Ray never had any trouble getting girls. He was tall and athletic with a handsome face and a keen smile that always seemed to bring down the defenses of even the most jaded woman. Throughout highschool, he probably had a new girlfriend every week and rumor of his prowess in the bedroom did not stay private in the slightest and Ray was lucky enough to have a cock big enough to satisfy just about anybody, or so he thought.
He loved all sorts of women, young girls and mature ladies, short and tall, big and small; but Ray had a particular weakness for thick girls. A curvaceous hourglass shape was sure to put a woman directly in his crosshairs. Big full breasts, a small waist, and hips a bit wider than most men would prefer would drive him absolutely up a wall, something about a 45 inch ass bouncing up and down on his fat cock just drove him over the edge.
There was a cowboy dive bar downtown that Ray was something of a fan of because it tended to attract the right sort of girl. A girl who knew how to drink and new how to ride and tonight Ray noticed a woman dangerously close to his physical ideal. A tan-skinned woman in her late 20s sat on the end of the bar, legs crossed, in a short red dress. The front cut a bit lower than would be considered tasteful, but it provided an excellent view of her oversized bustline, her DDD breasts nearly spilling out into her whiskey. Her ample hips and grade-A ass protruding well beyond the edges of the barstool. She seemed tough, like she knew what she wanted out of life and Ray absolutely knew what he wanted out of her.
The music played and every so often a guy would go up and hit on this mysterious woman in the red dress, but they were all shot down. Ray decided it was his turn to try with the fertility goddess at the end of the bar. He approached her and gave her a big, toothy smile and a beer in hand.
"You must be Ray." She said, taking him a bit off guard. The woman in red did not look up from her whiskey. Ray laughed it off.
"Well I guess I am," He replied.
"I heard about you." The woman in red said, the corner of her mouth indicating just a hint of a smile as she glanced sidelong at Ray.
"Lots of people have heard about me, ma'am. What have you heard?" Ray wasn't exactly unknown in this town for being a womainzer.
"I heard you got a big cock." The woman in red replied as she suddenly grabbed Ray's crotch. The woman in red's fantastic curves already had Ray in a state of half-hardness, a 7-inch bulge stretching down his thigh. "Hmm....looks like I heard right!" She commented with a hunger in her eyes. She finally looked up from her drink and gave Ray's cock a squeeze. "Call me Sandra. Finish your drink, cowboy" She said as she gulped down her whiskey.
Ray quickly finished his drink, surprised how this whole conversation was going so far. They flirted and talked for a while until Ray's head began to swim. His vision blurred and he saw a wicked smile on this lips of the woman in red just before he fell unconscious.
He awoke suddenly with a splash of water on his face. His arms were pinned to his side and he could not move his legs. He felt an intense pressure on his crotch.
"Wake up!" Shouted a familiar voice.
Ray focused his eyes and found himself strapped to a bed. His arms and legs bound with leather straps, his neck held down too. He was completely immobile. Straining his eyes he looked down and found he was completely naked except for an oversized cock pump secured over his painfully swollen member. It was graduated in inches from the base from 0 to 12. Ray's cock peaked just over the 9 inch mark.
"You are EXACTLY what we have been looking for" Said the familiar voice. The woman in red! He could turn his head to the side and saw her standing there. Her hips flaring from her amazingly tiny waist. Behind her were no less than 6 other women with the same physique. Tall, thick, wide hips and overflowing breasts.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?!" Said Ray, suddenly fearful for his life.
"We're just a group of like-minded women. A sort of a support group for women with our...condition." The girls giggled. "And we have been looking all over for a man just like you, stud."
She squeezed a bulb attached to the pump and the veins on his cock strained against the skin.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Ray yelled. "Let me out of here!"
"Oh I'm afraid that won't happen for quite a while." Said a busty black woman behind Sandra. "We're going to try an experiment."
"What the fuck!" Screamed Ray as he fought against his restraints. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"What's wrong with us, Ray?" Said Sandra, bending over the bed where helpless Ray was bound. "Most women can fuck a man and feel satisfied, feel full. We need more. That's what's wrong with us."
Ray looked at Sandra in utter confusion.
"Amy! Shanice! Show him!" The black girl pulled up her tight-fitting yellow dress to expose a perfectly smooth round ass filling in a set of hips nearly 50 inches around. She bent over at Ray and her pusssy yawned open to an extent ray didn't think was possible. Amy, a freckle-faced and thick-hipped redhead swiftly slid a finger, then a hand, then her arm completely past the elbow into Shanice and began punch-fucking her cunt to a depth that had to be between her lungs, from the angle Ray could see.
"Our desires have drove us almost to madness, Ray," said Sandra as she walked over to a stainless steel surgical tray, her hips and ass swaying with each step. "Imagine only being able to be satisfied by crude impliments. Imagine fucking for the first time and not feeling a damn thing. Imagine needing to use softball bats and bedposts and magnums of wine to cum. We found each other online and we have all been through so much." She bent over, exposing a gaping pussy beneath her red dress as she opened a small cabinet below the tray. "I once went to work with four navel oranges in my cunt. When I got home, I put in a fifth. Rose," She said, gesturing to a voluptuous brunette, "faked orgasms with the man who became her husband for two years, until he came home and found her straddling a butternut squash. And Moujan," she gestured to an Iranian girl, no more than 19 dressed in a jade-green nighty, "was kicked out of her father's house when she was discovered fucking his prized horse."
"So what the fuck does that have to do with me?" Asked Ray, still struggling against his restraints.
"Oh you're going to be our masterpiece, Ray. You see, Amy here works nights at a chemical lab. A lab where they were working on a serum to help heal burn victims. But they found that it can stimulate cell growth aaaaaanywhere they want." Sandra returned with a large syringe. She flicked the tube and squirted out a small stream of liquid from the tip of the needle. She released the cock pump from Ray's painfully swollen dick "And we wanted to make sure we had something nice to start with." She plunged the needle right into the base of his cock. Ray grimaced in pain as the plunger came down and whatever was in that syringe was absorbed into his cock. The girls began to whoop and laugh wildly as Sandra re-secured the cock pump and evacuated the air. Ray saw his cock climb to just below the 10 inch line as Sandra stepped onto the bed and plunged the plastic tube of the cock pump into her pussy, fucking it as if it were Ray's own. Ray began to feel light headed again and his head fell to the side. The other 6 women were all bouncing on giant pillars of rubber, their mouths forming round O's of ecstasy. The outline of some of the cocks visible under the skin of the girls, as they came almost completely to standing before plunging into a deep squat onto well over a foot of rubber.
Ray's head spinning, he tilted his head to the other side, catching a glimpse of Sandra taking his 12-inch plastic tube from end to base. just before he passed out again he saw a wall with more graduated plastic cylinders. 14 inch, 16 inch, 18 inch, 20 inch. The largest one nearly four inches wide and two feet long.
