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Author's Note: all characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older*
"Alright, ladies, you're free to go," said the officer on duty.
The door of Chelsea and Lisa's cell rattled open and the two hypers were allowed to waddle out and dress themselves in clothes from the donation bin. Chelsea and Lisa's actual clothes had, of course, been completely destroyed during the surge incident that leveled much of the block.
"What, just like that?" asked Chelsea as she bounced to stuff her beachball-sized nuts into a pair of leggings with a hyper-pouch that looked like it might fit her. Her soft PAWG ass wobbled with each hop before falling all at once
shoop!
into the elastic fabric.
"Just like that," said the policewoman, unable to conceal her fascination with Chelsea's leg-sized member flopping up and down.
Hypers of all sizes often left clothes behind at the police station, which was fortunate because hypers leaving the police station were often in need of new clothes to replace the outfits they'd grown out of on their way in.
"Why are you letting us go?" asked Lisa.
Poor Lisa had spent the past three hours in a funk of despair repeating "I'm such a bad girl, I'm a bad girl!" over and over to herself.
"Someone paid your bail." The policewoman shrugged.
"But who?" asked Lisa. "My mom said she wouldn't be able to wire the money until tomorrow!"
"I think I have an idea," said Chelsea as she caught sight of Damien Benedict's valet Elmo waiting on the other side of the desk. There was no mistaking that hulking, gorilla-like physique anywhere.
The only thing Lisa could find to fit her was some kind of ballerina costume. Chelsea did her best not to laugh at the sight of the busty blonde flouncing around in a big, puffy tutu and pink leotard. The dose of Surge had completely flushed all the size suppressors out of Lisa's system, so she had twelve feet of flaccid cock to contend with and a pair of balls the size of watermelons. After trying her dick all different ways, she eventually ran it up between her tits so that it stuck out her collar. She wrapped it around her shoulders like a boa.
"How's it going, Elmo?" asked Chelsea as she waddled out from behind the desk. Her huge balls got caught in the narrow, wooden gate and the policewoman needed to give the stuck hyper a little kick in her plush booty to get her through.
Elmo, ever the man of few words, doffed his cap and bowed at the two hypers. He gestured for the pair to follow and led the way out of the station. The wooden doorframe creaked as he squeezed his broad shoulders through.
"You know that guy?" asked Lisa, peeking out from over Chelsea's shoulder.
"He works for my boss," said Chelsea. "He's cool. Doesn't say much."
"Where's he taking us?" asked Lisa.
"I hope it's a hotel," said Chelsea.
Lisa gave Chelsea a look.
"To sleep!" said Chelsea, blushing. "A hotel where we can sleep! I'm exhausted!"
But Elmo wasn't taking them to a hotel to sleep. He escorted the two motley-dressed hyper futas out to the street, where a long, black stretch-limo waited with its engine idling.
The rear window rolled down to reveal Damien's familiar, piggish face.
"Good morning, ladies," said Damien. "Need a lift?"
Lisa eyed the limousine suspiciously. "I don't know--"
"Yes!" said Chelsea, hurrying around the back to squeeze her huge package inside into the door on the opposite side.
"I saw what happened on the news," said Damien once the two hypers were squished into the seat opposite him.
"Oh, God." Lisa held her face in her hands.
"You ladies are lucky I just so happen to have made a sizable donation to the DA's reelection campaign," said Damien. "I was able to pull a few strings. All your charges have been dropped."
"You're kidding!" said Chelsea, leaning forward across the top of her bulge. "Ha ha!" she gave her right nut an exuberant slap, kicking her legs up and down in the cleavage between her nuts.
"That's so generous," said Lisa, gratefully.
"Think nothing of it my dear," said Damien. "Incidentally, I don't believe we've been introduced, miss...?"
"Goodb--er... just call me Lisa," said Lisa Goodballs.
"Enchente, Lisa," said Damien, leaning forward to kiss her hand. He couldn't actually reach her hand so Lisa had to awkwardly crawl forward until he could take her long, elegant fingers in his stubby palm.
"I really appreciate you breaking us out of jail," said Chelsea. "But I hope you're not expecting me to put on another show for you right now. I'm exhausted!"
"I don't suppose you could drop us back at my place so we can get some sleep?" asked Lisa.
Damien looked apologetic. "I'm sorry but, there's nothing left of the hyper home. Our beautiful miss Chelsea did too spectacular a job in destroying it, I'm afraid."
"Sorry, Lisa," said Chelsea, only just beginning to grasp the full repercussions of her lapse in control.
"It's not all your fault," said Lisa. "It was that awful Maddie! I told you she was a bad girl!"
"Ladies, please! You two lovely creatures have nothing to worry about!" said Damien. "Now that Chelsea's on my payroll, she's entitled to all the perks!"
"Woah, woah, woah. 'Payroll?'" asked Chelsea.
"Of course I'd be more than happy to put you and your partner up in a nice hotel while you search for a new place," said Damien.
"Oh, Lisa and I aren't--" Chelsea looked awkwardly at Lisa.
"That is to say we're not uh..." Lisa looked at Chelsea.
Damien smirked. "Well it sounds like you two have a lot to talk about," he said. "You will have plenty of time in your room at the Royal Garden Hotel."
"R-royal Garden?" stammered Lisa.