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Bashir's Big Adventure (mm, giant)
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DR. BASHIR'S BIG ADVENTURE
by Martin
Quark was almost ready to close for the evening when Dr. Julian Bashir
walked in the bar. He had just been turned down by Jadzia Dax for what
seemed like the millionth time, and she hadn't taken great pains to spare his
feelings. Quark thought that the doctor might trip on the edges of his own
frown.
"Ah, Doctor! What can I do for you this evening?"
"Gin and tonic, Quark. Tanqueray."
The Ferengi reached under the bar to dial up the drink. "You look a bit
under the weather, Dr. Bashir. Want to talk about it?" Quark was practicing
his skills as a sympathetic ear. He had the ear part down, but for some
reason he wasn't able to convince anyone of the sympathy.
Julian sighed. Quark recognized the sound instantly.
"Ah! The sigh of unrequited love."
Julian shrugged, looking even more glum. "That's just it. Is it love? She
won't give me a chance! Maybe I just want to sleep with her. Who knows?"
Quark shook his head. "Not you, it seems. You really should figure this
out for yourself before bothering Lt. Dax again."
The doctor didn't even pretend to be surprised that Quark had figured out
the object of his affection. He realized he'd been acting the fool since
meeting the beautiful Trill woman who had once been a man. All he said was:
"How?"
The Ferengi chuckled. "Rent one of my holosuites, of course. I've got the
physical attributes and biological profiles of everyone on this station
--cha! almost everyone in Starfleet--programmed into the computer. You can
program up Lt. Dax and, well, do whatever you want."
This time, Julian did pretend to be surprised. "Quark, that's unethical!
In fact, I think it's illegal."
"Moi? Do something illegal? Don't be ridiculous. Besides, you'd never
prove it. So what do you say?"
*#*
Julian entered the holosuite and looked around. He didn't know why he'd
agreed to this. Desperation, he supposed. The door closed behind him,
leaving the doctor undisturbed with his thoughts. Quark was leaving the bar
for the night, and had made Julian promise to lock up when he was finished,
if he was done before morning.
Julian sighed again. "Computer?"
*#*
The Cardassian spy unlatched the cover to the computer panel and peeked
inside. Just as he'd hoped, he'd have access to the station's entire system
from this remote location. Nobody would ever find him.
As he worked to splice his way into the works, he accidentally touched his
calipers to the wrong microchip. Sparks alerted him to his mistake, and he
was able to sabotage the alarms before they went off. "Merdosjh!" Now what
had he done?
After a moment's looking, he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd merely crossed
some wires in the holosuites. Nobody should be there at this hour and the
damage would probably go unnoticed until morning. By that time, he'd be long
gone.
The Cardassian smiled to himself, and continued his work.
*#*
Dr. Bashir was looking at a replica of Jadzia Dax when the lights in the
holosuite went out. The replica was fully clothed and motionless, and Julian
hadn't been about to touch it. It seemed wrong, somehow. He couldn't decide
what to do. The sudden darkness decided for him.
"Computer, lights, please."
The computer chirped, but the lights didn't go on.
What the hell? "Computer!"
A faint chirp.
Damn. "This is a giant pain in the ass! I'll have to report this to
Commander Sisko." The frustration of the day catching up with him.
The computer chimed again. "W-w-work-working. Please clarify this term,"
it said, then Julian heard his own voice, which had apparently been recorded
for reference, saying, "Th-this is a g-giant...is a giant p--...this is
giant....tell Sisko...giant...giant...giant Sisko..."
Julian sighed. "Computer, you're in some sort of feedback loop, run level
one diagnos--" That's as far as he got. Then the lights came on.
The doctor screamed.
*#*
Fifteen seconds before Julian's yells echoed off the holosuite walls, Quark
was almost ready to go to bed, when he thought of Dr. Bashir again. Poor
guy, he thought, in a rare empathetic twinge. He knew just how the doctor
felt. Quark himself had struck out with Lt. Dax on any number of occasions.
"Computer?"
"Working."
"What's the location of Dr. Bashir?
"Dr. Bashir is in Holosuite Two."
"Connect me with the holosuite computer."
There was a pause, then the holosuite computer said, "W-working." Quark
didn't notice the slight stutter.
"Computer, give Dr. Bashir an erotic fantasy based loosely on whatever
programming he gave you." It didn't occur to Quark for an instant that
Julian had actually programmed a sexual encounter. The good doctor was far
too moral.
The computer beeped in acknowledgment.
*#*
Bashir tried to calm himself at once. This is just a small programming
error, he thought. I'll just talk to the computer and it will open the door
and let me out.
The computer, however, did no such thing. It didn't respond at all, even
when he asked it to sound the alarm.
What if I'm not in the holosuite anymore? What if this is...real?
Julian did his best to put such thoughts out of his head. That was
impossible. That was horrifying.
He forced himself to look around again. He was sitting on the edge of a
huge desk. It was Commander Sisko's desk, he was sure of it. The hologram
of the commander's late wife was here, along with some other distinctive
items. Julian's problem was that the hologram, which was about eight inches
tall, stood two heads taller than he was! Everything was GIGANTIC!
Everything, except for Julian, of course. Julian seemed to be six inches
tall.
"This is impossible," said the doctor out loud. "Just impossible."
To make matters worse, he was not only six inches tall, sitting on his
commander's desk, he was also naked. He had realized that when he tried to
hit his com badge. Naked as the day he was born. If he still was in the
holosuite, the computer must have beamed his clothes right off his body. If
he wasn't...
But the time for that consideration had passed. With a loud swish, the door
to the office opened. Benjamin Sisko, commander of Deep Space Nine and
seventy-five foot giant strode into the room with his characteristic long
stride.
It's going to be a long night, thought Julian.
Commander Sisko crossed the room toward this desk, which didn't actually
quake beneath Dr. Bashir from the giant commander's footsteps, but he thought
it might as well have. Too late, it occurred to him to hide, and let this
holosuite fantasy, if it was a holosuite fantasy, run its course.
"JULIAN!!!" The voice, raised in surprise, almost deafened the tiny doctor.
He moved to cover his ears, but that was no longer necessary. Benjamin
Sisko squatted and stared at Dr. Bashir in awe. He said, much more quietly,
"Julian, what happened to you?"
What could the doctor say? He shrugged his shoulders while trying to cover
himself under the giant's gaze.
"Who did this to you?"
"I don't know, sir. I was in a..." Should he tell the commander he thought
he was in a holosuite program? How would a holosuite simulacrum take it if
he were informed of his true nature?
"You were in what?" asked Sisko. He put a large, dark hand on the desk on
either side of Julian and left them there, surrounding him.
What choice did he have? "A holosuite, sir."
Sisko didn't get it. "A holosuite did this to you? I'd better call Dax."
The thought of Dax looming over him was too much for Julian. "Uh, no,
Commander, please don't" Despite his best efforts, he began to get an
erection. He did his best to hide it behind his hand, but Benjamin's large
eyes noticed much.
"Okay, little guy, don't worry. I'll take care of everything."
The commander's sudden change of tone startled Julian onto his feet.
Gigantic hands still rested on either side of him, and Julian was beginning
to feel trapped.
"What will you do, Commander?"
Benjamin chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll like it." With that, he scooped
up Julian in his hands and held him under his face.
Resting in the giant's hands, Julian was petrified. Worse, he still had a
raging erection from the thought of Jadzia. He noticed Sisko staring at it.
Did the commander think that he, Julian, was turned on by him?
"Commander, please, put me down, sir!"
"I like it when you call me `'sir,' Julian. Please keep doing it." With
that, he transferred the little man to his left hand and began to probe the
squirming body with his right.
"Stop it!" Julian yelled. The fingers didn't stop. They ran the length of
his body, paying special attention to his hard cock.
"You have a great body, Julian." said Sisko.
Julian wanted to cry.
"Do you want to see mine?"
"Please put me down!" yelled the doctor.
Benjamin laughed softly as he rubbed one huge finger across Julian's tight
butt. His fingernail probed the tiny crack, lingering at the hole. "You
mean, `Put me down, SIR,' don't you?"
Julian sighed. "Put me down, sir," he said.
"No."
It was difficult to take off his Starfleet uniform with Julian in his hand,
but Sisko managed to do it. Within a minute, he was naked, sitting on the
floor with his back against the desk. Julian couldn't believe his eyes. As
his physician, he'd seen Sisko naked before, of course. But from this
vantage--the enormous brown body, perfectly muscled, stretching out under
him--it was something he'd never imagined. Sitting in the commander's hand,
Julian had time to realize that Sisko's penis was erect and absolutely huge
before he spoke again.
"Julian, I'm not going to hurt you, but you will do what I say. We'll have
a great time together, and then maybe I'll give you to Dax and she can help
you get back to normal. Okay?"
The doctor shook his head mutely. "No," he said, almost too softly for
Benjamin to hear.
Benjamin brought the little man to his face. "Yes," he whispered, looking
at Julian sweetly, "so get used to it." Sisko's giant tongue darted out,
burying itself in Julian's crotch. The tiny doctor started to yell in
fright, but the shout turned into something else....a moan.
"You like this," said Sisko. It was not a question.
Julian watched the huge, slimy tongue manipulate his relatively smaller
penis. Julian closed his eyes. He was realizing very quickly that he DID
like it. The commander's behavior had made it obvious that he was still in
the holosuite. The real Sisko would never behave like this. With his eyes
closed--and thoughts of real-world consequences of out of thoughts--it was
easy to just sit back and enjoy the sensation. Who would know?
The pleasurable feeling built. Julian was close to cumming. He was
momentarily confused. He never climaxed so quickly. But here it was. His
load sprayed out across the commander's tongue. The giant swallowed it with
a smile.
"You liked that," said Sisko. "Admit it."
Julian didn't want to admit anything. Homosexuality was no longer
stigmatized as it had been in human history and other civilization's pasts,
but Julian's mindset had been that of a heterosexual. A heterosexual in
control. Or so he thought. Being a giant man's sexual plaything was taking a
while to sink in.
But Sisko wasn't going to wait. His hand closed around the tiny doctor so
that only Julian's head was free. "Admit it!"
Instead, something else occurred to Julian. "Computer!"
No response from that end.
Benjamin laughed. "You think you're still in the holosuite, don't you?"
Julian didn't answer him. "Computer, sound alarm!" Nothing but a giant's
laughter in answer.
"You can't get away, Julian." said Sisko softly. "And I'm not going to let
you go until you admit you liked what I just did to you."
"All right, you big asshole! I liked it! Okay? I liked it! Now let me
go!"
Benjamin seemed to find this amusing, but didn't loosen his grip. "Let you
go, what?"
Julian inhaled as deeply as the fingers crushing his lungs would let him.
"Let me go, sir," he said.
Sisko smiled and opened his hand, turning it over. Julian's little body
tumbled down onto the wide chest below him and rolled over the foothills of
the commander's rippling abs. Sisko was sitting up straight, and his body
was not providing much of an angle for a gradual descent. Julian knew he'd
slam into the floor, perhaps injuring himself seriously, if he didn't--
The giant's tightly-coiled pubic hair flashed by. The doctor reached out
and grabbed a tuft of it. His arms screamed with the strain, but he managed
a jerking stop. Looking around, he realized he was right at the base of
Sisko's enormous dick, which stood straight out from the giant's body,
directly between the huge, spread legs.
Julian was only about four feet from the floor. While Benjamin watched,
amused, the little man used the base of the giant cock to lower himself the
rest of the way.
The metallic tile beneath his feet was cold; Chief O'Brien had been trying
to adjust the Cardassian climate control for almost a year and had not gotten
very far. Gradually, Julian shifted attention from his feet to the room
around him, or what little of it he could see. Sisko's gigantic dark body
surrounded him on three sides--four, really, if he counted the erect cock
towering over his head. From behind the mammoth phallus, Benjamin's face
gazed calmly down at him.
I can't get away, thought the shivering little man. I hope to God they
realize I'm trapped in here soon. Of course, they wouldn't. Bashir wasn't
due on duty until noon the following day, and who would think to look for him
before that? Quark knew where he was, but the Ferengi never bothered
customers in an active holosuite. It was bad for business. If they stayed
in for too long, he just charged for extra time.
Julian's choices were limited. He could either spend the next twelve hours
as a sexual toy to a tireless holographic giant or he could try to get away
and hope that the holosuite's computer had not endowed said giant with
supernatural intelligence. If he could somehow get Sisko's mind off of him.
"Commander!"
"Yes, little one?" Benjamin's soft brown eyes swept over him, moments
before his hand grabbed him again, lifting him to chest level.
"I have to tell you something! How this happened to me!"
Sisko chuckled. "You think you're in a holosuite."
"No,, I don't, uh, sir. I just wanted to protect you from the truth."
"Oh? Then what's the truth?"
Julian thought fast. What was the one place on the station he knew better
than his commanding officer?
"It was an experiment. In my office. I didn't want you to know that it was
running and might affect the rest of the crew. It's stopped now--the timer
ran out--but it may have affected others."
"Oh?" said Sisko again.
"Yes. If I can get down there, I can reverse it."
"Your accent is adorable, Julian."
"WHAT?!"
"You really are so cute at this size. I couldn't possibly allow you to
regain your normal height until I'm through with you."
The doctor thought he was going to either scream, laugh, or cry. Was this
what hysteria felt like?
"Please, Commander...Benjamin..."
The hand tightened. "What did I tell you to call me?"
"I meant sir! Please, sir, before it's too late!"
The hand tightened some more and Julian saw stars. Holodecks in general
were programmed not to cause harm, but the little doctor thought that this
one may have malfunctioned--or it was possible, being a Cardassian machine,
that it had never contained such a fail-safe. Julian inhaled shallowly, but
the air was forced from his lungs by the pressure. Was this his last breath?
It wasn't. The hand opened again and, too weak to grab for pubic hair on
the way down, Julian fell head-over-heels down Benjamin's taut body onto the
floor. Sisko then stood up, placing one shuttle-sized foot on either side of
his tiny companion. The doctor looked up, past the dangling cock, at the
handsome, stern face above.
"Doctor...Julian...I give the orders around here. There may be something to
what you say, but we aren't going to investigate this medical experiment of
yours until I am ready, is that understood?"
Julian gulped. "Yes ... sir."
The giant put his hands on his knees and bent over to get a closer look.
"Good. Now this scene has taken far too much effort on my part. you'd
think you weren't glad to be here with me. You are, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
Benjamin smiled. "Of course you are. Now, I want you to prove it."
Julian knew when he was beaten. How had he hoped to get the upper hand
here? "How can I prove it, sir?"
"Why, Julian, I want you to prove it to my feet. The floor's awfully cold.
Why don't you see if you can warm them up?"
The doctor moved sluggishly toward Sisko's left foot. It was easily twice
as long as he was tall and perfectly formed. The toenails were well trimmed,
but there was a faint odor of sweat from being confined to a Starfleet-issue
boot. Thinking what a realistic hologram this was, Julian climbed aboard the
monster foot. He looked up at Sisko's face for further orders.
"Go ahead, little one. Kiss it. Rub your hard little cock all over my
foot."
Julian was about to protest that his cock may at the moment be little, but
it certainly wasn't hard. Unfortunately he noticed then that it most
certainly was. Swallowing the last ounce of his resistance, he complied with
the giant commander's wishes. He started with the toes, thrusting his dick
into the space between two of them. He rubbed the foot randomly with his
hands, kissed it randomly with his lips, all the while seeking a positive
response.
The giant above him moaned. Could a holosuite program feel pleasure? This
one certainly seemed to. Julian heard a splatter of liquid behind him and
turned around in time to see a second immense drop of pre-cum hit the metal
floor. Above, Benjamin's cock was leaking freely.
He reacts this strongly to foot manipulation? Bashir marveled. Either
Sisko's psychological profile as read by the holosuite computer revealed an
extremely sensitive, sensual man, or the program itself was overdoing things.
Then again, Julian's own body was reacting far strongly and quickly than it
usually did. If he hadn't come before, he certainly would have done so all
over the commander's big toe. In fact, another climax seemed to be building.
Were there sexual pheromones in the air? Aphrodisiacs?
The very moment before Julian came a second time, he felt a pressure around
his waist. Benjamin had picked him up with two fingers, and he was ascending
at turbolift speed back to the giant's face.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, little one." Sisko smiled.
What else could he say? "Yes, sir." It wasn't a lie, either.
"Good." The hand descended again until Julian was at a level with Sisko's
colossal log of a penis. He needed only slight prompting to climb onto it,
straddling it with his entire body. Benjamin bent his legs slightly until
his cock was resting full-length on his desk. The doctor knew what he had to
do. Propping his feet on the desk surface (they barely reached around
Sisko's monster), he rubbed his arms and ass back and forth on the smooth
brown skin. Benjamin's face smiled down on him like the sun on a spring day
as both of them became aroused to the point of no return.
Julian came first, his reduced semen erupting over Sisko's cock head.
Benjamin gently ushered the spent man off of his dick and raised himself to
his full height. Looking up, he saw the giant stroking himself furiously.
In less than ten seconds, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his
sizable load directly into the little man's chest.
Although Julian was vaguely disgusted, he was not nearly as repulsed as he
might have been. For one thing, it was only solid holographic cum which was
dripping down his torso and legs, puddling around his feet. For
another....yes, he had enjoyed the experience. He could admit it to himself.
He could even, if pressed, admit it to this replica of his commanding
officer.
"My good little boy," said Benjamin. He scooped up his good little boy in
one hand and licked every drop of his cum. Tired and spent as he was, Julian
even began to get another erection as the giant tongue rubbed across his
crotch. "Now, Julian, you can rest for a minute while I think."
The doctor nodded. As Benjamin settled into his desk chair, Julian
improvised a little mattress out of one of his commander's giant socks, which
had landed on the desk. The sock smelled like Sisko. Yes, thought Julian,
it really is amazing how lifelike these holosuites can be.
And with that, despite the trials of the day, the little Julian Bashir
drifted off to sleep. Watching over him, Benjamin smiled. As Julian began
to breathe deeply and regularly, the giant reached carefully to the floor and
pressed the com badge on his abandoned uniform. he'd let the doctor rest for
a while, but more excitement was yet to come.
*#*
Julian awoke an hour later to find that everything had changed. Well, not
everything. He was still six inches tall and he was still lying on an
immense black sock. And Sisko's head was still towering nearby like a
skyscraper.
But the surroundings had changed.
Instead of being on Sisko's desk, he appeared to be on some sort of low
table. The room around him was darker than the office had been, but nowhere
near as Spartan. It took the befuddled doctor a few moments to recognize the
Commander's living quarters at such a large scale.
"Time to rise and shine, my little sleepyhead."
Julian sat up and turned toward the booming voice.
Benjamin was sitting in a nearby chair. He was still naked, and he was
stroking his erect penis with one hand. This man's staying power is
incredible, thought Bashir clinically. He was willing to be that Sisko had
been erect the entire time.
"I had Chief O'Brien beam us directly to my quarters. I thought we'd be
more comfortable here."
The doctor nodded. They would, at that.
But Sisko continued. "You see, Jake. I told you he was alive."
Julian started. Jake?! From a darkened corner of the room, the commander's
young son emerged. He was dressed in his everyday jumpsuit, and the small
man breathed a sigh of relief. At least this child had not yet been drawn
into this bizarre fantasy.
"This is so cool, Dad," said the giant boy. He approached the doctor
carefully. "Hello, Dr. Bashir. How are you?"
"I've been better," he answered ruefully.
"Well, you look pretty good the way you are," said Jake. Julian made a rude
noise in his throat, but he didn't think Jake heard it. The boy went on.
"Can I pick you up? Can I pick him up, Dad?"
Julian was in the process of answering negatively when Benjamin nodded.
"Sure. Why don't you bring him over here?"
The doctor braced himself for rough handling, and he was not disappointed.
Jake's hands closed around him and lifted him sickeningly fast. He barely
kept from vomiting. When he opened his eyes, Jake's face filled his vision.
The boy's big eyes seemed to be recording every detail of his nude body, and
Julian felt like dying when he realized he was getting hard again from the
scrutiny. My God! he thought. But then he was moving again, air whooshed by
him. Then Jake was standing before his father, offering Julian's body in one
hand.
But the elder Sisko shook his head. "Hold him for a minute. And sit down,
son." He patted his knee. Jake sat and wordlessly watched his father go
back to masturbating. Julian felt keenly embarrassed at the scene and had to
remind himself that he was in a simulation.
"You're a good boy, Jake. Now put Dr. Bashir on my cock and then go and
deliver those messages I gave you, all right?"
The boy's eyes lingered on Benjamin's stroking hands for a moment, and
Julian felt the fingers holding him stray to his tiny crotch. One of Jake's
fingers slid between his legs, and felt like a thick pole caressing the
underside of his erection. But the action was transitory and in a couple of
seconds he found himself draped over his commander's cock head watching
Jake's back retreat from the room.
"It's just you and me again, little one. I can see you're excited at the
possibility."
Julian found it easy to slip back into the role. "I am, Sir."
Benjamin reached out and arranged the tiny body with one hand while
supporting his erection with the other. When the maneuver was finished, the
doctor was sitting on the penis as if it were a bar stool. A very tall bar
stool, however, which was coated liberally with pre-cum.
"Does my son excite you, too?"
Julian tried to pretend that this was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever
heard, but the commander would have none of it. "He does, and you know it.
Well, maybe I'll let him have a turn with you later, but for the next few
minutes, until the others get here, you're mine and mine alone."
"Others? What others, Sir?" The little man felt a vague dread. Were there
to be more giants pawing at him?
Sisko used his pinkie to manipulate Julian's erect cock. The doctor closed
his eyes and moaned. "Don't worry about that now."
The commander's index finger and thumb took the pinkie's place, jerking the
little cock off as efficiently as an entire--proportional--hand. Julian
thought he was going to come instantly, but that action, too, ceased after a
few moments. He looked up at Benjamin's large face inquisitively, but the
giant looked down impassively.
I guess it's my turn, thought Julian. He contracted his ass muscles
provocatively on Sisko's cock head. Beneath him, pre-cum began to ooze out
anew. His butt and the backs of his legs were already coated with the thick
liquid. Noticing that such stimulation seemed to be going over well, the
doctor went one better, reaching down between his own small legs to get
access to Benjamin's piss slit.
His hand fit into the warm, moist hole easily. A gasp from above goaded him
into using both hands, rubbing the rim of the hole, spreading the slick
pre-cum as much as possible between his legs. If Sisko's hand weren't
holding him up on his bar stool Bashir would have fallen by now.
But Sisko moved his hand suddenly, leaving Julian balanced precariously.
Without thinking much, he wrapped his legs loosely around the cock, directly
beneath the head. Then he hugged it with his arms as well and slid down the
lubricated cock like a thick greased pole.
He landed with his ass against the base of Benjamin's cock, right where the
mammoth organ joined the commander's pillowy-soft ballsac. Sisko's legs were
spread, and Julian tumbled backward onto the chair between them.
The view was spectacular. On either side of him, legs towered like ten-foot
walls. In front, above, the giant's erection glistened in the soft lamp
light. More at the little man's eye level were the huge eggs of Sisko's
testicles. Below them was front end of the commander's ass crack. With such
a selection, Julian wasn't sure what to do next. While he was deciding,
Sisko's deep voice drifted down from above.
"It's almost time, Julian. They should be here any minute."
"Who, sir?" The tiny doctor yelled to make sure he was heard from so far
down.
"Why, you, Julian. And another guest."
"I don't understand, sir. me?"
As he had been from the start, Julian was powerless to ward off the hand
that reached for him. He didn't even try to duck or hide (where?) as it
closed around him and lifted him up. "Yes, Doctor, you. You. You see, when
you were asleep, I called your lab to see if your "experiment" was a danger
to anyone. Imagine my surprise when you answered the hail. Did you think
you could fool me, 'Doctor'?"
"I don't know." But he did know, all at once. It was the holosuite DS9's
version of him that had answered the call. The malfunctioning computer had
not removed his counterpart from the program.
"What's the matter, little man? Cat got your tongue?"
How to explain? If the commander thought he was a spy, there was no telling
what horror might befall his tiny body. Especially with the computer's
safety fail-safe mechanisms apparently malfunctioning. "Sir, I--"
Sisko drew him even closer to his humungous face. Julian could feel the
commander's breath wash over him like the humid winds of Proxima. "My other
guest is someone you may not know about, depending on how long you've been on
Deep Space Nine. He is a recent transfer to Security. Ensign Marx."
Dr. Bashir did indeed know Ensign John Marx. He had met the lad yesterday
upon giving him his transfer physical. A huge, strapping young man of 24,
Marx had been a model before he attended Starfleet Academy. Weight training
and martial arts were the ensign's hobbies, the doctor recalled.
"I would have called Odo. As security chief, he really has the right to
interrogate you, but he's not nearly so appropriate to my purposes."
Julian swallowed. "Purposes, sir?"
The huge mouth before him smiled, showing teeth almost a foot tall.
"Interrogation, Doctor, does not have to be as painful a process as many
people think. Perhaps we'll see what you reveal when certain pleasure points
are stimulated. Unfortunately, I think most of those points won't belong to
you.... You, my little impostor, will be the stimulator!"
The doctor's little face blanched, and he became even paler as the hand
beneath him reached Sisko's mouth, which opened wide.
"Sir! don't put me in there!" Now he tried to duck, but there was no
escaping. The lips closed around his waist, swallowing his upper half to
just past his cock, which, damn the thing, was still erect. It was strangely
silent in the mouth. No sound at all except the deep hiss of rushing air up
the back of the throat. Julian lay face down on the slimy, warm tongue. He
didn't move a muscle, afraid of provoking the commander to some drastic
action.
The small warm cave shuddered around him and changed it's axis. Was
Benjamin moving? To where? Rock-hard teeth held the little man in place
while the giant swallowed a bucketful of saliva. It was too much. The
darkness, the heat, the movement, the concept. Julian passed out, sure he'd
awake in the acid bath of the commander's stomach or, perhaps, as huge molars
snapped through his spine.
*#*
But he awoke to none of these things. It was soft, and there was brightness
beyond his eyelids. He wished he could be one of those people who woke up
thinking he were in his own bed, but his own bed was not so soft, and he
remembered full well the entire eventful night.
"He's coming around," he heard someone say. A familiar voice with a
soothing accent. It reminded him of his own, but it was deeper and much
louder.
Of course, it was his own. Julian opened his eyes a crack and caught sight
of what might have been his own reflection, had it not been so horribly huge.
The giant doctor was aiming a medical tricorder in his direction. "Yes,
he's just about awake. How did you say he passed out again?"
"Fright, probably." Sisko's voice was more distant and Julian thought it
sounded like it had spoken with an effort.
The giant Dr. Bashir was speaking again. "Well, I wish you had called me
when this little fellow first appeared. These readings I'm getting are
phenomenal. It seems he's fully human, but it's impossible! His heart rate
and body heat are nowhere near they should be for a being of that size. His
lifespan has been about a dozen times what it should be, and he could
probably live four times as long. He's as healthy as a horse. As I say,
perfectly human. There are no mysterious radiations or chemicals in his body
that would explain his lack of stature."
There was a loud panting from across the room, then a soft moan. "Don't
bother me with the details, Doctor. Just wake him up!"
Julian saw the giant version of himself smile down at him. "Oh, he's fully
awake, now."
"Good, bring him over here."
A thin-fingered hand, familiar except for being a dozen times too large,
filled Julian's vision before it scooped him up from the pillow He'd been
lying on.
"I feel like we've already met," the giant Bashir quipped, when he saw that
the smaller had stopped pretending to be unconscious. Julian didn't answer.
Was he this annoying to his own patients? He hoped not.
The giant allowed him a second to get his bearings, and he took advantage of
it. They were on one end of the spacious room, right next to the table on
which Julian had awoke after has nap. From this height, he could see all
three of the giants. The Dr. Bashir who cradled him in one palm was naked,
too, and Julian curiously looked at himself. Somehow, he'd never managed to
see his own body as if he were someone else, a phenomenon many in Starfleet
had accomplished through use of holotechnology and telepathic links. Julian
had the feeling that he probably would have had the creeps even if the other
version of himself was not over twelve times his present height. Was this
how he looked to others? The open, almost naive face, topping the thin but
muscular body with it's surprisingly large penis. The voice was pleasantly
accented and harmonious.
Julian tore his attention away from himself as himself began to carry him
across the room. The were going to join the other two, who were currently in
a 69 position on Sisko's bed.
Ensign Marx was human but from a colony of extremely large people, tall and
beautifully muscular. Even when the doctor was at his full height, he was
still a head shorter than the younger man. Now, Julian had the feeling that
he'd be smaller than one of the ensign's fingers. Sisko was still as hard as
a rock, his sensual mouth wrapped around Ensign Marx's huge cock. The small
man estimated from afar that the mammoth organ was over twice--perhaps
two-and-a half times--his present height, and made a mental note to enter
this remarkable statistic in Marx's medical files.
That would have to wait, however.
As both the real and giant Bashirs approached the bed, Sisko stopped trying
to fit his mouth across the length and width of Marx's 15-inch dick long
enough to say, "Doctor, you'll have to occupy yourself with your little
friend for a minute. We're busy here."
"Aye, sir." The giant doctor plunked himself down into a nearby reclining
chair to get a better look at "his little friend."
It was amazing looking at himself like this. Julian had always been more
than a little narcissistic, and he had to admit he was getting powerfully
aroused. Apparently, his psych profile was being read accurately by the
holosuite program, as the giant Bashir's cock had already grown to a size
that would scrape the ceiling had the space station been in Julian's small
proportion. The problem was that Julian was being held over twenty feet
away from the huge shaft. Suddenly, he had to be near it, rub himself
against it, masturbate himself as he never had before--and have himself
masturbate him.
But the giant Bashir had ideas of his own. They were close enough to
Julian's for jazz, but Julian had forgotten that, in sex, he always liked to
be in control. To be accurate, he hadn't forgotten it about himself, he'd
just forgotten that there were two himselves present who would have the same
notion.
As Julian struggled to free himself from the log-like fingers, their hold
grew tighter around him. The grotesquely large reflection of his face grew
closer, absorbing his attention.
"What am I going to do with you, little Julian?"
Their faces were so close. Only a couple of feet (the smaller Julian's
feet), really. It was nothing for the giant to bring him closer. Their
mouths met, in a fashion. Never mind that Julian's entire head would fit in
the larger doctor's mouth, should he open his lips further than the crack
they were now. Julian kissed and licked his way along the huge bottom lip,
using his hands to manipulate as well. He teased the giant's tongue out
slightly, and then rubbed his face against that, savoring the slimy surface.
With Sisko, this had been a little repugnant. Although he had enjoyed
himself, he had never been more than slightly physically attracted to the
commander. But this, this was himself! Just what this said about himself,
Julian would probably contemplate long into many future nights, but, lost in
the moment, he didn't care about that now.
The big man's hands loosened their grip on Julian's body, leaving him draped
across his chin. Julian continued his love affair with the titan's mouth,
rubbing more and more of his body along the protruding tongue, finally
bracing his arms and chest against his double's nose and fucking that mouth
for all he was worth. Warm air caressed Julian's body as it rushed into and
out of the orifices, past his cock and chest. Above his head, he saw eyes as
large as plates drinking in his every move.
And it was time to move; he didn't want to cum just yet. He pulled himself
away from his pleasant task and rolled down the reclining body beneath him.
His chest. God, he loved his chest. On a normal day, he could look at it
in the mirror for long moments. Today, he rolled his body along it, enjoying
the feeling of the giant's smooth skin rubbing his own. He wanted to stop,
play with the nipples, but he also wanted to go on. The giant wasn't
restraining him anymore, and his goal had been established long since.
Lower on the body, the cock stood up like an eight-foot obelisk. It seemed
like the focus of the giant's entire form--the vast torso and the
redwood-thick legs all converging on this magical tower. He had to get
closer to it, climb it.
But playful hands blocked his progress once again, surrounding him, trapping
him over the pothole of a navel. "Anxious, aren't you?"
Julian shot back. "Wouldn't you be?"
Gargantuan eyes widened in surprise then amusement then pleasure. Hands
which had been meshed into a blockade moments before loosened and began
fiddling with their little prisoner's body.
"You know," rumbled the large Dr. Bashir as he rubbed a fingernail along the
short length of Julian's penis, "I'm beginning to believe that you are me,
after all."
The tiny doctor was about to haughtily inform his captor that, in fact, the
reverse was true, but that moment he was released and given a small shove
toward the waiting dick. The push was enough to make him lose balance on the
sloped abdomen, and he tripped, rolling the rest of the way over the giant's
bumpy abs, finally lodging in the tangle of pubic hair. The cock towered
over him. Gingerly, he reached out to touch it, noticing that his double's
huge eyes were watching with anticipation. His fingers touched thick, warm
skin, throbbing with blood and desire.
Propping himself on it, Julian stood up. He compared his height to that of
the giant's penis. The top of his head reached almost a foot below the
bottom of the cock head. His bare feet were lost in the overgrown brown
weeds of pubic hair. Now that Julian had actually reached the cock, he was
at a loss for what to do with it. This wasn't, after all, a situation for
which precedent existed.
He hugged it first, hearing a deep-throated gasp of pleasure from above.
How about if I climb it, he thought, putting the idea into action. Much
easier said than done. His skin had traction on the giant's, but the huge
folds of flesh were hard to get a foothold on. To make matters more
interesting, he got only two feet off the larger doctor's pelvic bone before
the huge dick acquired a pronounced lean. It wasn't going to support his
weight. He sort of dangled off of it for a moment, then dropped, landing
once again in the lush garden of hair.
"Well," he said, half to himself, half to the other himself. "That was--"
A shadow fell over him, traveling its way along the giant Dr. Bashir's body
like the cloud's shadow along the ground of a planet. Ensign John Marx
loomed over them, the light from behind outlining his naked body in a bright
nimbus, as if he were eclipsing the sun instead of the commander's desk lamp.
"I just had to get a look at you," the newcomer rumbled, leaning over so
that the larger doctor's penis brushed his forehead and the smaller doctor
felt the warm rush of his breath. "It's true, all right. You're alive."
Julian straightened himself to his full, diminutive height. "I like to
think so."
Marx was truly gigantic at, from Bashir's point of view, over 85 feet tall.
Bashir was offended by his patronizing manner, but, Julian decided, when a
man who is over 85 feet tall patronizes you, you just have to put up with it.
Right now, he was putting up with watching Marx's huge hand get closer,
ready to grab him.
"Hey," said the giant Bashir. "He's with me right now. Leave him be."
"Is that an order, Doctor?" the ensign asked in a tone implying that it had
better not be.
"Gentlemen," broke in Benjamin. He stood next to Marx. Julian realized he
was surrounded on all sides. "Let's calm down. We'll all get a turn with
our little friend. And then we'll ask him some questions. If he doesn't
answer them...." His voice trailed off direly.
"Good," said Marx. "My turn." He grabbed Julian in a huge fist, pinning
the tiny man's arms to his sides and bending the tiny hardon in a rather
unpleasant direction.
"Let's all move to the bed," suggested Sisko.
Within a minute, Julian found himself sitting at the base of a penis that
was well over twice his height and the width of the giant version of
himself's wrist. What does he expect me to do? the doctor wondered. I can't
even get my arms around it.
But Marx could get his meaty hand around it--and Julian at the same time.
Before he knew what was happening, his front-side was being rubbed up and
down the huge organ. It was not particularly comfortable for either of them;
their skin was smooth but had a lot of friction. Marx stopped after a
moment. Sisko, noticing the problem, reached into his night table for a
small bottle.
"Lubrication."
Looking up from between Marx's mountainous legs, Julian could see a
lopsided smile grace the giant's face. He's really quite good looking,
thought Julian unexpectedly. But then the oily lube rained down on him from
the heavens, and he didn't think much about anything but trying to keep it
out of his eyes and mouth. He could feel the mess in his hair and ears as
the fingers came back.
The stroking off began again. This time, it was a lot more comfortable for
Marx, apparently, who kept at it. Julian, however was having mixed emotions.
His lower half was feeling quite pleasant, as he kept his legs wrapped as
far around the wide shaft as possible and his cock was getting quite a
rubbing. Pre-cum was flowing freely from his small .75-incher, and also from
the giant's15-incher. This is where the problem arose: he was choking. The
giant Marx didn't seem to notice that his copious fluids were making it
extremely difficult for Julian to breathe--not that it was easy to breath to
begin with when your face was being pressed against a monster penis.
So Julian's upper and lower halves warred over which sensations took
precedence. Just when he thought, from the necessity of breathing, his head
would win, he came resoundingly. At the same time, he felt the rushing of
fluids inside John Marx's dick. Within a moment, the giant's cum, too,
erupted forth, flying in the air and spilling down the sides of his immense
cock. Bashir thought he'd drown. Cum coated his entire body. But he was
suddenly released, falling about ten feet to the soft bed. There he lay,
between Marx's spread legs, pressed up against the man's sphincter, with the
blimp of a cock deflating above him. When he managed to get the semen out of
his eyes, he saw his double and Sisko watching him, obviously both aroused
from the scene they had just witnessed. They were stroking each other's
cocks. The other Bashir, in particular, looked as if he were about to come
as hard as his little counterpart had just done.
Julian moaned quietly. He was exhausted. It was before 0400, and he hadn't
slept more than an hour since 0700 the day before. But there was no rest for
the weary, he supposed, and no bath for the six-inch man in the semen
bodysuit. The fluid had begun to get sticky, and the tiny man wished for the
comfort of his sonic shower.
"Computer," he said in his normal speaking voice, but too softly for the
bigger men to hear. "Computer, end program." Nothing.
He decided to get to his feet, looking for something to pull himself up on
but lacking anything more substantial than a giant's ass. He was too tired
to rise without a prop, however, and he gingerly pulled himself up with his
hands on Marx's inner thigh, very close to the nearby asshole. Bashir looked
at the muscular circle curiously. It was hairless, the only hair on Marx's
body being a sparse lawn above his crotch, and looked interesting in a
clenched sort of way. Modern medicine had almost phased out the need for
physical proctological examinations, and Julian found himself wondering if
he'd ever looked so closely at a sphincter. Well certainly not such a large
one. And it was odorless--strange for a holosuite program that had
programmed the faint whiff of sweat on Sisko's socks.
But his curiosity was fleeting, and he looked away. Maybe I can get
Benjamin to let me take a shower in his sink, he thought. But Benjamin was
looking at something Marx was doing. What was Marx doing? Julian twisted
his body around and looked up. The titanic ensign was sitting up from his
relaxed position. The door-sized hand was descending again. The pressure of
contact knocked the tiny man's breath away. Marx certainly didn't seem to
care for his prisoner's well-being. Was this in his psyche profile? If he
escaped--when he escaped--he'd have to make sure that Odo kept an eye on this
gung-ho security guard.
The giant hand, however, wasn't escorting him to the brig, but rather to the
muscle Julian had briefly examined a moment before. Before he could protest,
or do anything more than make a faint yelp of surprise, he felt a loglike
finger shift behind his head. The hole was closer. Julian could see the
muscles relax as his head was plunged into it. If he'd had trouble breathing
before, it was nothing compared to this. The tight muscles squeezed his
breath away, trapped his arms against his sides. The inner lining of the
rectum, slimy with mucous, pressed against his face, closing up his mouth and
nose. Had he worried there hadn't been a smell? It was certainly present
now, and he could smell it even with his nose clogged, because his nose was
clogged with it.
It was oven-hot inside the asshole. Julian could hear the giant's pulse
clearly over his own smothered moans. His body from his thighs down was
still outside the giant's, and he could feel the huge fingers fondling his
legs and the area between them. Struggling was useless.
Suddenly, he was pulled out by his feet. As air rushed into his body,
Julian heard someone thunder, "My turn!" He found himself cradled against
his giant duplicate's body. Below, he saw Marx, looking extremely
aggravated, laying on the bed with his legs spread, glaring at the other
Bashir. The giant doctor's grip on Julian's body tightened.
Marx said tightly, "If you aren't going to let him fuck me, then you're
going to do it. How about that, Doctor?"
Bashir shrugged. "I think I can manage that, Ensign." Marx smiled wickedly
as he turned himself over and waved his ass in the air.
"I'm ready, Doctor. Examine me with your probe."
The giant Bashir looked at the giant Sisko, who nodded permission. The
commander then laid down beside Marx, so that they could kiss while the
doctor fucked. In the second before Bashir made a move, Julian surveyed the
situation with something like relief. Was it possible they were going to
ignore him for the present?
Of course not. The other Bashir placed him between Marx's large, muscular
buttocks, then towered over him. His erection stood straight outward,
pointing almost directly at Julian, aiming at the nearby hole.
Propping himself up so he wouldn't squash the little man, Bashir inserted
his cock into Marx's ass and began to fuck. The hole was still lubricated
from the cum and oil which had rubbed of Julian's body, but it was obvious
that Marx was not entirely without pain, as his body shook, keeping Julian
off balance. One thought flashed though Julian's mind: As long as they
weren't actually using his body for anything, it might be possible to escape
and hide until this monstrous program ended.
*#*
The Cardassian spy was almost finished with his work, and, pleased with
himself, he stepped back from the exposed circuitry. Yes, he had gained much
information, and covered his tracks quite well, if he said so himself. No
alarms had sounded. Nobody had been alerted to his presence.
Oh, but there was that one thing...the holosuite. Should he waste precious
time fixing it? What if he were traced through that program's malfunction?
But how could he be traced? He would be off Deep Space Nine within a matter
of hours. The hell with it. In a fit of pique, he smashed his tool into the
holosuite microchips. Sparks flashed, but, just in time, he once again
stopped the alarm from sounding. He probably shouldn't have done it, but,
again, what the hell? The electronics flashed and spat sparks as the
Cardassian snuck out of the area. Maybe, he thought, nobody will even
notice.
*#*
Julian noticed. No sparks, no flashes of light. Nothing in the holosuite
changed. Yet everything changed. Julian was inching his way along the small
of Marx's back, looking for a good place to disembark this wild ride. The
giants' fucking was making him spacesick. He looked over his shoulder as
the perfect mounds of the ensign's muscular butt rose to greet the doctor's
thrusting probe. Both men were sweating and moaning and gasping for air.
Commander Sisko was likewise engaged, feeding his cock to Marx's eager
mouth. Nobody was watching Julian.
But he was watching them. And, as he watched, not believing his eyes, not
believing his horrible luck, they grew bigger. He wasn't sure it was
happening at first. But it was. The expanse of Marx's back grew wider under
him. The other Dr. Bashir towered higher into the air. They didn't notice.
How small was he getting (seeming to get, he reminded himself)? He
imagined he might be about four inches tall. The top of Dr. Bashir's finger,
placed on Marx's back for support, reached midway on Julian's calves.
The ground underneath him continued to thrash. He really had to get off
this body, away from the giants, so he could think. What did the losing of
what relative size he had mean? What was happening?
By the time he slid down the side of Marx's body, he figured he was about
three inches tall. It was about a 15-foot drop, but his descent was slowed
by clinging to the giant's skin and softened by the soft, African-print
comforter on the bed. It wasn't until he landed that he realized his
mistake. He had slid off of Marx's body, and even managed not to get caught
under it's undulating bulk, but the ensign's arms were at his sides. Julian
was trapped in a very narrow space between the Herculean arm and the body of
Ensign Marx. he'd have to move carefully down the valley until he reached
the end--dangerously close to the giant Dr. Bashir's balancing knee.
He managed, circling the ensign's curling fingers cautiously. He was about
two inches tall now, in comparison with everybody else, and was wondering if
he could find a place along the edge of the cliff-like bed where he might
descend--perhaps sliding down a wrinkle in the comforter. His decreasing
size was in a way a blessing in disguise. If he were able to get off the bed
and hide, it would be harder for them to find him. He discovered a likely
spot, where the blanket folded into a steep but manageable slide to the
floor. His full concentration on psyching himself up for the task ahead, he
was completely startled when a large, dark hand closed around him, whisking
him off his feet. Sisko! Julian's entire body was enclosed in the giant
fist, but it was holding him lightly and did not threaten to crush his bones
or stop his respiration.
Sisko opened his palm and looked down at the minuscule man who cowered in
it. Julian was about an inch tall. Sisko's voice to him was now almost
deafening. "GOING SOMEWHERE, DOCTOR? I NOTICE YOU'RE TRYING TO
MAKE
YOURSELF INCONSPICUOUS."
"Just going for a walk!" Julian yelled, but his voice didn't carry from the
vicinity of Benjamin's muscled chest up to the giant's ears.
"WHAT'S THAT, LITTLE ONE? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. WHY DON'T YOU COME
BACK AND
PLAY WITH US?"
The lurching movement of Sisko's hand when it was 72 times the size of his
own was much worse for Julian than when it had only been twelve. Sisko
flopped himself down on the edge of the bed and they watched the other two
giants finish up their business. To Sisko, they were just three feet away,
but to Julian, they were huge, blurry shapes--like mountains fucking each
other. The humongous Dr. Bashir pulled his building-sized cock out of Marx's
hole and he stood on his knees over the ensign. I'M GOING TO COME!" he
rumbled. He indicated something to Sisko and Julian was moving again,
tumbling out of Sisko's hand into the crevasse of Marx's muscular bubble
butt.
It was like being in a heady steam bath. Marx was coated with sweat and
lubrication and his own cum from before. Julian looked up as his monstrous
double let go his load of cum. There was nowhere to run as the wave came
closer, as if in slow motion. The torrent knocked Julian five feet along the
asscrack and puddled around him. It was slippery, he couldn't get his
balance or make any progress. He truly thought he might drown. And had he
shrunk again? It seemed he was only a half inch tall. The tide of semen was
pushing him and dragging him down what was fast becoming an asscrack canyon.
He fell in a waterfall out of the end, between legs that were almost twice
as tall to him as Sisko's entire body had been when he had discovered Julian
sitting on his desk.
Marx's huge, erect cock was pressed under his body, sticking down between
the giant's legs toward the his feet. Julian landed on it's vast expanse and
thought he might as well be on the side of a 20-story building. The cum had
spread out enough that he could no longer swim in it, if he had the desire to
do so. He was no longer about to drown. But his head was still spinning,
perhaps just from the enormity of everything. Was he going to pass out?
Marx turned over and it felt to Julian like an entire landscape was turning
on its side, he rolled down the huge cock that was getting more huge by the
second. It was now as big to Julian as the condominium building he had once
lived in: 75 stories. The thin layer of cum was over his head again. As he
tumbled, he thought he could vaguely see sky-filling shapes in the distance.
Were they the other doctor and the commander, looking for him? They looked
like just a bunch of colors to Julian, and eventually, even those colors
faded to black.
Blackness.
A faint amber light about ten feet away. A muffled hissing sound.
It took almost a full minute for Julian to realize that he was not a
shrunken refugee in a cave made out of a wrinkle of skin--almost twice as
long to realize he was no longer coated in semen and lube and shit and slick
giants' sweat.
The program had ended.
Julian breathed an immense, cleansing sigh of relief, as the hissing grew
louder. "Doctor?" a voice called from beyond the thick walls of the
holosuite. It was Chief O'Brien. "Doctor, if you can hear me, stand back!
We're cutting through the door!"
Sparks flew as a section of door fell away. Miles O'Brien, the chief
engineer of Deep Space Nine, stood silhouetted in the doorway. "Doctor,
thank goodness! Are you all right?"
Bashir climbed to his feet and could do nothing but nod. He noticed O'Brien
was looking at him strangely. Behind him stood a tall, blond ensign, holding
a phaser. The young ensign smiled when he saw the doctor.
"There was a medical emergency. We couldn't find you. Dr. Alemas took care
of it, but Commander Sisko ordered a full-scale search when you didn't turn
up. Quark said you had rented a holosuite, but none of them seemed to be
responding to commands."
Julian still didn't say anything. He was thoroughly amazed he was looking
at men his own size. He realized that some part of him had given up hope of
escaping the holosuite program--or had given up hope that it was actually a
holosuite program.
O'Brien continued, "We had to cut through the door to get you out."
A soft, mirthful voice from the corridor entered the room at the same time
as its owner. Jadzia Dax said, "You had to do no such thing, Chief. You
knew I was working on the programming, and I just fixed it. You could have
saved yourself a lot of trou-- Julian!"
Why was she so surprised? thought Bashir. Hadn't she expected to find him
here? Probably, but not naked. Shit! He'd forgotten the computer had
beamed away his clothes. And here he was, with not a stitch of cloth in
sight to cover himself with.
Dax looked to be on the point of hysterical giggles as she turned away.
Julian surprised himself by realizing he didn't really care what she thought
of him after all. "Come on, Chief," said Dax, "let's get the doctor some
clothes." They left together.
He was alone.
There wasn't much to do before his friends returned with something for him
to wear. Julian stood in the dark, empty room, thinking for a moment. Then
he said, "Computer."
"Working." Dax had fixed it. There was no trace of malfunction.
"Computer, save the previous program under Bashir, private file. And be
ready to implement any changes I may program to it."
"Done."
After all, thought Julian, as the erection he had sported for most of the
night began to return. Who says I don't get to be the giant next time?
THE END
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