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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part XI
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (XI)
by Art Miyako
As we descended the steps down from the apartment to the temple, I
asked Beth how she'd disappeared and appeared. "It's a knack," she
said, "Just a trick I picked up over the last half century."
"Can you teach me sometime?", I asked. Beth just chuckled and
muttered under her breath, "Not likely."
When we got down to the temple with our new, glassy-eyed recruit, all
was in readiness. The brazier was already burning. The Pyen Yang
Lon were idly pawing at one another, stroking each other's backs and
breasts and asses. As Beth helped Mai onto the Y-shaped table and
strapped her down, I could tell that she was to play the role of
priestess this time. She went to the cabinet and took out the crystal
flask and a hooded cape of chartreuse silk embroidered with a human
head surrounded by 12 fire-breathing dragon heads. Her two
assistants helped her on with it as the man on the leash crawled
nervously about on all fours.
Beth took two handfuls of herbs from a bag at the head of the table
and tossed them onto the hot coals, creating plumes of sweet-smelling
smoke. The women encircling Beth and the other two began to
become more passionate with one another. All around me, tits were
sucked and beavers played with. The man on the leash began to sport
a rather impressive erection.
The ceremony was different this time. The last had seemed a very
somber occasion; this one seemed almost light-hearted. There was
much giggling among the moans of desire as Beth gave the
incantation. Her voice was high-pitched, sing-song, and cracked on
occasion. She wasn't very good. Still, the ceremony went on.
Soon, the three women gathered alongside the table as Beth
unstopped the flask, passing the top to the woman standing at Mai's
head. She put the dropper in Mai's mouth; the second did the same
with her anus, and Beth pushed the thin rod past the slight resistance
of Mai's lips. The encircling women had all fallen to the floor and
formed their chain, mouth to pussy. As Beth withdrew the rod, the
leashed man was led over to Mai's spread legs and plunged himself
deep inside her. I glanced around the room, and noticed that Twon
was not here. My eyes went back to the copulating couple.
The leashed man was humping Mia very hard and very deep, almost
frantically. I could imagine what he'd already been put through in the
past few hours. Poor slob. He looked old enough to have a job,
maybe a family. The thought crossed my mind of what would be
written in his obituary, if they ever found him at all.
It took less than five minutes for him to shoot his load. His hips
bucked against Mai, he grimaced and grunted, and fell dead to the
ground.
The audience was having orgasms of its own. I watched as the first
woman came, her body shaking so hard that her god-only-knows-what-
cup-sized breasts made an audible slap on the hard wooden floor.
Her movements seemed to set off the woman in whose seething cunt
she'd pushed her tongue. She gushed a puddle of juice in such
quantity that she made a small puddle which slowly widened and
seeped into the cracks between the floor slats. Her twitching set off
the next woman, and so on down the line. When the last woman
reached her climax seconds later, her orgasm was so intense that I
thought she would fling herself clear off the floor. She arced her back
sharply as she gushed ecstasy, until only her forearms and feet were
on the ground. Hot cum showered over her lover's face in little
waterfalls.
On the table, Mai was beginning to writhe against her bonds.
Something in the ceremony had obviously broken the spell of Twon's
powder, and Mai was trying to get free. Her eyes darted about the
room wildly. She pulled with all her strength at the restraints around her
wrists and ankles, and cried out, "Who are you people? Let me go!
What do you want?"
Suddenly, Mai's shouting stopped and was replaced by a hiss of pain.
I watched as Mai's little breastlets took on a weird shape, becoming
very round at the top but still quite small at the bottom. Unlike the last
girl, Mai didn't shake; she went completely still and stiffened up as she
tensed every muscle in her body against the pain in her tits, clenching
her teeth and closing her eyes tightly.
The hissing soon became a drawn out "Oh" as the growth in Mai's
breasts distributed itself even, causing her whole bustline to increase
just slight. Beth whispered in the ear of one of her two assistants, who
walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "Beth wants me to tell you
that sometimes this takes a little longer. Small-busted women become
Pyen Yang Lon very slowly." She dutifully returned to Mai's side.
Mai lay limp on the table, breathing hard. Sweat was beginning to bead
on her flushed face, and she demanded again, "Who _are_ you?
What are you doing to me? Let me go! Oh god... my tits..." Mai's right
nipple leaked a tiny droplet of white which hung there like a little pearl.
She suddenly tensed again, and her tits began to puff up some more.
Beth said something to an assistant in Chinese, and the assistant got a
jar of ointment from the cabinet. She gave this to Beth, who
unscrewed the cap and began applying it liberally to Mai's sweaty,
inflating bosom. The pain in Mai's face lessened slightly, but not by
much. Inch by inch, her breasts grew slowly, until they were perhaps
barely a B-cup size. "She needs more," said Beth, "Art, come here." I
walked to the table.
Beth leaned over and whispered to me, "Fuck her." I whispered back,
"But I'll die..." "No," replied Beth, "she can't take enough to kill you
now. It'll be OK."
I didn't like this at all. I certainly didn't trust Beth, and I'd already been
tricked by these "people" once. But I was also surrounded by women
who could probably snap my spine like a twig if I got them angry
enough. Despite my dizziness, the sight of all the beautiful women
writhing against one another's lips had caused quite a reaction in my
groin, which sported a considerable erection inside my too-tight jeans.
If I was going to die, at least I would go out screwing.
I stepped between Mai's legs as Beth's assistants dragged the corpse
of the leashed man away, and unzipped my fly. The head of my cock
landed squarely against the lips of Mai's cunt. Her snatch was bone
dry, but Beth liberally slopped ointment onto my hard-on, and I pushed
myself smoothly in past the resistance. Mai was again grimacing in
pain as the next wave hit her, causing every muscle in her body to
contract, and catching my penis inside her like a snake in a noose. Her
chest suddenly heaved as her breasts expanded more, but no stretch
marks appeared at all. As quickly as it had begun, it was over, and
Mai's body relaxed, allowing me to start thrusting again. Beth began
another incantation; Mai was so worn out already that her complaints
weren't loud enough to be heard over Beth's cacophonous chanting.
Mai was unusually narrow, and it took work to screw her. She just
wasn't built to really handle anything as large as me, and in this position
I could only get about 3/4 of the way inside her. Mai seemed almost
oblivious to being fucked, despite what was inside her. She seemed
to be bracing for the next wave to come. The tightness and the heat
were taking their toll on me. I wouldn't be able to hold back much
longer.
When the wave hit her, Mai clamped down again with all her might. My
cock felt like it was stuck tight in a hot, wet fist that was trying to
squeeze the semen out of me. I let go, and came much less than I
had before. Mai still didn't react, not to me and not to the two women
who were gently rubbing more of the ointment onto her B+-sized tits.
Sweat was trickling down her face now, and she seemed barely
conscious at all. A little trickle of milk leaked from each nipple, and
was gently lapped up by the two women. Beth, for her part, looked a
little nervous. She watched the whole thing with wide eyes, as if she'd
never seen it before. The rest of the Pyen Yang Lon were standing
about and staring at the whole thing blankly. For the first time I'd been
among them, nobody was having sex.
Another wave overtook Mai, stronger than the others. Her face
contorted until she looked like a gargoyle. Milk shot from both of her
nipples five feet straight up, and her breasts began to inflate
explosively. Within a few seconds, they had nearly doubled in size as
she let out a piercing, high-pitched shriek. Completely overwhelmed,
she passed out, her body collapsing limp on the table.
Beth looked alarmed at Mai's continuing growth. Her tits showed no
sign of slowing down; they inflated steadily and rapidly. Already they
covered the better part of Mai's chest now, and were beginning to spill
over her sides and onto the table. One of the women from the
audience pushed forward past Beth and latched onto one of Mai's
nipples, sucking for all she was worth.
One of the assistants exclaimed, "I'll go get Madame Twon," and ran
from the room. Beth herself got Mai's other nipple in her mouth and
started to suck. I noticed a peculiar look cross Beth and the other's
faces, and they suddenly seemed oblivious to everything but the great
pleasure they were receiving from doing this. They shook like leaves
and began to massage their crotches.
Mai's breasts kept growing so quickly that the two suckling women
were forced to step back every few minutes to stay latched onto a
nipple. They were already as large as Beth's, and still showed no sign
of slowing down. The woman from the audience finally let go of Mai's
nipple and turned to face the rest. I could feel the heat of lust that
radiated from her body halfway across the room. She literally dove on
the nearest Pyen, knocking her to the ground as she mindlessly
ground her crotch into the hapless woman's knee. She looked
stunned for a moment, but quickly adjusted to the situation and slid
herself down to furiously lick and chew her friend's dripping furrow.
Beth came away next, falling into a squatting position so that the heel
of her bare foot fit snugly into her vagina. She clawed at her fantastic
tits as she fucked her own heel until she came in a low moan.
Mai was still growing. Her tits now hung well over the sides of the table
and dollops of flesh were heading toward the floor as they caressed
their way slowly down Mai's body to her navel... her hips... midway
down her thighs. Finally, they stopped. Mai stirred a little, drawing a
deep sigh.
The door flung open, and through it came Madame Twon and the
Queen. The latter strode regally into the room, supporting her
trashcan-sized tits in her folded arms. She took one look at Mai and
her equally grand tits and demanded, "What are you _doing_?"
Beth explained all that had happened, and the Queen asked her for the
flask, which she promptly handed over. The Queen removed the
stopper and took a deep swig of the potion and nearly screamed.
"Twon, what have you done? What did you put in here?"
"I do nothing!", protested Twon, "She fuck up ceremony!", she cried,
pointing at Beth.
"There's something in here Twon. I can _taste_ it. I think you wanted
to be a priestess a little too much for your own good. Remove that girl
from the table." Beth and her assistants and I quickly undid Mai's
restraints and tried to move her from the table; she must have weighed
nearly 200 pounds with her new breasts, but we soon had her off the
table and propped up against the wall. She had two firm cushions to
keep her from slumping forward.
"I'll tell you what, Twon.", said the Queen, "You get your wish. You're
going to be one of us after all. Lin, go and fetch Madame Twon's
suppositories." One of the women in the audience scampered off to
obey the Queen's commands. Two others grabbed Madame Twon's
arms.
Lin returned moments later, her weighty chest heaving in exertion. She
proffered the box from Madame Twon's office to the Queen who took
them. She turned and regarded me. "You! Bend over!" Two Pyen
grabbed me and forced me to bend down as far as I could go. The
Queen unceremoniously shoved the suppository up my ass, quickly
followed by a second one. She again turned to Twon.
"You wanted to be the priestess so badly, didn't you? You just wanted
what we've got up here.", said the Queen, shaking her arms so that her
immense mammaries rippled. "I promise you, you'll get what you want
and more. Put her on the table."
Within moments, Madame Twon was strapped down to the table.
There was no ceremony for her; the Queen removed the stopper and
shoved the upper half of the flask into Madame Twon's pussy. When
she pulled it out, it was half empty.
The cold feeling was in my groin again. Already, my balls were
expanding almost as fast as Mai's tits a little while before. My cock
began snaking downward toward the floor. Limp, it was already a foot
long. The Queen unfolded her arms and pushed her huge, hard nipple
at my face. Unable to resist, and not especially wanting to, opened my
mouth to take in as much as I could. It filled my mouth entirely, and I
sucked a torrent from it. Instantly, my dick sprang to life, filling out to a
length of two feet, maybe a little more. Every nerve ending in my body
lit up, and I was instantly immersed in blind lust, but unable to act on
my own.
"Go fuck the living shit out of Twon.", said the Queen as she pulled her
tit away. I went to the table and did as I was told, burying half of my
member in Twon before she yelped and begged me to stop. I started
pumping into her hard, and even in her panic her arousal was obvious
as her juices began to flow. I could feel her engorged, oversized clit
grazing along the top of my wrist-thick cock as I forced myself even
deeper into her.
Without warning, I began to cum, shooting volley after volley into
Twon's box. But without the order from the Queen, I couldn't stop
myself from fucking Twon. When she felt the first jolt of semen inside
of her, Twon screamed murder. Within seconds, I was coming again,
and it felt even more intense this time. I was growing even as I
screwed Twon. Another inch added to my cock, my balls swaying near
my knees as I pumped my hips like a jackhammer.
Twon started to grow. With her, it wasn't slow at all. Her tits were
expanding slowly already, crawling down her chest and into her
armpits. They wobbled crazily across her chest as I pumped away at
her cunt as hard as ever. Twon's face made it clear that she was
feeling some pain, but she mumbled "Grow, grow." I shot a third huge
load into Twon's twitching, soaking snatch. Immediately, her breasts'
growth sped up, sending billows of light brown tit-flesh exploding out in
all directions. Two of the other women ran over and supported the
ballooning tits in their arms. Twon's eyes rolled back in her head as
the pain overtook her for a moment. She started straining to get up.
"OK, big enough, big enough. You let me go!"
"No, we've still got a long way to go. Right, Art?" She grabbed me
and I stopped fucking for a moment. I was standing almost three feet
back from the table, but my cock still disappeared between Twon's
legs. The Queen opened her mouth and thrust in one of her dripping
nipples, again flooding my throat with her sweet nectar. I went back to
humping Twon, shooting two more times within minutes. My cum
overflowed Twon's hole, seeping out around my still-thrusting cock.
Her tits were growing like mad now, doubling and redoubling their size
every few minutes as I shot time and again into her tunnel. They were
already much bigger than the Queen's. The two women who had tried
to support them now moved out of the way as the shapeless flesh
became impossible to hold up anymore. They began to jet high-
pressured streams of white that soaked everyone in the line of fire.
The women danced about in the spray, kissing and caressing one
another. Huge tits bounced happily all about the room, finding mouths
and fingers and cunts to give them the attention they craved.
Twon was not so happy. I shot another load of cum into her snatch,
and the backflow that leaked out was enormous. The Queen ordered
me to stop, and I removed my hard, dripping dick from Twon's gushing
pussy.
I stood next to the Queen and watched over the course of the next 15
minutes as Twon's breasts continued growing. When they stopped,
they were each the size of a compact car. The gush of milk slowed at
last to a steady dripping and spurting in time to Twon's heartbeat.
"Look at my tits!", she cried, "How I walk?" Several of the women
approached Twon and grabbed hold of her outrageous breasts. The
rubbed themselves sensuously against the softness, occasionally
crawling on top to grind her pelvis into a tits as they fingered their
dripping clits. Twon tried to sit up, but couldn't.
"You don't have to walk anymore Madame Twon," said the Queen,
"You don't have to worry about anything at all. For all I care, you can
go stand on your head." With this, the Queen lifted up the foot of the
table, causing Twon's breasts to fall over her face like two living
pillows. Twon struggled, sensing what the Queen was doing. Her
muffled pleas were cut off by mouthfuls of endless tit. Suddenly, the
sounds stopped and Twon gave a few twitches. She went completely
limp. "You're fired.", hissed the Queen.
"Take the girl away and starve her. Nobody but me carries the mark of
the Queen." Four of the women took Mai away. She looked about at
the mess in the temple, the pools of milk and the spatters on the walls.
"The rest of you, clean up this mess. And you, Art, we'll have to drain
you back down to a manageable size. Go down to the basement and
wait there."
I grabbed hold of my still-stiff dick to keep it from bouncing around so
much that I might pole-vault over it and headed back to the basement.
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