Richard's "big" day arrives at last, with fun for all...
(Note: this carries the "futa" tag, but at this stage it is a relatively minor appearance -- the seed of chapters yet to cum.)
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"Come on, Richard, today is the day!" shouted Sandy.
"I know, I know! Just got out of the shower," replied Richard. "You still haven't given me any details of what happens, though..."
"Nope, and I'm not going to until we get there. If I did, you'd never get your cock in the box: get packing!"
"I could get hard just from the anticipation."
"Don't make me get out the ice."
"Hmmm, ice..."
Sandy strode back into the bedroom, located the business end of Richard's cock, and began packing the prodigious length into the transport box. "Are you going to help, or just wait until I reel you in?" she asked.
"I dunno, feels good what you're doing." Richard grinned, but walked over and started handing Sandy trays as she packed each level with his cock. He finished dressing, and sat down in his wheelchair. It still boggled him that he was probably the only man on the planet who actually needed a wheelchair to leave his home, solely due to the size of his dick. The transport box slid under his seat, and the foot rests swung into position in front. A lap blanket covered the several feet of penis that did not fit in the box, which connected his crotch to the box like a particularly fat umbilical.
Out the door of the condo, down the elevator to the garage, and into the special wheelchair-accessible van. The chair locked down in the middle of the van, immediately behind the front seats. Richard had an idea: the front passenger seat could rotate. He turned the seat back, moved into it, and returned it to face forward.
"Look! I have enough slack now to sit in front!" He was quite pleased with himself -- another minor problem solved. Sandy just looked, and shrugged. "OK, let's go."
She drove them out of the city, into an industrial area on the outskirts.
"Can you tell me where we're going?"
"Not a place we've been before, but it does belong to BIG," Sandy replied.
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After a while, she pulled into the parking lot of a large building, apparently an anonymous warehouse. The lot was full of cars, but there was a handicapped space near the door. Sandy parked, helped Richard back into his wheelchair, and out of the van. She held the door of the building open as he wheeled inside...
To dozens of people (over a hundred?) in a vast space, all standing and applauding him. He was surprised and speechless. Sandy leaned down, talking directly into his ear to be heard over the tumult "This is the last stage of the clinical trial. They are all here for you, and you are here for
all
of them."
"Yes. The ATWT trial." Richard drew in a sharp breath.
[
ATWT
-- "all the way through". This new treatment uses gene therapy techniques to induce a customer's body to grow an extension from the rectum deep into the body, forked off from the normal connection to the colon. The extension grows through the body until it connects with the esophagus, forming a new sphincter muscle at each end, carrying and expanding clitoral sensory tissues with it. The final result gives the subject a long tract extending from the anus to the mouth, capable of accommodating an
enormously
long penis (i.e., an increasing number of BIG's customers), while making such an experience
intensely
pleasurable to the recipient. Called by some the "whole body vagina" or "full body vagina" (WBV or FBV)]
"We are here today..." Sandy said, drawing it out, "One, to measure you at full erection..."
"And two?"
"Two, for all of these women to experience ATWT. Together. At the same time. With you. To validate the treatment on behalf of BIG."
"Well, then!" said Richard, standing, "we better get me out of the box before I burst out of it. Not kidding! And I think we should do those in the opposite order."
Working quickly, they unloaded all eight layers of the box at the far end of the long building (each layer holding about 18 feet of manhood, folded into six three-foot-long channels). A three-foot-wide strip of carpet ran from one end of the room to the other on the cement floor. At the end of the carpet was a place set up for him, with a low chair, gallons of water and beverages, food, and lube.
"Go right up next to the wall. We want to make sure we don't run out of room." Sandy waved to the photographers and videographers who were milling around, signaling them that things were about to start.
Roberta appeared at his side, as if from nowhere. She already had his cuff in one hand, and the far end of his cock in her other. "Ready to do this, big guy?"
"Oh, hey! Yeah, how do we start this?"
"Like this." She slapped the cuff onto his cock, quickly stroked it to an erection of about four feet, and waved it over her head. "
OK, WHO'S FIRST?
" she shouted. A young woman pushed her way through the crowd.
"I am! I'm Angela. We had a lottery to see who got to be first." She quickly stripped off all her clothing.
"OK then! Which way do you want to go, head first or butt first?"
"Head first! I was to see
every inch
of that unbelievable cock as it goes through me."
Angela turned to Richard. They were silent for a moment, then Roberta broke in "OK, I know, this is awkward, you just met and you're immediately going to have the orgy of the century. But we have to keep moving or we're all going to be here for days. Are you ready, Angela?"
"I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life."
"OK then! Richard, feed her!"
Richard and Angela looked at each other, shrugged, and Richard took his cock back from Roberta. He shifted the cuff farther down his cock, providing about five feet of solid erection.
"Are you ready?" Angela responded by grabbing the huge tube from him, opening her mouth impossibly wide, and slowly forcing his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She sank to her knees as more and more of his stiff pole disappeared into her face. Eventually, Richard's glans emerged from her ass.
"There's number one!" shouted Roberta. Richard looked up, and saw that Sandy was holding a clipboard, noting down data, while the photographers and videographers captured the event for posterity. Or advertising. Or both. They all looked down at Angela.
"How are you feeling? Everything OK?"
Angela, of course, could not speak, or even nod, but gave them a "thumbs up."
Roberta opined "You know, its hard to tell when her faced is stretched like that, but I think that expression is sheer ecstasy." Angela agreed.
Richard opined "You know, I think we all need to learn sign language..."
Sandy shifted the cuff another five feet farther along Richard's cock. "
NEXT!
