HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (part XIII) by Art Miyako When I came to, I was alone in a dark basement. The hair on my balls was beginning to grow back in, making me itch incessantly. I reached down and scratched myself, and noticed that my size was pretty much back to normal, as if nothing unusual at all had happened. I was shackled again, and had been cleaned of the remnants of my session with Beth and Li Yen. Something told me it was nighttime, perhaps the stillness of the place I was in. I couldn't help but wonder if a huge-breasted would blink out of thin air with a clap; paranoia set in, and I believed myself to be closely watched by several of the Pyen Yang Lon standing there, invisibly waiting for some reason to retaliate. I sat up and gripped the edge of the mattress, and my fingertips touched something cold, and flat. A key! I cautiously withdrew it from under the bed and palmed it; with the other hand I tugged at my shackle, pretending tightness as I felt for the lock. It was on the wrong side. I scratched my stubbly groin with both hands, passing the key between them in the process. I reached up again to tug at the collar and quickly inserted the key. Now or never; I gave the key a twist and heard a click at the back of the shackle. No blows landed on me, no busty vampires materialized. Cautiously, I removed the shackle from my neck. Nothing happened for the five seconds or so I braced myself against what I was sure was going to follow. I wasn't under scrutiny! I crept quietly across the concrete floor to the stairs. I tiptoed up, and they creaked only a little under my weight. At the top, I put my ear to the door and listened. There were only a few muffled voices some distance away, and the groans of two lovers directly above. I tried the doorknob - unlocked. I carefully opened the door into the temple. The place was empty and dark. I snuck over to the cabinet and tried to pull it open, but couldn't. I opened the hidden door to the stairway leading to my apartment and climbed the second flight of stairs. As I opened the door into the bedroom, I noticed a body in the bed. She appeared to be asleep with her back to me, and so I tiptoed past her in the dark. As I passed by, I felt a strong hand latch onto my buttock. I swiveled my head to see her; she was dark-skinned, with powerful-looking arms, very short hair and a gold ring through her nose. A tattoo of an eagle covered her entire chest, with its legs extending onto her breasts so that her nipples were clutched in its talons. Her eyes glinted at me through the gloom. "Got an appointment?", she said through her grin. "I guess not anymore.", I replied. "Good thinking. My name is Cam, and I'm gonna be taking over where Beth left off with you." At this, she dug her fingers harder into my ass. "What happened to Beth?" "I don't think that's anything you need to worry about. Your ass is in my hands now." Well put, I thought, and realized that I was an escaping prisoner now. I might be a bad risk. It was a relief to hear they were planning to let me live. "Now, I do things different than Beth. First off, I don't do requests and I don't take questions. Second off, I ain't scared to use force when I think I feel like it. You gettin' this?" I nodded as she stared me straight in the eyes. "Glad we're communicatin'", she said sarcastically. "Now, first things first. Grab your ankles." She let go off my ass, and I bolted for the door. She leapt from the bed and tackled me from behind, pinning me to the floor. Her heavy tits were pushed into my back, and I could tell from the way she straddled me that she was thoroughly enjoying the situation. "Stupid asshole. I should rip your arms off for that." She yanked on my arms, and I knew she meant business as she nearly separated my shoulder. "But the Queen ain't said I could do that yet, so I'm gonna ask her next time I see her." She let go of my arms and took her weight off of me. "You wait right there." Cam walked back to the bedside and opened the night table drawer, removing from it a small tin. She removed something from it and replaced it, and then told me to bend over the bed. I didn't see that I had much of a choice, so I followed my orders. Cam stepped behind me, and I knew what was coming even before the suppository slid through my tensed anus. The feeling of cold spread again; I hoped that Madame Twon hadn't left too many of these lying around. "Now, Art, you can stand up. But if you do somethin' stupid, I won't wait for the Queen to tell me what to do. Stand up.", commanded Cam. I straightened up and turned to face Cam. For the first time, I got a really good look at her whole body. She had a thin build, but every inch of her was sculpted iron. That is, with the exception of the trademark bustline of the Pyen Yang Lon. Her breasts weren't as large as some I'd seen - merely the size of volleyballs. She had several tattoos other than the masterful eagle. A scorpion wound its way around her right ankle; on her upper arm was a portrait of the grim reaper; on her left hip was a tombstone with some writing in Arabic. "We got to get you all charged up with qi.", said Cam, taking a step forward and bumping into me so that I fell backward onto the bed with my feet still dangling over the side. "How we gonna do that, hmm? You a suck man or a fuck man? Only one way to find out." She went down on her knees and grabbed my hard cock, stuffing it into her mouth and savagely sucking half of it while stroking the lower part. My cock throbbed and swelled under the firm attention of her lips and tongue. Cam suddenly let my dick drop out of her mouth, and when she did it was noticeably bigger than it had been before, stretching out a full foot now. She looked up at me and smiled, and softly ran a finger up the underside of my jumping hard-on. "We better let you calm down awhile.", she said, and climbed up on the bed next to me. She climbed over me until her tits dangled invitingly in my face. She leaned down so that her soft flesh covered my nose and mouth, and I opened my lips to accept one of her pinkie-thick nipples. I nibbled on it and she leaned forward more, forcing soft breast-flesh into my mouth. Cam raised her ass in the air and began to fondle her pussy, at the same time pushing even more of her heavy boob into my mouth until it was filled completely. She bucked against her hand, making me bounce on the bed. Within moments, I could feel Cam's juice trickling onto my stomach as she climaxed with a moan. My cock pulsed wildly as she came. She slid back down my body, pulling her breast from my mouth with a soft pop as she slid her tits down my body and her soaking wet cunt over my prick and down my leg until my manhood was trapped between her hot orbs. She grabbed her tits in both hands and forced them together, enclosing me in their hot, creamy smoothness. I mindlessly fucked her between the jugs until my dick began twitching wildly with the first wave of coming release. Just as I was about to shoot, she reached down and pressed a finger between my balls and my asshole. I didn't cum at all, and laid there helplessly looking up at her. Without removing her finger, she lowered her twat onto my huge, aching dick, which had grown to 15 inches. Her wet hole swallowed me with a slurp. She didn't thrust, but simply ground her hips in circles around me. I felt like I was cumming again and again, but the pressure of her finger kept my semen inside of me. After a few minutes of this, she came again, leaking gouts of slippery juice down my shaft until it flowed all over my swollen nuts. She raised herself off me again and eyed my penis, which I could see had grown to almost a full two feet in length now and as thick around as my wrist. She went back down on it, noisily licking and sucking her cum from it. "You're ready now. We gotta get you dressed and take you out to find us some practice. Shower time. Can't have you smellin' like my pussy, can we now?" She took me by the hand and led me to the shower. Once she had the water to a temperature she liked, Cam got into the shower with me. She soaped my up and scrubbed me down thoroughly. She took the bar of soap and ran it all over her bouncing tits and then slid herself up and down my body, concentrating especially on my groin. She backed off a couple of steps and soaped up my cock with long, sensual strokes and then said, "I wanna watch you jack off. Jerk it for me, Artie." With the suppository still doing its work, I could do nothing but follow her command. She kneaded her breasts and licked her lips as I grabbed my dick with both hands and stroked the steel-hard shaft with a fast, steady rhythm. "Don't you go and cum.", she ordered, and I found that I couldn't. I wanted to, though; the sight of Cam leaned back against the wall and tugging at her nipples as I pounded my pud would normally have been enough to have me firing off sperm in seconds. I nearly screamed in frustration as I sped up my hands until they were a blur over my long shaft. "OK, 'nuff of that.", she said, and ordered me to rinse off and get dressed. She toweled me off and took me to the bedroom again, and dressed me in a pair of faded jeans and a black shirt. She made sure that my throbbing cock was securely inside one of the pants legs, making an obvious bulge alongside my leg. "Looks good to me.", she said, giving my dick a quick squeeze through the denim. The head of my dick was just past my knee, and as I walked from the bedroom behind Cam, I could see the outline of the tip of my penis poking from my knee through the worn blue fabric. We left the apartment and headed out into the chilly night air. HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (part XIV) by Art Miyako It was only a walk of two blocks from my apartment to a bar with a neon sign reading Finnochio's. As we stepped inside, every male head (and most of the female as well) turned to stare at Cam in her low-cut, tight- fitting outfit. She had chosen to go braless, and her heavy breasts were capped now by two jutting nipples stiffened by the chilly night air. For a moment, I felt like some sort of royalty myself. There wasn't a man in the place who wouldn't have gladly given a testicle for a crack at Cam, and here she was on my arm. The chill in my groin and the feeling of my exaggerated cock down my pants leg quickly brought me back to reality; we were here on business. We sat down at a table, and Cam aggressively flagged down a waiter and ordered a beer for me, but nothing for herself. "I don't drink," she explained, "and we got things to do, so you finish up that beer quick while I tell you the plan." I slugged down my Sierra Nevada as Cam regarded me silently for a moment. "Now, we can't be bringing anybody back to the compound; Twon saw to that. She messed up all the potion. We still got to get you trained up, though. So I brought this." She clapped her hands and a vial of the green fluid appeared on the table before her. It couldn't have held more than a quarter fluid ounce. "This shit's messed up to," she continued, "but like I said, we gonna get you ready for when we got more clean stuff. Here's what we gonna do." Cam glanced around the room, sizing up the crowd for a victim. "You see that bitch over there?" She nodded her head at an obvious hooker with way too much make-up who was working the bar for a john. Her chest was nearly as well-fleshed as Cam's own; I think it's why she picked her out. "You gonna buy her a drink, and you gonna slip the potion in there. Then you gonna give her fifty bucks and take her in back, and she's gonna suck your cock. Then you gotta get her out of here _fast_. Twon made this shit extra potent." "If we can't take her back to the compound," I queried, "then where do we go?" "Don't you worry about that. You just get her out the door, and I'll meet you and we'll get outta here. I'm gonna go to the bathroom now. You get to work." I knew Cam would be watching invisibly again. This power of the Pyen Yang Lon was really starting to get under my skin. These were dangerous creatures, whatever they ultimately turned out to be. I knew I had to do as she said, and the suppository saw to it that I really didn't have too much choice anyhow. I walked up to the bar and asked the bartender what the hooker was drinking. Root beer schnapps was her drink; the thought of it made me a little nauseous, but it wasn't for me luckily. I bought the shot and approached my target while dumping the contents of the vial into the schnapps. The dark color concealed the green of the potion perfectly. I tapped her on the shoulder and nervously handed her the drink. "Thank you, sugar.", she said, turning to look at me. She had deep green eyes and strawberry blonde hair in a page-boy cut. Her neckline plunged to reveal nearly the entire tops of her tits and the canyon between them. A cinnamon sprinkling of freckles was spattered across her chest, and she was wearing a necklace of cheap glass beads. She tossed back the shot and smiled sweetly at me. "What can I do to pay you back for that?" "Umm... well... ummm..." Unable to form a coherent sentence, I reached into my pocket and was surprised to find a crumpled-up bill, which I pulled out and thrust at her. "Not here, not now!", she protested, "Let's go in the back." We breezed through the bar and into a back room full of old boxes and dust, dimly lit with a single bare light bulb in the ceiling. "OK, _now_ you give me the money." I handed her the bill and she tucked it down into her cleavage. She immediately reached down to my crotch and felt my hardness. "Damn," she blurted, "where's this thing end?" She felt her way down my thigh and along my thick shaft through my pants, finally coming to the end of the rainbow at my right knee. "This has got to be some kind of joke. Nobody has a dick that big!" "I do," I said, and unbuttoned my pants. She pushed my hand away and said, "This I've got to see!" She unzipped my fly and rolled my pants down over my thighs. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the sight. "Wow! I wish I had a camera on me! I've been working this place for six months now, and I've never seen anything close to that. Are you some kind of freak?" "Yeah," I retorted, "you could say that. Suck me off." "You want me to get that in my _mouth_?", she squealed, "Hey, my jaws don't come unhinged, you know. What do you think I am, a snake or something?" "Look, I gave you the money. Are you going to give me a refund?" She smiled slyly and shook her head, and then bent to her task. It wasn't far to bend; even with me sitting on a box and her standing, my enormous cock reached up to her chest. She licked slow, firm circles around the head, forcing a groan of pleasure from me. She couldn't get the thing in her mouth, it being bigger around than a billiard ball. She slurped noisily at it and jerked the shaft with both hands until most of it glistened with her saliva. She managed to get the tip into her mouth and prized the hole open with her tongue, working it inside and wriggling it about until I lost control and began thrusting forward. I'd never felt _anything_ like this before. She pulled her head back for a moment and said, "Hey, are you trying to break my jaws? Stop trying to push that thing into my mouth." "Sorry.", I said sheepishly. She went back to work on me, sucking and licking until I shot my load in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out to take as much of my cum as she could, but it was too much. It overflowed her lips and dribbled lazily back down my shaft and down her chin, tracing rivulets of white into her cleavage. She swallowed several times and then stepped back and grabbed a rag, dabbing at her face and breasts. I was lost in a hazy afterglow, and hardly noticed her leaving the room. By the time I knew what was going on, she was back in the bar looking for her next customer. I hastily pulled on my pants and stuffed my sticky, still-hard cock down the leg as before. I ran back into the bar (limped, really) and looked frantically for the hooker, but the place was packed and I couldn't spot her in the crowd. Neither was Cam anywhere to be seen. Somehow, I wasn't surprised. Over the din of the crowd, I heard glass breaking and a shriek, and I pushed my way through until I found the hooker. She was bent over the bar face-down, several broken glasses on the floor next to her. The bartender was shaking her shoulder and calling "Becky" to her, but she wasn't responding. The people around her had backed away, leaving a wide semicircle around her. She was convulsing. "Somebody call an ambulance!", shouted the bartender. A woman reached over the bar to grab the phone, but was thrown to the ground by an invisible force. The telephone suddenly flew off the bar and smashed the mirror behind. The bartender and nearby patrons ducked for cover. Becky seemed to be raising off the bar as I watched her tits bubble into her armpits. She regained her senses suddenly and stood up. "My boobs! What's happening to meeeeeee....!!!!!!" She trailed off into a high-pitched shrill as her tits started growing again. Two wet patches marked the front of her straining top. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw went slack. She seemed frozen in place, standing there with her fists clenched and legs locked so tight her knees looked like they would bend backward. Her top expanded some more to accommodate her inflating bosom. The wet patches spread as well until they met between her breasts. The neckline of her dress dug deeply into her shoulders as two domes of pale pinkish flesh crept over it like living blobs. When the growth stopped for a moment, she tugged at the top of her dress, trying to decrease the pressure digging into her shoulders. Her oversized melons were squashed inside, the hard nipples poking out an inch through the moist material. "For chrissake, somebody help me! Do something!" The bar was dead silent now, except for Becky's moaning. A man tried to rush for the door, but tripped and went sprawling across the patterned carpet on his face. Becky started screaming again. Her tits inflated faster than ever now. They crept over the top of her dress until the fabric couldn't take anymore and the seams ripped down the sides, sending her tremendous boobs wobbling out into the light for all to see. She had tensed up again, standing motionlessly as her tits crept rapidly outward in all directions, spurting little jets of milk as they went. Becky had been well-endowed before, but if I hadn't seen Li Yang for myself, I would have said that she now sported the biggest pair on earth. Rich drops of white dripped from them, forming little puddles on the hardwood floor before the bar. Becky stopped shaking and looked down at her chest and screamed. She grabbed them and tried to push them back into her chest. "What's happening to me? What's going on?" Suddenly, a man rushed toward her from the crowd and grabbed her tit. Becky struggled to get away from him, but only ended up with her back against the bar. The man shoved his face into her breast and rubbed against them. Nobody made a move or a sound except for Becky, who screamed at him "Get away from me, you moron! Leave me alone!" He did not comply, but instead squatted down and pulled a nipple into his mouth and unzipped his fly. A small hard-on popped free, and he grabbed it and started stroking. Within seconds he came, spraying Becky's tits with his cum. She immediately went rigid again, practically bending backward over the bar. The man held on and kept sucking at her teat, refusing to release his hold. A second man came from the crowd and grabbed Becky's other tit, unzipping his fly and rubbing his stiff prick against the soft, warm flesh as he sucked her bulbous, dripping nipple. Becky shook wildly, and this triggered the second man's orgasm. He released a major load onto her quivering breast, but still didn't release her nipple from the embrace of his mouth. Suddenly, Becky's tits seemed to explode, pushing the two men onto their backs as they practically flew outward and downward. The first man was now on his knees, still sucking away, when the explosive growth halted as quickly as it had begun. "Oh my god," whispered Becky, "pressure... ahhhh..." Both men were flung back as Becky's nipples released jets of hot milk with the force of a firehose. Everyone standing in front of her was soaked thoroughly as the fluid flung outward by the gallon. Becky shrieked and shook her head from side to side, as if trying to awaken from a nightmare, but her mammoth mams wouldn't stop spraying everywhere. They were already growing again, although by this time she was too far gone to notice. They covered her entirely from her chest to her knees, and she held onto the bar to keep from being pulled down by their weight. The ordeal was weakening her; her knees began to buckled, and she ended up kneeling, her tits flopping audibly onto the floor. The weight was too much; she couldn't move. She sobbed, "What am I going to do? Somebody, please, help..." Nobody helped. Instead, several people from the crowd swarmed over her, sucking and kneading at her gigantic breasts as she squirmed helplessly and finally collapsed onto the floor on her back. Several men knelt next to her, rubbing their cocks against her tits. A heavy-set woman from the group stripped off her panties from under her skirt and straddled Becky's face, grinding her crotch against Becky's mouth and cheeks as she frantically tried to turn away. Another woman walked over and ripped the remaining tatters of Becky's dress away, revealing her naked bush. She thrust her face into it, greedily sucking and licking at Becky's cunt as she fingered her own wet slit. The men grinding against Becky's tits began to go off, showering her with gusher after gusher of cum. She went stiff again and shook wildly. I heard a door slam shut from somewhere behind me and out of sight. Becky's tits started growing again, and soon they covered so much of her that the woman eating her pussy had to hold them out of the way to avoid being suffocated. The woman straddling her face came off and got out of the way, replaced by a man who shoved his fat, stubby cock into Becky's mouth. It was almost as if instinct had kicked in now, and Becky sucked the cock as if she'd been paid hundreds to do it. She brought him off in no time. Geysers again erupted from her nipples, sending arcs of white several feet into the air, like she was some sort of flesh-and-blood fountain. She was covered with streaks of cum now, and still the crowd kept coming, fucking themselves silly against her shaking breasts. I suddenly heard a wail of sirens and saw blue and red lights playing about the room. "Shit," a voice whispered in my ear, "we got to go, and I mean now!" Something grabbed me by the hand and pulled me from the room toward the back door. The last thing I heard was Becky's muffled screams, and I turned around just long enough to see her breast-flesh creep mover her face. "This is the police," came a voice over a bullhorn, "Everybody stay right where you are!" Needless to say, I wasn't sticking around. Cam, still invisible, pulled me out the back door and into the yellow-lit street. (more to follow)