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

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

                             Big City Life
                                by JimB
                              Phoenix, AZ
                                Part 2
                                   
                               Dressing
                                   
Once again I was incredibly thirsty.  Although I was right outside the
Shanghai Bar, I decided it was too early for a beer.  I got into my
car and used the drive-through at McDonalds to buy an extra-large
Coke.  That helped, but a minute later I was still thirsty and had to
buy an extra-large Pepsi from Burger King.  Finally, I reached the
clothing store and 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 Mohawk
haircut and the name of Stanley.

"No, my name is Dave Perkins.  You're holding two pair of parachute
pants for me," I informed him.  He checked the "hold" rack and handed
me two pair of parachute pants: one purple and one yellow.  "I'll need
to try these on," I said.  Stanley assigned me a fitting room.

I hung up my coat and slacks, then tried on the purple pants.  The
style and color turned my stomach, but they were enormously baggy.
The plaid sport shirt I was wearing didn't match either pair.  My only
alternative at the moment was to keep wearing my trench coat.

"I'll take both pair," I told Stanley.  "What kind of shirt would I
wear with these?"  He talked me into an orange tank top for the purple
pants and a green, cropped-off sweatshirt to go with the yellow.  He
also 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 the
tags off?"

"Uh, sure, just take them off in the dressing room and pass them over
the door."

I handed him the yellow pants, tank top, and sweatshirt, then returned
to the dressing room.  I hung the purple pants over the door, removed
my shirt, and waited for Stanley to hand the pants back.  With nothing
else to do, I faced the mirror and did cock exercises: up, down,
right, left -- first with the cock straight and then bending it at the
middle.

"Here are your pants, sir," said Stanley.  I had the pants back on
before I realized he hadn't given me the orange tank top.  I retrieved
my wallet and keys, bundled up my old clothes, and went out to find
Stanley.  He was helping another customer already, and seemed
surprised to see me without a shirt.

"The cashier has the rest of your clothes, sir.  I didn't realize you
wanted to wear the new shirt, too.  Please accept my apology," he
said.

The cashier was a tiny Oriental girl who eyed me closely when I
approached.  A name tag identified her as Annie.  I asked her for my
clothes and she began looking all around the checkout counter.  When
she stooped to look under the counter, her tiny bare pussy looked back
at me.  The cock instantly became aroused and strained against my new
pants.  I quickly softened it again but Annie had seen what happened.
She leaned over the counter and whispered, "Was that your cock, or
what?"

I admitted that it was and Annie grabbed my hand and pulled me toward
the changing booths.  On the way she found my clothes and then
insisted I try them on again.  I protested until Annie followed me
into the changing booth and closed the door.

"Let me see it," she commanded.

Her eyes were no higher than my chest.  I dropped my pants and let her
see the cock.  She seemed in total awe, so I waved the cock around 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 go
ahead and willed the cock into erection as she made contact.  Annie
ran her hands all over the giant shaft and then proceeded to kiss the
head.  Everything else made her so happy that I figured she'd like me
to cum.  I waited for her to bend close and then let her have it in
the face.  The familiar rush of pleasure passed over me.

The cum blob that smacked into Annie's face immediately caused her to
buck her hips and groan in ecstasy.  A moment later she began
furiously wiping the sticky cream off her face and into her mouth.
She braced herself 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 tiny mouth open as wide as it would go.  I began shooting a
continuous stream of cum at her mouth.  I was feeling continuous
orgasms as the sticky mess piled up on her face and seeped down onto
her chest.  Her white blouse and pink skirt were being ruined, but she
didn't seem to care.  After a while, she seemed ready to pass out and
I stopped.  She was trying to scoop more cum into her mouth but she
didn't seem able to swallow.  I suppose she was full.  I wiped the
cock head on the side of her dress, put on my shirt and pants, and
returned to the cashier station with all my items.  Stanley was there,
combing his Mohawk..

"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 again
how 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 a
minute and still felt dry, so I went back in and bought another.
After the third one, I just bought a Double Huge.  All this cumming
seemed to dehydrate me!

                                Reunion
                                   
By then it was two o'clock and I decided to call Sandra.  She wasn't
happy to hear from me, but I told her I'd left some tools at her
apartment and needed to pick them up.  When I arrived, it was obvious
she 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," she
said.

"Gosh, you look great.  Can't we try again?" I asked, raising the cock
against the inside of my pants.

Sandra stared at my enormous bulge.  "What have you got in those
pants?" she demanded.

The parachute pants had an elastic waistband, so I slithered the cock
up my stomach and out of the top.  Sandra was speechless as I used the
cock to pull down one side of my pants, then the other.  Finally, I
kicked off my pants, pointed the cock straight at her pussy, and
erected.  Her eyes widened even further as she watched the huge organ
swell 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's
so delicious I can't describe it.  Dave, don't ever leave me.  Stand
still while I stroke that for you," Sandra pleaded.

Sandra knelt in front of me and put her mouth to the cock head.  I'd
waited months for that moment, and made her wait a few seconds just to
savor my victory.  Finally, I began shooting cum into her mouth as I'd
done for Annie.  Sandra was able to keep swallowing longer but soon,
she too was full.  Her face, shoulders, chest, and legs were covered
with gobs of sticky fluid, and there was more on the floor.  Sandra
furiously pulled off the rest of her clothes and began smearing cum on
her pussy.  This caused her to climax even more.  Finally, she fell
asleep in the huge puddle of cum.  I wiped the cock on her blouse, put
my pants back on, and looked for something to drink.  I found three
beers, four liters of Coke, a gallon of milk, and a half pint of
whipping cream.  That, plus a minute with the kitchen spray hose, got
me feeling right.

                              Monkey See
                                   
Oakland was playing the Yankees again so I watched TV until Sandra
awoke.  She was covered with dried cum all but didn't bother to clean
it up.  "What happened to you?  You were never like this!" she
exclaimed.

"I took lessons," I replied.

"No way!  What really happened?" she demanded.

"Well, would you believe I was taken by space aliens, examined, and
offered three wishes?" I asked.  "They have purple eyes and thumbs on
both sides of their hands."

"That doesn't seem too likely, Dave.  Where did this supposedly
happen?" she asked.

I told her it was the Shanghai Bar and she insisted we go there and
have a drink.  At my suggestion, she took a shower and put on some
fresh clothes.  With a clean dress and high heels, she looked as good
as ever.

After two rounds at the Shanghai, Sandra disappeared into the women's
room for forty-five minutes.  Oakland was losing again and I had two
more beers while waiting for her to return.  When she did, Sandra told
me, "I believe every word you say, Dave.  Let's go back to my
apartment."

When we arrived, she immediately ripped open her dress and looked at
her tits in the mirror.  Slowly, they began to move around!  She
pointed them up, down, and all different directions.  Also, she was
able 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 my
tits, for comfort in wearing high heels, and for a pussy that would
hold 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 the
eye.  "Cool!  Watch this," said Sandra, squirting milk across the
room.  By moving her tits around, she was able to aim each stream
separately.  She was getting about twenty feet of distance.

"So much for wish one.  Are you comfortable in those high heels?" I
asked.

"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 of
four inch spike heels.  They had ankle straps, so she sat on the couch
to put them on.

"Sandra, your feet look strange," I noted when she removed the first
pair of shoes.  Lisa looked at her feet and flexed them.  "You're
right, Dave.  I can't straighten my toes or flatten my feet.  How
bizarre!"

Sandra stood up without her shoes and found herself on tiptoes.  "This
is weird!  My heels won't reach the floor," she said, catching herself
against 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 than
running shoes used to feel," she said.

"What about the third wish?" I asked.

Lisa pulled her dress completely off and discovered a gigantic bush of
pubic hair.  She took a scissors from her desk drawer, stood over the
wastebasket, and began clipping.  Five minutes later a gigantic pussy
was revealed.  The bottom was in its normal location but the top began
just below her navel.  Sandra concentrated and the lips began to move.
Soon, her entire stomach area was pulsating and juice began slopping
onto the floor.

"This is incredible, Dave.  I'm consciously arousing myself as easily
as 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 it
inside 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 cock
were exactly the same level.  I wiggled the cock furiously against her
massive clitoris and a puddle of pussy juice fell around our feet.
Hugging Sandra with both hands, I maneuvered the colossal cock head
past her immense outer lips.  I erected the cock and inserted its
entire 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 of
her vagina.  Her breasts pounded against my chest like fists.  I
twisted the massive cock in every direction, vigorously massaging
Sandra's interior pussy walls.  She sprayed milk in my face with one
tit and washed my belly with the other.  When I decided to cum, Sandra
felt it immediately and reciprocated.  The flow of cum and pussy juice
turned 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.  I
found a water pitcher in the cupboard and drank three gallons before
Sandra passed me the hose.

"Dave, that was great.  No ordinary man could ever satisfy me now, not
the 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 that
almost every earthman they examine asks for the biggest cock in the
world.  The aliens increase the size by two percent each time.  There
are now five guys out there with cocks bigger than yours.  You just
don't satisfy me any more, Dave.  Sorry!"

Well, that's how I ended up depressed about my puny eighteen inch
cock.  I called a cab and asked Angel to drop me off for a new pair of
pants.  Annie was glad to take my measurements.