From: buyensj@primenet.com (Jim Buyens)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Big City 1/2 (mf, transf)

Collected by: wodan@drakar.stack.urc.tue.nl

                             Big City Life
                                by JimB
                              Phoenix, AZ
                                   
                                 Setup
                                   
We all tend to blame others for our misfortunes; in my case, I blame
Sandra Foxley.  Sandra and I had a great affair for three months but
she called me on a Thursday night and said we were finished.  This
left me with nothing to do Friday night so I went bar hopping and
that's how the trouble started.

I was at the Shanghai Bar; the third stop and the fourth beer of the
evening.  Oakland was playing the Yankees on TV when the alien
approached me.  He didn't look very odd at first, although I noticed
later that his eyes were more purple than blue and had no lashes.  He
mostly kept his hands in his pockets; otherwise, I would have noticed
right away that his palms had thumbs on both sides.

"You look like a guy with time on your hands," he said.  "How about a
beer?"

I replied, "Sure, why not?  My girl dumped me yesterday, claiming I
don'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, if
you're interested," said the alien.  "Would you be willing to take a
harmless medical exam for research?  It won't take long and we pay
triple."

Oakland was losing anyway.  "Sure, why not?  When do I have to be
there?" I asked.

"I'll provide the transportation.  Let's go now," replied the alien,
tossing a five on the bar and steering me toward the men's room.  By
habit I headed for the urinals but the alien nudged me into a stall.
"Hold that just a minute; we'll be needing a specimen," he explained.
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 it but he paid no
attention.  Instead, he spoke into his watch using a funny language
and then the room blanked out.

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Another room quickly blanked in.  There were monitoring instruments
along the walls and a padded table in the center.  "What is your name,
please?" asked the alien.

"Dave Perkins," I answered.  "Uh, this isn't a surgical room, is it?"

"No, no, this is just for examinations.  Nothing will touch your body.
Please undress and lie on the table."

"I still have to piss," I complained.  The alien gave me a specimen
bottle.

I'd rather have undressed for Sandra, but what the hell, the guy was
paying triple.  I took off my clothes and climbed onto the examining
table.  Fortunately, the room was warm and the table seemed to be
heated.  I laid there and daydreamed for about half an hour while the
alien spun dials on one machine after another.  The five beers were
starting to set in pretty good.

"OK, Dave, the examination is over.  You get three wishes.  What'll it
be?" 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 modify
almost anything.  If you ask for something I can't do, I'll offer the
next best thing.  Now, what'll it be?"

I was still angry about Sandra saying I couldn't satisfy her.  This
seemed like a golden opportunity to end that problem forever.  It's
amazing what can make sense after five beers.

"One: I want to have the biggest cock in the world.  Two: I want full
control, lots of staying power, multiple orgasms.  Three: I want women
everywhere, and especially Sandra, to give me blow jobs whenever I
want."

"Just one minute while I try to program that, Dave," said the alien.
"Hmm, I presume you want the biggest human cock?  Not the biggest
elephant cock, for example?  No, I thought not.  Full control: no
problem.  Third wish: I can't modify the desires of women everywhere,
but I can make it enjoyable for them to give you blow jobs.  Will that
be acceptable?"

"Sure," I replied.  After all, I was nearly passed out.  The alien did
some typing on a computer console and then rapped his fingers until
the console beeped.

"All set, Dave.  The transporter will modify your body in accordance
with your wishes .  You shouldn't drink and drive, so I'm going to
transport you straight to bed.  Thank you for your assistance.  Good
night."  The examining room blanked out, my bedroom blanked in, and I
fell asleep.

                               Discovery
                                   
Saturday morning I woke without a hangover.  I didn't remember
everything about my escapade, but the business with the alien seemed
like 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 was
pulling at my groin; it felt like somebody was holding my cock.  I
threw off the covers, looked, and froze.  Between my legs was the
biggest cock I'd ever seen!

The monster was a foot and a half long, and thicker than my arm.  The
head looked like the top of an oak stairway post.  There was a huge
mass of pubic hair covering most of my lower stomach and my balls were
the size of grapefruits.  I started to get up and found myself
dragging the monster cock across the sheets.  As I sat on the edge of
the bed, the cock stretched across my thigh, curved onto the bed, and
ended with the head resting on the sheet.  I tried to pick up the head
and place it between my knees, but the middle drooped.  It took two
hands to get my cock off the sheets!  It seemed to weigh ten or
fifteen pounds.

Habit told me it was time to piss, although I didn't feel an urge.  I
gingerly stood up and almost lost my balance.  My huge balls stuck out
three or four inches beyond my thighs, and the cock curved outward
before dropping to my knees.  It seemed to be attached higher on my
belly than before; I suppose it had to be that way, so my huge balls
weren't squished between my thighs.  I walked slowly to the bathroom,
unused to the feel and balance of the added weight.  The head hung
about six inches in front of my knees, which barely avoided the
problem of kicking it with each step.

I received another surprise at the toilet.  When I attempted to push
out a normal stream, the result was more like a full-pressure garden
hose.  It only lasted a second, but the piss hit the toilet so hard
that water splashed over half the bathroom.  I reached with both hands
to shake off the cock and received yet another shock; it rose to meet
my hands!

Frantically, I tried to remember my three wishes.  Biggest cock on
Earth: check.  Full control: what does that mean, I wondered?  I
relaxed the cock and it hung limply in front of my knees again.  I
thought about making it rise and it did.  Moving it left and right
worked also.  Soon I discovered the ability to make the cock bend and
curve various ways; I found myself putting on a private snake charmer
show right there in my own bathroom!

I began to wonder about erections and thereby caused one.  The cock
got 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 there
was more of it.  I found I could move the erect cock up and down, left
and right as before, but flexing and bending were restrained.  I
thought about making the cock soft again so I could flex it, and sure
enough, it went soft.  I made it fully erect and flaccid several times
within a minute.  Now, that's control, I thought.  Finally, I made the
cock erect and thought about cumming.  The cock spurted cum instantly
and 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 cum
there was.  The cock was still erect so I curved it toward the shower
and thought about cumming again.  Another huge blob of cum shot seven
feet and hit the shower panel.  I amused myself for several minutes
shooting cum blobs toward the shower wall until I'd spelled out "EAT
ME."

Something smelled delicious.  With hands behind my back, I raised the
cock to my face and smelled the head.  It didn't smell like ordinary
cum at all; it smelled great!  I stuck out my tongue and touched the
cock head to it; it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted.
Wish three: women everywhere would like giving me blow jobs.

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I made the cock shake itself off and then headed for the kitchen.
After starting the coffee I considered fetching the newspaper.  None
of my pajama bottoms would fit over the cock and I was sure it would
hang below the hem of my robe.  In the end, I wore the robe and made
the cock stay wrapped around my hip.  Someone might have noticed a
hell of a bulge on one side but at least I was decent.

Sitting at the kitchen table, letting the cock hang between my legs
wasn't comfortable.  The front edge of the chair was cold and the cock
tended to rub where it angled over.  Resting the cock across one thigh
was much better.  I amused myself by shifting the cock from one thigh
to the other with no hands as I read the paper and drank my coffee.  I
must have been very thirsty because I drank the whole pot and then
made another.

After breakfast I went to the bathroom to shave and shower.  My pubic
hair was in a huge tangle and it itched.  There was so much of it that
washing the balls and cock would obviously be difficult.  That much
hair didn't even look right, and I decided to trim it back.  Using a
barber scissors, I stood over the wastebasket and went to work.
Clumps six to eight inches long were falling away and I still had
quite a bit of hair left.  As I worked, the true size of my new
equipment became more obvious.  Curiosity killed the cat, and I ended
up trimming myself very close.

The balls were definitely attached higher than before and they didn't
hang down as much.  Both these changes seemed necessary to keep the
balls from being smashed as I walked, but it made them stick out in
front of me.  The cock was as big around as a whiskey bottle and twice
as long.  With the bottom of the shaft emerging just above the balls,
the top began a few inches below my navel.  The base seemed attached
to a hip bone that wasn't there before, and it wouldn't bend straight
down.  Instead, it curved out and then down.  I tried flexing the cock
various ways but it wouldn't hang straight down.

In the shower I erected the cock again and shot a few cum blobs at the
drain.  I shampooed and scrubbed my body as normal.  Washing the cock
was easy; I just raised it up and washed it like another arm.  I had
trouble drying between my legs until I thought of using the cock to do
it.  I was still thirsty, so I drank six or eight glasses of water
from the bathroom sink.

Getting dressed posed yet another problem: my old jockey shorts were
out of the question.  Shorts in general were out of the question.  I
tried all my baggiest pants but the cock wouldn't fit into any of
them.  It was obvious that I needed to buy new clothes, but how could
I go out?

I walked into the living room and started searching through the old
junk mail for men's clothing ads.  One flyer showed a pair of
extremely baggy nylon parachute pants: the kind of thing rap singers
wear.  I called the store and asked them to hold a pair of their
baggiest style in my size.  They only had purple and yellow, so I told
them to hold both.

The hall closet offered the last chance for something to wear and it
didn't fail me.  Wearing a trench coat on a sunny day in July seemed a
little strange but I had no choice.  The next problem was that without
pants I looked like a flasher.  I managed to put on trousers by
leaving the fly open and putting the belt through the back loops only.
I had to curl the cock upward to keep it from protruding below the
edge of the coat, but that seemed a small price to pay.  I put on a
sport shirt and running shoes, grabbed my wallet, and covered myself
with the trench coat.  Only then did I remember that my car was still
parked outside the bar and my keys were in my pants pocket.  My pants,
of course, were still in the alien's examining room.

Fortunately, I keep a spare set of keys in the dresser.  Grabbing
them, I called a taxi and waited twenty minutes for it to arrive.  I
calmly walked out wearing my trench coat, holding the cock head to my
waist, and hoping the neighbors wouldn't notice.  The driver was an
attractive woman in her thirties.  She obviously didn't have a lot of
money to spend on clothes or hair styling but she did have nice tits
and 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 keep
warm until I see the doctor, but I need a ride to my car.  Do you know
the 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 in
her mirror and nearly lost control.  In a flash I understood why.  I'd
allowed the cock to unroll and my trench coat to spread open.  "Is
that your cock?" asked Angel.

"Uh, yeah, I'm rather attached to it.  Sorry, I didn't mean to flash
you 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 through
the window.  I opened the taxi door and unbuttoned my trench coat.
The cock extended from my belly, ran across the back seat, then hung
over the edge.  Just for fun, I raised it and waved it around a few
times."

"Holy shit, it's alive!" Angel exclaimed.  "I could never take that
thing; not even the tip.  Can I touch it?"

"Suit yourself," I replied.  As Angel reached toward the cock, I
erected 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.  In
fact, 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 the
ceiling, then sniffed.  "Something smells delicious.  Is there a
restaurant around here?"

"I don't think so.  Here, try this," I replied.  The cock head still
had 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't
smell like regular cum."  With that, she put her lips around my finger
and rolled her tongue.  Her eyes lit up instantly.  "Mister, I don't
know what you got there, but it tastes great and gets my pussy flowing
as well.  You got a second helping?"

I looked around and decided no one could see us as long as I stayed in
the cab.  I swung my legs out the door and pointed the huge engorged
cock directly at Angel's face.  "Go for it," I urged.

There was no way Angel could get her mouth around the cock, but she
kissed all around the head and massaged the shaft.  Strangely,
whatever she did had no effect on my level of arousal.  It seemed I
could be fully aroused, fully relaxed, or anywhere between, but always
under my control.  Angel seemed to be tiring and growing anxious, so I
decided it was time to cum.  Although I tried to hold back, the gush
of 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 up
all the cum she could find.  When she got her lips back around the
cock 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 for
me to continue.  I began pumping a continuous flow of cum into her
mouth.  Her body became rigid and she began non-stop moaning and
twitching.  There was no way she could swallow cum as fast as I was
pumping it, and the sticky fluid began oozing down her chin and onto
her tits.  Finally, Angel pulled away and sat on the ground.

"Man, oh man.  Nothing touched my pussy, nothing at all, but I got off
the minute I tasted your cum.  I'm exhausted.  Doesn't that thing have
any limits?"  Angel was referring to the cock, which was still erect
and 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 a
bang.

Angel was a mess.  She was covered with cum from her nose to her
thighs.  She began cleaning herself with her fingers and licking them;
each mouthful caused her to moan and buck her hips again.  I tried to
clean up my clothes with a hanky, but without complete success.  Angel
was getting off so hard on my cum that I tasted it again myself; it
was delicious but not orgasmic.  I hoped the outside of my coat would
dry before I got to the store.

Having finally worn herself out, Angel got back in the taxi.  I closed
my door and we headed for the Shanghai Bar.  Angel's clothes were
still soaked and would undoubtedly dry stiff and stained.
Nevertheless, she said "Mister, next time you need a ride, call me
again.  Thanks!" and pulled away before I could pay her.

                        (Part 2 follows)