, and nobody ever
punished us, so that meant it was okay, right? The strictest monitor we had,
when she found girls in bed together, would only send them back to their own
beds and tell them to go to sleep.
"I was never very shy, maybe because Our Lady was all I knew, and the
older girls always were pulling me into their beds. I was a quick learner, and
my hands were always small. We had one monitor, a sabbatical Sister, whenever
she did her rounds at night and found girls together she would give them
pointers on their technique, or maybe show them a new trick. We held hands in
class, and had kissing contests on the playground, and none of the Sisters ever
told us to stop. Later on, I realized the Sisterhood had an ulterior motive in
running the orphanage. They don't like to take on any novice that's even close
to puberty, the training takes so long, and with what I've heard about their
program -- minimum of ten years of study, the work so intense only one in thirty
who start the program ever get asked to take their vows -- they'd have to have
some sort of prescreening program, to keep their dropout rate from becoming
prohibitive."
"The orphanage?" Lucia asked.
Olivia shrugged. "It's so long ago now, but many of the girls I was in
class with suddenly disappeared and I found out later they were talked into
becoming novices. I know a few who took their vows, but most I just lost track
of. I don't think many of them made it through the training."
The members of the committee, obviously, had not been chosen just for
what they could bring to or do for the Society. Lucia preferred to surround
herself with people that had similar tastes and interests, and values, and her
husband's investigators had told her all she needed to know about these women,
and more. She was too old to pretend to be someone she was not, and, thanks to
her husband's decades of diligent work, there were more and more Monnies out
there who thought as she did. After nearly every monthly meeting, held at the
estate, the women entertained themselves the best way they knew how.
Lucia arched her back a little against the couch, then reached down to
press the face of Olicia's blonde chattel more firmly against her sex. He knew
what she liked, and opened his mouth a little wider so he could get his morphed
tongue further into Lucia's channel. Olivia had had his tongue grown until he
could barely close his mouth. He couldn't really talk -- intelligibly that is
-- anymore, but Olivia wasn't interested in anything he had to say. He jabbed
his tongue rapidly into Lucia several times, then raised his mouth to suck on
Lucia's big clit.
"Oh!" Lucia said, and groaned. She opened her thighs wider and sunk
further into the cushions. She didn't know how big his tongue actually was,
he'd never stuck it out just to show it off, but inside her hot flesh it felt
six inches long at least. Her tongi was spread around her on the sofa, the only
clothing any of them still had on.
Olivia's other piece of property, this one a pretty brunette, was locked
in sixty-nine with Nadia. Lucia didn't know if his tongue was morphed, but his
penis sure was. At least a foot long, it was comfortably -- but not excessively
-- thick. Its entire length was circumferentially ribbed to increase the
pleasure of his partner, and the hole at the end was large enough to accomodate
a finger, if one was so inclined. Her two pets were what first drew Lucia to
Olivia -- even now, four years after the Chattel Law was passed there were less
than five hundred people on the entire planet who'd signed themselves over, and
most of those were Sabbatical Sisters. That Olivia had two -- two males, with
low numbers to boot -- had been sure sign there was more to her than met the
eye.
Bhatia lay on her back on the padded floor, nude, her big belly the
tallest part of her body. Olivia knelt between her open thighs and worked on
her with a plug-in. The realistic phallus (sans scrotum) would have looked
large on most women; on Olivia's tiny frame it looked immense. The thick shaft
covered her entire pubic mound.
She worked the synthpenis with skill, her strokes long and firm, while
the fat on Bhatia's body rolled back and forth like waves on a beach. As
overweight as she was Bhatia still didn't have any breasts to speak of. She
stayed busy roughly playing with her nipples -- very roughly.
It was officially a stuffing party, but so far only Bunni had started
playing with tonight's designated filling. The Buzzballs were bright blue and
five cems in diameter, and each weighed a third of a kilo for ease of retrieval
via gravity. Lucia had brought a whole bucketful of them, a hundred or more,
all activiated and ready for fun.
Bunni held one of the medium-sized Buzzballs in her palm and smiled. It
was set on high, vibrating so fiercely it made her hand tingle. Buzzballs were
her favorite toy. She had her own collection at home, at least two of every
size made, but she'd never seen so many of them in one place before.
Bunni knelt on the rubbery padded floor and lowered the ball between her
legs. She moved her other hand out of the way and pushed the ball inside
herself, then clapped a hand over her slot to keep it from dropping out. She
could feel it in her, vibrating, against her and the three or four other balls
she'd pushed up inside herself. One ball by itself was nice, but two balls
together . . . when they touched the vibrations turned doubly intense,
accompanied by an everpresent ticking clack as the hard-shelled balls rattled
against one another. Four out of the five women present had PCA's; the stuffing
party would begin in earnest when the rest of them started with the Buzzballs.
Bunni didn't want to wait. The others could join her when they were ready.
The bucket of balls was between her and Bhatia, still on her back
getting corked by Olivia. Bhatia reached over and grabbed two balls, holding
them to her nipples. As Olivia kept up her steady thrusting Bhatia had her
first climax of the night, grunting softly and quivering. Bunni watched her
closely, feeding off her excitement, as she did slow pelvic thrusts and fed two
more balls into herself.
"Very good," Bhatia murmured. With a little difficulty she sat up and
Olivia stopped moving, keeping the big phallus deep in her friend.
"Come here, you, hold these for me a little while." Bhatia reached over
and grabbed hold of the Loomy's harness and pulled her closer. The Loomy stared
vacantly past them, hovering motionlessly in her AG backpack a little ways off
the floor. The Loomy was a brunette, her hair in a short convenience cut. Her
torso was thick and covered in a thin layer of fat, with big heavy breasts
hanging down to her navel.
With one hand on her harness for leverage, Bhatia pressed one of the
Buzzballs she was holding against the Loomy's sex. The ball was a bit large for
the Loomy's unprepared orifice, but with a gob of spit and a little worming
Bhatia was able to push it in. She could see the heavy ball distending the
mouth of the Loomy's vagina, its gleaming blue surface pushing the labia down
and outward, but the ball was too big to drop out on its own. Satisfied, Bhatia
pushed the second ball up into the Loomy. She could hear them clacking and
buzzing just inside her, the blue rounded gleam stretching the Loomy's pink
flesh.
"What are you doing that for?" Bunni said. She could barely talk.
After shoving six or seven balls into herself it felt as if her whole lower half
was vibrating. Her innards had clenched in orgasm twice already, and she hadn't
even touched her clit yet.
"I didn't want her to feel left out." Olivia started moving again and
Bhatia slowly sank back down. "Speaking of that, come here, Philly."
The squeaker moved from where he'd been sitting on the couch cushions
and crawled over to Bhatia. He weighed not quite twenty-five kilos and was
naked as the day he was born nearly thirty years before. He lived in the house,
spending most of his nights in Lucia's bed.
Bhatia had a fetish for male squeakers, especially the smaller ones.
Philly had stopped growing almost twenty years ago, which was just perfect for
her. His cork was a cute bald little thing, hard and bobbing as he made his way
over to her. It was ten or twelve cems at the most, and skinny as a finger.
Bhatia got up on one elbow as he knelt next to her. She lowered her big head to
his member and swallowed his entire length. Philly's face lit up in a guileless
grin as she sucked hard on his shaft, her nose pressed up against his stomach.
His testicles had never descended and had turned cancerous about ten
years earlier, so they'd been removed. He'd left his bag empty, opting against
the little egg-shaped implants. Bhatia loved the feel of his little scrotum,
all soft and squishy inside. She opened her mouth up a little wider and
swallowed that too, sucking it right along with his penis. Even squeakers with
their balls didn't produce what could be called 'normal' ejaculate. Philly'd
been told it was bland, thin and almost tasteless, not at all like adult jelly.
Between that and the small size of squeaker organs, a lot of older women
discovered a newfound interest in oral sex.
Nadia disentangled herself from the brunette, her chin and neck shiny
with her own saliva. She was one of those rare women who enjoyed performing
oral sex, and whatever skills she lacked she made up for with enthusiasm. She
spotted Philly's tight little butt flexing as Bhatia sucked on him and smiled.
She moved close and ran her hands over his two smooth, hard cheeks, then spit
onto two fingers and slid them into his crack. Philly groaned as her fingers
penetrated him, and he leaned forward slightly as she greased him up with spit.
Nadia could hardly keep her hands off him. A lot of women, especially
the older ones, were like that, constantly touching him, holding him, enfolding
his small body in theirs. Philly loved it.
She spit on her fingertips again and rubbed it onto the head of her
cock. It was a small thing, only a little bigger than Philly's, but on her
large frame it looked tiny, more like an overlong clitoris. She'd had it for
about six years, and it was no plug-in. She'd paid the ridiculous fees the
medicos had been charging at the time for the male cell implantation/hormone
treatments, and was outraged that since then the cost for the procedure had
dropped ten percent every year. However, she couldn't be more pleased with the
result -- her own penis, just the size she'd requested, along with testicles to
complete the traditional look. Everything functioned perfectly, although of
course the estrogen levels in her bloodstream kept her sperm quite sterile. Her
feminine folds were still there, hidden behind the small wrinkled scrotum when
she was upright; there was only so much room down there, something the medicos
had warned her about when she'd elected to have the "plumbing job". Olivia's
brunette was quite adept at deepthroating her shaft while fingering her folds.
Nadia pressed up against Philly's small buttocks and he felt the head of
her cock between his cheeks. He'd been Lucia's "guest" at the estate for over a
year, so he knew enough to grease up before her meetings. His sphincter was as
tight as a nine year old boy's -- an impressive feat considering all the use it
got. Lucia's had her medicos tighten him up twice a year free of charge, part
of their arrangement. Nadia had to really fight to open him up, even with her
small tool.
Philly let out a loud groan as his tight ring of muscle finally expanded
enough for Nadia's cockhead to push inside. Bhatia sensed his excitement and
sucked harder on his genitals. Philly hugged her big head as Nadia slowly sunk
her length into him and pressed her body against his. She was so much larger
than him that her body eclipsed and enfolded his. Nadia weighed over twice what
he did and was twice as strong. She slid her arms around his soft skinny body
and hugged him, chin resting on top of his head. As she began pumping her hips
he started groaning and whimpering in his little voice. His small body was
almost lost between the two big women. Bhatia was sucking furiously at his
flesh while Nadia worked her thin shaft back and forth in his tight greased
hole. Nadia was hugging his body fiercely, and Bhatia was gripping his thighs
in both her hands for better leverage -- he couldn't have escaped if he'd tried.
But why would he?
Philly had discovered years ago that he liked being used as a sex toy by
women twice his size. The more roughly they handled him, the more they tossed
him around and had their way with him, the more he liked it. And being a kept
man was a lot easier than working in the sex clubs. Lucia fiddled with him
nearly every other day, and then there were her parties at least once a week
where bubbly women practically fought over him. Lucia paid him a healthy
monthly stipend which he barely touched, since room and board were provided free
of charge. He knew eventually Lucia would tire of him, it was inevitable, but
he was pretty sure he'd have another benefactor lined up by then. The women in
Lucia's social circle all seemed to have at least one attendant squeaker, and
rotated through their stock about once a year. Philly fully expected to be
living in a posh penthouse somewhere downtown this time next year, providing
entertainment for another member of high society.
PCA's seemed to be all the rage among society women, which would have
worried him if he hadn't known better. After all, even large male organs
disappeared in the huge caverns the medicos were now carving into the jaded
rich. But he still remembered the one party -- orgy, really -- where Lucia and
Bhatia and half a dozen other 'society' women had spent the night playing with
the more than twenty male squeakers Lucia'd rounded up. It was to celebrate the
fact that Lucia had finally -- after almost five months of daily work with
hand-held medical probes and custom-made toys each night before bed --
stretched her urethra large enough to accomodate the small tools of squeakers.
Sure, she could have used dermal elastomers (the topical creams were now
available in bulk tubs) and been ready in minutes, but when the cream wore off
she'd be back to square one.
Philly had thought the whole idea perhaps the most bizarre he'd ever
heard of, when Bhatia brought it to Lucia's attention. But Bhatia had explained
it was an ancient method of birth control that dated back to well before Christ.
At that point Bhatia'd already stretched herself out by hand and convinced a
bunch of her friends to do the same. By hand was better than with the help of a
medico or the use of cream elastomers, she said, because the feelings would be
more intense. Both women used heavy doses of medico-administered subdermal
elastomers to keep looking half their age. Those elastomers could do amazing
things and Philly wondered if they were the reason Lucia and her friends were
able to stretch themselves so quickly without complications. He doubted normal
women would be able to stretch themselves out so quickly, if at all.
At the start of the party Lucia'd been so tight Philly'd needed a bucket
of lube just to get inside her piss hole, a channel of flesh three or four
inches long running just beneath her pubic bone. She'd laid on her stomach on a
low ottoman, so her ass would be at the right height, usually taking on two
squeakers at a time, front and back. By first light her urethra had accomodated
so many thrusting squeaker cocks a normal man could have fit himself inside it.
Now a three-year veteran of the practice, Lucia's urethra was permanently
stretched large enough to accomodate a normal man. While she still was a little
too loose for Philly's liking, she really enjoyed him scooping her, especially
when his cockhead popped back and forth through her urethral sphincter. That
was an unexpected development; the morning after that first party, when Lucia'd
finally staggered into the bathroom to relieve herself, she discovered the full
feeling in her bladder wasn't due to urine so much as it was semen. Thirty
times or so over the course of the evening squeakers had ejaculated in her, and
even the least endowed of them was long enough that the head of his cock was
past the tight ring of her urethral sphincter, inside the bladder itself, as he
thrust and spurted. That sphincter clamped shut as soon as they withdrew,
trapping almost all of the seed inside. Bhatia came to call it "putting money
in her purse".
Bhatia rolled from her side onto her knees and elbows, never taking her
mouth off Philly. Olivia backed off as Bhatia rotated her body, then scooted up
again to bury her juice covered plug-in in Bhatia's slack rectum. The big
phallus slid in easily, Bhatia's enhanced sphincter eagerly sucking in the thick
tool. Olivia's plug-in was the latest model and custom fit to her body -- it
was molded seamlessly to her mound, and she could bend it backwards to her
sternum without showing a seam or popping it out of the PNP socket. It looked
and felt so much like an actual penis, albeit larger, that she'd had people ask
her if was real, an organic implant. She could orgasm from the sensations
transferred to her body by the synthpenis' neurosensors; gentle, rolling
climaxes, rippling through her whole pelvis. Her vagina would clench slightly
as the waves of pleasure ran through her, but the plug-in orgasms only seemed to
increase her excitement, not lessen it. She glanced over and saw her two pets
were unoccupied and directed the men to begin fellating one another. The women
in the steering committee always found the sight of two men together very
stimulating.
With her PCA Bhatia's back channel was only slightly tighter than her
front. Olivia grabbed her hips and started fucking the big woman in earnest,
reveling in the feel of her wet tunnel. The artificially well-endowed squeaker
had to climb up off her knees into a crouch behind Bhatia to stay with her -
once Bhatia rolled onto her hands and knees Olivia was just too short to stay on
her own knees behind her, even though Bhatia pulled her knees up to her chest
(sinking closer to the floor) so the plug-in would go in deeper. Bhatia
responded with rhythmic high pitched grunts, muffled by the cock and scrotum in
her mouth. Her back was as wide and solid as a desk. Olivia hunched over her
and thrust fast and hard and rough; Bhatia liked it rough, and her enhanced rear
passage was big enough to take the plug-in with Olivia's hand wrapped around it.
Sweat dripping off her nose, Olivia looked across Bhatia at Philly as
she banged her big plug-in back and forth. Wrapped up in Nadia's long arms the
small man grinned at her, and she had to grin back. Bhatia's big head and
shoulders blocked Olivia's view of Philly from the chest down. His hands were
clasped around the back of her head, more for support than anything else as she
sucked and grunted and bucked.
Bunni watched the flesh pile writhing just a meter away. The two
squeakers wrapped around Bhatia big form looked like nursing infants clinging to
their mother. She still knelt on the floor, knees spread and both hands clasped
over her groin. Her whole body was quivering, and moisture seeped out between
her fingers.
Lucia slid across the floor and gently pushed Bunni over onto her back.
As soon as Bunni moved her hands two Buzzballs slipped out of her and rolled
across the floor. Lucia could see the blue circle of another one just inside
Bunni's fleshy portal.
"Starting without me?" Lucia said with a smile. She slid her fingers
into Bunni's moist folds and removed the ball only to see another one slide into
view. "How many do you have in here?" Her folds were mahogany brown and
unusually wrinkled -- from stretching, not age.
"I don't know, six or seven," Bunni said. She propped a pillow under
her head and pulled her knees up, breathing heavily.
"Well, that's not going to do," Lucia said. She deftly removed another
ball from Bunni's oversize vagina. "We have to properly count them if we're
going to have a contest." Lucia pulled two more balls from between Bunni's
legs. After that, no more dropped into view.
"Is that it?"
Bunni concentrated. Her whole pelvis tingled from the recently departed
balls. Her insides were raging hot and felt as wet as an ocean, but she
detected no vibrations inside her and shook her head.
"All right then. Now we can start. You hold the record, if you
remember. Let's see if we can't break it. You just relax, I'll do the work."
Lucia grabbed a tube of Versalube and coated her right hand and forearm,
then began reinserting the Buzzballs into her fellow committee member one by
one. After the original six she began taking the balls from the bucket, quickly
coating them with lube before pushing them into Bunni's gaping pink-rimmed slit.
Lucia had to hold her hand over Bunni's loose folds to keep the balls from
spilling out -- with her exceptionally well executed PCA, the opening in her
pelvis was as long as Lucia's hand from base of palm to tip of ring finger. As
she lay on her back her cleft began at her domed pubic bone and ran all the way
down to the floor. Her loose labia hung down and obscured her tiny puckered
asshole -- she'd left that alone, worried about incontinence if she had it
augmented.
"That's ten," Lucia announced. With her left hand palm-down atop
Bunni's tan mound Lucia pushed her right fist into Bunni's wet flesh. It was
smooth and warm against the back of her hand and forearm, with just a hint of
soft fluttery ripples of flesh just inside her labia, and then she widened out.
Lucia pushed her hand in farther, now in the man-made section of Bunni's cavity.
She could feel the Buzzballs vibrating against her hand and wrist as she moved
her arm slowly left and right inside Bunni. She wanted to make sure there were
no dry spots and to gently stretch Bunni's cavity prior to inserting more balls.
Bunni twitched and groaned and drooled, the orgasms rolling over her in regular
waves.
Cells taken from Bunni's own vaginal walls had been grown in biolabs
while other medicos had spent several days replacing her natural organs with
tank-grown bio-miniatures. Another two days were taken up replacing her pelvis
with a new one made of Flex with radically improved internal geometry, then
reattaching all her muscles and ligaments to it. Then they'd grafted the huge
sheets of freshly grown vaginal tissue back onto Bunni, lining the huge cavity
they'd created in her torso. She'd had to spend nearly two weeks submerged
chest-deep in a special saline bath, to keep all the new flesh inside her wet
and healthy while the grafts took hold. Before releasing her, the medicos
verified all her new one-tenth-size organs were working properly, then had
rolled a big piece of equipment up to her bed that looked like a black spider on
a stick. This was known as The Stretcher among hospital staff. All the
protruberances that looked like rubber coated tree branches were probes that
Bunni soon found inside herself, checking to make sure her new vaginal wall
wasn't freefloating and had expanded completely to fill the available space.
There had been some pain as the machine tested the size of her new vagina,
stretching her abdomen until it looked like she'd swallowed a cubic meter of
air, but the medicos had assured her that was only temporary. Lucia had gone
through the same procedure, although her hospital stay had been longer as she'd
had her backchannel improved also. Externally the women appeared unchanged,
except for their bulging mounds. Lucia compared it to wearing a man's
protective cup, or a codpiece, that's how much more her new pubic mound stuck
out from her body.
Lucia pushed in further and could see the imprint of her knuckles above
Bunni's navel as she curled her fist upward. Here and there a faint bulge
betrayed the location of a Buzzball, happily vibrating away.
"Oh God," Bunni moaned. Her flesh contracted around Lucia's forearm as
she climaxed, her sixth of the night. Bunni was always good for at least ten at
a stuffing party.
"You seem loose enough," Lucia said, curled over Bunni's stomach. Her
arm was buried to the elbow and if she backed off and straightened it she could
have pushed it in farther. The mouth of Bunni's sex still was loose around
Lucia's forearm, but not loose enough for a ball to slip out. Bunni's flesh
would've been two or three times as elastic with a heavy application of topical
skin elastomer, but that would have been cheating.
Having her arm in another woman got Lucia almost as hot as having another
woman's arm in her. She could feel her own loose folds mashed against the
padded floor, wet and sloppy with her excitement. That was one of only two
imperfections she'd found with her PCA. With over half a square meter of
vaginal wall inside her body, when she got bubbly, it rained.
Instead of touching herself Lucia moved her free hand up to Bunni's
breasts and played with her nipples for a few minutes. Lucia opened and closed
her hand several times, careful not to pinch any flesh, and watched Bunni's
stomach rise and fall. Bunni was panting, her mouth open slightly, tiny beads
of sweat at her temples. Her arms were raised over her head, gripping the edge
of the couch, as if she was afraid of letting go.
Lucia slowly pulled her arm out and it made the loud wet sucking sound
familiar to PCA owners, the only other problem with the procedure. PCA's held a
lot of air, and had a tendency to open up while walking, only to empty loudly
and wetly as soon as the owner bent over or sat down. She wiggled her fingers
in the cool air, her fingertips puckered from Bunni's salty secretions.
"You've got lots of room left," she assured Bunni, holding a hand over
her gaping labia while pulling the bucket of balls closer. She wiggled her
fingers a little and shook her hand around -- all the Buzzballs pressed against
her arm had left it tingling and unresponsive.
Slowly, one by one, Lucia fed eight more balls into Bunni. By the sixth
one their rounded shapes were becoming visible inside Bunni's torso, distending
her abdomen. After the eighth Lucia plugged Bunni's opening with a fist and
with her free hand massaged Bunni's swollen belly. She kneaded her soft flesh
from just above her pubic bone up to the notch in her ribcage. She could feel
the Buzzballs through Bunni's skin and stomach muscles and did her best to
smooth them into an even rounded group centered as high up on her body as
possible. Her cavity was huge -- it might even extend up into her ribcage,
Lucia wasn't sure.
Bunni was nearly incapable of speech or coherent thought. Her whole
body quivered and shook, her vagina spasmodically clenching around Lucia's fist
in a continuous orgasm. Clear ejaculate leaked from her urethra, adding to the
puddle already between her legs.
"You're doing good, you're doing good," Lucia whispered to her. She
leaned forward and stroked Bunni's sweat-soaked hair. The vibrations from
eighteen Buzzballs were so strong that Lucia could feel them through Bunni's
foot pressed against her thigh, and could actually see Bunni's breasts
quivering, her nipples dark and painfully erect.
Two more balls slid into her without resistance, but as Lucia went to
push in a third she could feel it was up against the mass of balls inside Bunni.
Bunni's cavity would stretch, but she was almost at her limit. Lucia kept
pressure against the ball and after a minute it slid in. Whether the other
balls shifted or Bunni's cavity walls had loosened slightly she couldn't tell.
Bunni's belly was now greatly swollen and distended, looking like it
belonged on a woman six or seven months pregnant. Lucia pressed another ball
into Bunni's gaping slit. It only sunk halfway between her folds before it met
resistance. Lucia kept pressure on it and with her other hand massaged Bunni's
hard belly. Bunni's sex and the floor under her bottom were as wet as if
someone had doused her with a bucket of water. The Buzzball kept trying to
squirt out of her fingers.
Bunni's mouth was open and a little drool had escaped. Her eyelids kept
fluttering as if she was going to pass out. Her breathing was fast and shallow,
her whole body covered in sweat. She kept arching her back in response as wave
after orgasmic wave rolled through her body. She was beyond conscious thought,
incapable of speech.
After several minutes massaging her hard, rounded belly, keeping
constant pressure on the last ball, Lucia finally felt the tension ease inside
Bunni. The ball disappeared with a pop, going in and up to wedge against the
underside of Bunni's pubic bone against the nerve bundle that used to be called
the "G" spot. It provoked an immediate reaction.
"Gggkkk!" Bunni twitched and jerked her knees back slightly as a
massive, clenching orgasm roared through her. A glistening stream of ejaculate
shot from between her legs and splattered against Lucia's chest. Toes curling,
Bunni's back arched off the floor. She gasped and gargled, snot running from
her nose. Lucia clamped her palm against Bunni's slimy labia to keep the balls
inside, and watched with something akin to awe.
Bunni bucked and jerked for a full minute, then lay on the floor,
twitching. Juice ran out of her like a tap had been left on inside her abdomen.
The balls kept happily buzzing away, sounding like a distant hornets nest as
they clicked together inside her. Finally, after several minutes had passed,
Bunni's eyes opened halfway and seemed to focus.
"I think that's it," Lucia told her. "Twenty-two, same as before. I
think that's all you're going to get, unless you have a lung removed."
"Amazing," Nadia said in between her little grunts. The display had
left her hoarse with passion.
The rest of the small group was clustered around Lucia and Bunni after
finishing up in a multi-orgasmic frenzy. Bhatia and Olivia sat to one side,
faces flushed from their exertions. Nadia watched from her stomach, propped up
on her elbows. Philly was on top of her, eagerly thrusting his skinny tool into
her ass. Nadia was the only full-grown woman there without enlarged cavities,
and Philly's small cock felt anything but when it was in her rectum. He wasn't
capable of ejaculation, but that didn't mean he couldn't experience orgasm.
With Nadia and Bhatia doubleteaming him front and back he'd come two or three
times, but (perhaps) because there was no real ejaculation he didn't lose his
erection. Nadia's ass was nice and tight around his organ, and he'd pump her
for as long as she could take it. He had his arms wrapped around her and
clutched her small breasts possessively.
Bunni's eyes slowly moved left, then right, and she licked her lips.
"Give me a second," she whispered. "Then get ready." She blinked a few times,
took a couple of slow, deep breaths, and blew out all the air in her lungs in a
long rattling wheeze. Lucia immediately felt the pressure ease against the hand
she had across Bunni's labia.
Lucia pushed in one ball, then two, then three. She was gently easing a
fourth in, and was pretty sure it would go, when Bunni, turning red, had to take
a breath. As her lungs rapidly filled with air there was a pause, then a string
of Buzzballs shot from between her legs. Her humming body immediately convulsed
in a new cascade of orgasms as the balls rolled around the floor, bouncing off
the women and into the furniture. As her inner muscles clenched in pleasure two
more balls squirted out before Lucia could put her palm down to block the exit.
All the women exploded in laughter as the balls shot out of Bunni and rolled
around madly.
"Twenty-five," Lucia said appreciatively. "Just amazing. Let's make
sure we find all of them or someone'll be likely to fall and break a leg.
Philly? As soon as you can bear to pull out of there, why don't you help Bunni?
Your arms are just the right size, we don't want to leave any balls wedged
behind her lungs."
"She wouldn't notice for a week," Bhatia said, looking down at Bunni,
who had faded back into semi-consciousness. It reminded her of the time she'd
coated her urethra in elastomer so it could accommodate passage of the same size
buzzballs. Once inside her bladder their clicking and buzzing, on top of the
arm corkscrewing in her ass, had sent her into orgasmic convulsions that only
ended when she lost consciousness.
"I'll be next," Lucia said with excitement. She doubted she'd be able
to contain twenty balls, even with all the stretching she'd been doing in her
spare time, but it would certainly be interesting to find out.
"There's two still in the Loomy," Bhatia told Olivia, who was on her
hands and knees peering under an ottoman. Bhatia took a second look at the slim
eurasian squeaker on all fours, the big veiny cock curving down between her
thin, shapely thighs to just touch the floor, looking for all the world like a
third leg, and felt the wet heat come flooding back between her legs.
Lucia looked over at the Loomy, within arm's reach the whole time but
forgotten in the excitement. The blue gleam of a Buzzball caught Lucia's eye,
bulging the flesh of the limbless girl's sex. The ball looked ready to drop out
of the Loomy; Lucia could see almost its entire diameter.
Lucia reached underneath the hovering Loomy to remove the ball and to
her surprise discovered her sex was dripping wet. Lucia lifted her eyes to the
limbless, brainless girl's face and for just a second though she saw something
in her eyes. Something like . . . .
It was nothing, Lucia. Of course she'd be wet, she's had Buzzballs in
her for an hour. That's why her clit's hard as a pebble and her nipples erect.
Her body's not broken, just her brain. Still, it unnerved her.
"Olivia," Lucia said, " why don't you send your two pets over here.
With that AG backpack she's wearing I bet they can make an interesting looking
sandwich."
As the two men moved close and began spinning the paleskinned torso
around in midair, trying to find the right position, Lucia lay back in
anticipation. But while the rest of the group finished collecting the Buzzballs
inside and outside of Bunni, Lucia couldn't help but keep glancing over at the
Loomy, trying to catch another glimpse of the expression she'd thought she'd
seen.
