Bizarre .

Francis stared in horror at the huge naked Russian stripper he'd just created. He turned the ray gun over and studied the controls with desperation.

"Shit! Why didn't I study the manual before fucking around with this thing?" He swore.

Inga meanwhile had grabbed her fat boss and lifted him struggling into the air. She held him up in front of her face.

"Let me go, ya Russkie bitch." The fat man screamed, literally wetting himself with fear.

"Hah, you not so big now." Inga laughed. "Inga teach tight Yankee cunt lesson."

With that Inga spread her pussy lips wide and thrust her terrified boss head first into her cavernous pussy. All that could still be seen was his legs from the knees down.

The club by now was in uproar, the clients and staff were screaming and stampeding for the exits. A pair of naked strippers rushed past Francis, their huge silicon tits bouncing madly.

The bouncer fought his way through the mass of frightened people with a .32 revolver drawn. When he saw what had caused the commotion his jaw dropped open in shock. He looked at his handgun and then at the giant Inga.

"Inga honey, you gotta pull him out." The bouncer yelled as he put his gun away. "He'll suffocate in there."

Inga reluctantly realised that the bouncer was right. She pulled the boss out of her gash with a loud "POP" and dropped him soaking wet with pussy juice onto the floor where he curled into a ball, jibbering to himself.

Francis thought he'd figured out the reverse switch.