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E+ Club 2/2
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E+ CLUB
Cheyenne Chaste Moon
Trolley smiled amused, tenderly wiped the sweat and tears
off Richie's face, and gingerly kissed his lips. "Sorry, Deary.
But I don't go all the way on a first date," she commented wryly.
"Besides...I'm a man," she commented with a most sarcastic grin.
"Please..." Richie implored weakly.
"Sorry, Deary," she answered with a shake of her head. She
then leaned over and kissed him again, and gently stroked his
cheek. "I had fun, though," she informed him. She then turned
and addressed another big busted babe. "He's all your's, Doc."
The room quickly emptied, except for Richard, who couldn't
leave, and Doc. Doc was a medical researcher, and she looked the
part. She had ivory skin, as if she was always cloistered away
somewhere and never outside, and wore round, thick glasses at the
end of her nose, and her raven hair was pulled back into a tight
bun. Her breasts, however, seemed much more assertive. They
were high and reached out enticingly, as if yearning for some fun
which they never, or, at least, very seldom received.
She proceeded to set up a small tent-like structure around
his aching effector, then wheeled to his side a cart full of very
painful looking instruments. Richard didn't like the
implications of this one bit. Doc snapped on a pair of rubber
surgical gloves, and tied on a face mask. "What...what are you
gonna do?" Richard stammered, deathly afraid of hearing the
answer.
"You'll know soon enough," was the reply.
Whatever it was she was doing, it was excruciating. Richard
was sure he was being castrated...or worse. And without an
anesthetic. It felt as if his balls were being barbecued, and
his dick was being peeled like a banana. He withered in agony
for many minutes, then finally fell into unconsciousness.
When he awoke he was immediately aware of two things.
First; an insatiable sexual desire was upon him. A desire a
hundred times more powerful than he had ever felt. His sex tool
was engorged, throbbing, and demanding satisfaction. Second; he
was no longer strapped to the table, it's prisoner.
When he reached for his organ to relieve it's quite painful
insistence, he discovered something terrifying. He rolled off
the table and stumbled about, finally getting his balance. What
had they done to him?! It was as if his life had suddenly become
a living nightmare. His eyes stared at his hot, throbbing
member. His hands slowly reached out to confirm what his eyes
were seeing. Yes. It was real. It was him. His dick had
become a monster. It was poking straight out from him, erect,
and yearning for...no...it was DEMANDING pleasure. And it was
five feet long and ten inches in diameter. And his balls...
They looked like basketballs, and hung past his knees.
He stumbled about the room in a panic, not knowing what to
do, where to go, or how to get relief for his mounting urges,
which his gigantic, throbbing dick excruciatingly demanded. He
finally tried stroking his enormous staff, but that offered
absolutely no relief. He needed a woman! He needed a woman
bad!! But, he knew there was no woman on earth who could take
him now. He screamed out in frustration.
Hours later, he lay on the floor, whimpering like a scared
puppy. His gargantuan phallus still stood rigid, pulsating
powerfully, demanding desperately some relief which would never
come.
The door opened and Bruiser walked in. The Amazon smiled
delightfully at the sight of the colossal prick standing before
her. She stooped down and hugged the monstrous organ, caressing
it between her voluminous hooters, and gently kissed it. Rich
moaned deliriously at her touch, and his body shook
spasmodically. Bruiser laughed heartily, then, for a moment,
worked her tender jugs up and down his gargantuan cock. Rich
bucked wildly, and thrashed about in a fit of uncontrollable
emotions, his entire body bouncing dangerously against the floor.
Bruiser stopped and stood back up, amused at the display.
"Please..." Rich beseeched, barely audible.
"The Governess wishes to address you." With that, she bent
down, grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet, then pulled his
arms behind him and handcuffed them. She then, much to the
surprise of Richard, attached a chain leash to a ring which was
in the septum of his nose.
He had not noticed the ring before, and he didn't much like
it, but he didn't say a word. What could he say? It was
actually the most agreeable thing they had done to him. He had
been turned into a giant prick. What difference did a nose ring
make now? He conceded to the fact that he was now a prisoner,
unable to do anything except for what the members of the E+ Club
demanded. Even if he did manage to get free, he couldn't very
well leave. He was a monster. He was nothing more than a giant,
walking penis with an unquenchable appetite.
Bruiser lead him by the chain. The bulk of his oversized
organs made it extremely difficult to walk, and the constant
tension kept on his leash, and the uselessness of his arms made
it even more difficult. He stumbled frequently at first,
painfully yanking the ring in his nose, and smashing the head of
his outrageous dick into the floor or the walls. But, he
succeeded in reaching their destination without serious injury.
They entered through the rear door of the meeting hall. All
twenty of the chapter members were present and waiting patiently
in their seats. In front of the group was a lectern, and behind
the lectern stood the chapter Governess, Molly Certette. Not far
to her right stood Sherman and Bobby Jo.
The three exchanged piteous glances. His two best friends,
like himself, had been captured and transformed into bizarre
creations.
Sherman's cock had been enlarged also, though not to the
dimensions of Richard's. His was now an envious ten inches long.
The perfect size, thought Richard. But that's where Richard's
envy ended, for the rest of Sherman's body had been feminized.
He bore a striking resemblance to that flaxen haired beauty,
Trolley. Sherman now had long, curvaceous legs, wide hips, a
firm, round butt, an astonishingly narrow waist, and enormous
tits, which would need a size 36-GG bra.
Bobby Jo had fared no better. Whereas she didn't have a
prick to get enlarged, she did have a pair of tits. And now
those tits, which she had often wished were larger, were exactly
that. In fact, they, like Richard's dick, were of a horrific
size, and even more so. They were by far the largest tits on the
face of the earth! They were round, and soft, with beautiful
pink areolas, and unbelievable nipples. They rested on the
floor, stretching out seven feet in front of her, and were nearly
as tall as Bobby Jo herself. Richard could just barely see her
eyes peering sadly over the mountains of flesh. Bobby Jo's body
now consisted only of her head, her tits, and her legs. She no
longer had arms, or a torso to speak of. She was, quite frankly,
nothing more than a walking, talking pair of gargantuan boobs.
Richard felt sorry for his friends, but was glad he was not
suffering alone. Nor did he wish to trade places with either of
his friends. He felt rather lucky, compared to his friends.
Bruiser lead him to the front of the room, stood him beside his
cohorts, then, as she had done with his friends, attached his
leash to a hook in the ceiling.
The three stood silently, too scared to speak, and stared
out at the room filled with nude, gorgeous, huge breasted women.
The forty boobs stared back laughingly.
"Last night," Richard's stepmother began, "these three
criminals were captured. And, having confessed their crimes,
were punished. This meeting was called to determine the future
of our prisoners. Please mark your ballots, then pass then to
our sergeant-at-arms."
The forty bodacious boobs studied the three sexual
aberrations, then the ladies made their votes, and minutes later,
when the ballots were counted, the majority had decided to give
the prisoners their freedom. After all, they were just college
kids out having some fun. Bruiser removed the leashes, then
unlocked the two pairs of handcuffs. The scared, confused trio
stood there, unsure of what to do.
Richard slowly waddled his bulk to his stepmother's side,
causing the room of women to giggle at his sight. "Stepmother?"
he hushed.
"Yes, Richie?"
"Does that mean...that...we're going to be changed back
now?" he squeaked hesitantly.
"Changed back? Why, whatever are you talking about, Dear?"
Richard glanced back at his friends, then reached out and
held his mighty member. "This," he explained. "You're not going
to leave us like this...are you?"
"But of course, Dear. Don't be silly. The three of you
were criminals, and that was your punishment. Even I, a
Governess of the E+ Club, cannot overturn a punishment. Only our
Queen may do that. Now run along, Dear. Nonmembers are not
allowed in here."
Richie glanced back at his friends. Though they never said
a word, he knew what they were thinking. It was in their eyes,
and it was the same thing he was thinking. "Please, Stepmother.
Please do not make us go outside. We do not wish to be see like
this."
"But we have all seen you, Dear," his stepmother reminded.
"Please, Stepmother. Please let us stay," he begged.
"This is most unusual." The Governess thought for a moment.
"Very well, Richie. You and your friends may wait in the game
room while we discuss the matter."
While Richard toddle slowly, Sherman, who had no trouble
walking, helped Bobby Jo. She walked best by going backward and
dragging her colossal mounds, and she had trouble traversing the
doorway, as she had all the doorways when Bruiser brought her to
the meeting hall. First, she slowly turned and faced the open
door, then pushed and shoved one of her massive tits though the
door frame, then pulled and tugged until her other tit squeezed
through. The large double doors to the game room offered her a
brief furlough from the no longer simple task.
There they waited, staring at one another with sympathetic
grief, for well over an hour. Finally, Bruiser came to usher
them back into the meeting hall. Once more Bobby Jo struggled
torturously with the normal width of the doorways.
The three returned to the front of the room. Molly
Certette, stepmother of Richard Certette, turned toward her
stepson and announced the results of his request. "We, the
entire membership of the eleventh chapter of the E+ Club, have
debated your request, and we have telephoned numerous other
chapters, asking for their input, and we have telephoned our
Queen. And, by a unanimous vote from this membership, and by
approval from the Queen, we have decided to allow you to remain
here. Provided, of course, that this is what you truly wish to
do."
"Yes. it is, stepmother. We do not wish to leave looking as
we do," Richard answered for the three of them.
"So be it then." The Governess snapped her finger.
"Sergeant."
Bruiser snapped from her seat, stepped to the three figures,
clipped the leashes back to their nose rings and attached them to
the ceiling, then snapped the handcuffs back on Richie and
Sherman, in essence, making them as armless as Bobby Jo.
The Governess stepped in front of the three sexual
aberrations, spread her legs, placed her hands on her hips,
thrust out her auspicious chest, and stared at the amusing sight
before her. "The three of you are now the property of the E+
Club," she declared. The chapter members cheered. "You are now
merely objects to be used as the sorority wishes. And, being
nothing but things, you will not speak or do anything, unless
instructed. Is that clear?"
"Yes...yes, Stepmother," Richard mumbled.
"Yes, Misses Certette," Sherman and Bobby Jo replied.
"Good. The three of you, from this moment on, will address
me as Governess, and you will address the other sisters as
Mistress."
"Yes, Governess," the trio replied in unison.
The Governess stepped in front of her stepson, straddling
his huge, throbbing, erect effector, and smiled. The huge
breasted woman then lowered herself on his mammoth rod and slowly
slid her warm, glistening cunt forward and back along the entire
length of his monstrous organ. Richard whimpered and danced
about frenziedly. The hundred fold sensation was uncontrollable.
His Governess continued riding him, going faster and faster, then
slower, then faster again. It was as if he was nothing but a
cock. He had no other emotions, no other thoughts. He was a
cock! He had been physically turned into a cock, and now he was
emotionally a cock. He was a gigantic, horny cock which need to
fuck something, anything, everything. He wanted to screw every
juicy cunt in the room. He needed to fuck every pair of
exquisite breasts. He could barely hold back the urge to ravage
everything in sight. He needed to be buried in female flesh. He
needed to have the forty plump, undulating breasts to massage
him, to stroke him roughly, soothingly, passionately...and
forever, nonstop. Had he not been tethered by his leash he
surely would have gone on a rampage.
His stepmother stood back up, smiling delightfully. "From
this moment on you will answer to, and be know as, Dick...for
that is what you are. Is that understood, Dick?"
"Yes, Governess," Dick squeaked, barely able to speak,
barely able to concentrate on anything except the yearning for
his Governess to continue with her sensuous riding of him.
The Governess stepped in front of Sherman, reached out and
gripped his hot, pulsating organ and softly began caressing it.
Sherman moaned heatedly, rotating his hips. The Governess then,
with her free hand, reached up and playfully kneaded his left
boob, and tenderly kissed his right sensitive nipple. Sherman
shuddered violently as a sensation never before felt flourished
from his breasts. The Governess licked his nipples and tickled
his watermelon mounds with her soft, knowing fingers. The
combination of having his dick and tits fondled was unbelievable!
He never dreamt having breasts could be so enjoyable! He was
sure he was going to relish this, even if he did look freakish.
The Governess nibbled his erect, sultry nipples, and suckled
ardently, drinking of the tasty milk which flowed from his firm,
overflowing jugs. It felt fabulous! It felt incredible! He
loved being suckled! He loved his new tits, and was glad they
had been thrust upon him. The Governess stopped when Sherman was
right on the verge of a climax, and he wanted to scream for her
to finish the job, and continue sucking his generous mounds, but
could not. He was just a thing; property of the E+ Club, and
could do nothing save for what his owners wished. The Governess
smiled pleasingly. "From this moment on, you will answer to, and
be known as, She-Man...for that is what you are. Is that
understood, She-Man?"
"Yes, Governess," he moaned deliriously. How he yearned to
be unchained; to be a person again. He would have gone wild,
humping all the delicious cunts in the room and sucking all the
fabulous tits, and having his own tits suckled. Especially have
his own tits suckled.
She then stepped before Bobby Jo, unhooked her leash, hugged
her immense tits and began to caress them, using her entire body.
She kissed them passionately, and embraced them with her own huge
jugs. Bobby Jo collapsed to the floor. Her entire body
trembled. The joy of having big boobs was everything she ever
dreamt it would be. Wondrous sensations swirled over her,
enveloped her, penetrated her. The fondling she was receiving
made her forget entirely about the negative aspects of her
dilemma. Waves and waves of sensations cascaded over her. She
laid on her back, between her mountainous boobs, withering
uncontrollably, incoherent with passion, hungry for more
caressing, desiring to be suckled. The erotic pleasure was so
overwhelming, she could think of nothing else. Every nerve in
her body tingled with ecstatic sex. The Governess climbed atop
one of her mountainous mounds, spread her thighs and slid one of
Bobby Jo's prodigious, six-inch, erect nipples into her hot,
damp, exciting cunt. They both cried out with pleasure and the
Governess sensuously rotated her hips. And they both climaxed
simultaneously with a multitude of delirious emotions.
Molly Certette switched to the other giant nipple and rode
it to a multiple orgasm for the both of them. It was a dozen
orgasms later that the love making came to an end, with both of
them weak and exhausted, heaving deeply, and glistening with
sweat.
The Governess wiped her forehead, smiled pleasantly at her
extraordinary lover, then tenderly kissed the young woman's
passionate lips. "You, my lovely, exquisite creature, from this
moment on will answer to, and be known as, Boobies...for that is
what you are."
"Yes, Governess," Boobies replied breathlessly, very, very
pleased with her new name, her new position, her new existence.
She was delighted to be nothing more than a pair of giant boobs.
She was sure it would open a glorious world of new experiences
and wondrous sensations she would otherwise never have known.
She wanted never to return to her old breastless self, and wished
to remain a pair of giant breasts forever. She wished to be
intoxicatingly enraptured by her Governess, as she had just been.
And then she wanted the other beautiful women in the room to do
the same. She wanted two to make love to her at once. She
wanted a hot, juicy pussy to swallow each of her nipples. She
wanted the rapture to be never-ending. The Governess, having
recouped from her fun, stepped back from the club's new
acquisitions and addressed them all once again. "The three of
you are to be showcased at our annual national gala in five
months, after which, you will go on a one month loan to all
twelve sorority chapters. At the end of that year, Dick and She-
Man will return here, while Boobies will become the mascot of the
E+ Club, and adorn the foyer of the Bountiful Mammary Museum at
the National Hall."
Molly Certette then turned to face her constituency.
"Sisters. I have some information which I would like to share."
The group listened intently. "During my private conversation
with our Queen, she imparted to me that in five years time,
should they behave themselves, these three shall be allowed
membership into our sorority." The twenty large breasted women
applauded in agreement.
Dick's Governess twirled to face him. "Of course, Dick...
we'll give you a nice, beautiful pair of boobs. Something
similar to She-Man's." Dick glanced at his friend. He certa
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