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.