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Six lost years hadn't changed one thing - you sure knew how to open your big dumb mouth and kill a mood. Even your nonstop erection from since Nevaeh walked in was starting to wilt. You had to fix this.

"Okay okay, sorry, let me get this straight," you say to pierce the beyond-awkward silence. "I've lost six years of my life. In the intervening time, I helped create a revolutionary process that lets any woman have just about any body they want."

The two hauntingly beautiful women before you start to smile a little bit.

You continue, "In general, every Enhanced woman is so grateful that there's an unspoken agreement to do whatever I want, sexually, and they'll feel downright honored to do so." Both women nod enthusiastically at you. "And now that I'm in this state, every Enhanced woman who's learned of the situation has pledged to come to my aid. As some kind of... thanks?"

"Exactly," Lotti says, leaning down over your legs again. "Take me... for example," she adds with a teasing wink. "Used to be nearly as short as boss-woman over there. Sickly my whole life. Doctors found cancer in uterus. Can barely afford treatment. Then Enhancement comes out." She grins and stands tall over you again, hands proudly on her flared hips. "The rest of the story tells itself, I imagine."

"Lotti here was one of the first overseas patients of the first-gen Enhancement," Nevaeh explains. "As for me..." She runs one hand down her short body's indulgent curves. "This has been a life-long fantasy of mine, though I could hardly admit it before. I've always kind of towered over people, commanded people..."

"You were real bitch in grade school, no doubt," Lotti teased.

Nevaeh shot her a withering look, then turned back to you. "You saved Lotti's life and gave her a new body. You turned my fantasy into reality. There are hundreds of thousands of women just in this country alone who have the same kind of stories, and we're still working to spread the Enhancement across the world." She half-climbed up onto the hospital cot, her breasts grazing against your chest as she loomed over you. "So to answer your question... yes." Nevaeh leaned in to kiss your cheek, her mane of soft forest-green hair brushing against your ear, before pulling back.

It was hard to get more definitive than that.

"O-Okay then..." you gasp out, looking between the two serene, hungry women over and over. A hundred positions flashed through your mind, but you were still bound to your hospital bed. "I probably shouldn't overexert myself, but... damn do I need something."

"Anything," Lotti insists with a friendly giant's smile.

"Whatever you want," Nevaeh purrs, leaning in to give you another kiss, this time on the lips.

A thought occurs to you as you look at the shortstack secretary. "You and me... we've done this plenty of times before, haven't we..."

Nevaeh nods, pouting a little sadly at all the time she spent with you now lost. But she rallies and smirks, saying, "Which means I know exactly what you like... I know this is all probably overwhelming, so... mind if I take the lead?"

"Y-Yes," you say almost immediately.

The green-haired woman nods and grabs the hospital bedsheets, tossing them down towards your feet. Lotti finishes the job by ripping it off the bed entirely, rolling the fabric into a giant ball, and tossing it into the corner of the room. Now the erection in your baggy pants is impossible to miss.

"Miss Lotti, show him how good your tongue is," Nevaeh orders.

"YES, Ma'am!" Lotti agrees, pulling down your pants in one sharp tug and exposing your erection to the stale hospital air. Her eyes seem to water just looking at it, even as she licks her lips.

But your view is blocked as Nevaeh climbs up onto the bed and sits on your chest, her generous oversized rear shelf squishing against your ribs not uncomfortably. Before your eyes, she unbuttons the layers of her little business suit until her amazing, pale breasts, covered in a slight sheen of sweat, are exposed before your very eyes. The only thing you can think is: I do good work. These were the impossible ideal of the human breast as a sexual object, perfectly shaped, smooth, flawless, firm yet yielding... and they were now pressed against your cheeks, submerging your world into heat and darkness.

As sight leaves you and hearing becomes muffled, the sense of touch is heightened. You can only feel a pair of firm, plump lips graze the leaky tip of your cock and a long, strong tongue swirl around, grazing the flange of your cockhead. You stiffen and moan into Nevaeh's amazing tits - long-repressed lust finally overtakes adrenaline, and you feel halfway to orgasm right then and there.

Nevaeh pulls back a bit, letting you come up for air, and she turns at a slight angle to put her nipple - thick and proudly turgid, forming an enticing O shape - right in front of your mouth, which is invitation enough. You latch onto her teat, taking a good portion of her puffy areola into your mouth as well, and suck like your life depended on it. She shudders and stifles a tiny moan in her throat - had she gone for an extra sensitivity option as well? From the way her hips try to stealthily buck and grind against your chest in tiny motions, it seems likely.

Lotti's mouth suddenly descends upon your cock in one harsh motion, sinking down to the base and sucking hard before pulling back up, then doing it all over again. She's fucking her face on your cock, making you wonder how hard she can pound you with her hips if this is what she can do with her lips!

The surprises continue, however, as there's a warm splash in your mouth, and a delicious flavor assaults your sense of taste. Nevaeh coos and rubs your head, leaning in to press more of her breast into your face, smothering your nose and chin. "Yes, John, more... I made myself milky, just for you..."

Just that realization alone is too much to take, but you focus on sucking and gulping down as much milk as she's willing to produce for you. It turns out to be quite a bit, and thankfully you were parched anyway. After a minute or so of sucking on one breast, she pulls back, your lips making a popping sound, her soft, amazing breast still leaking. She turns to the other side and presents her other moist teat to your greedy mouth. You weren't one to leave a coworker hanging.

Lotti has fallen into a bit of a cock-worshiping daze. You can't see past Nevaeh what she's doing, but it certainly feels like she's paused the fellatio for a moment to lean down to your balls, kissing and licking them while rubbing her cheek against your saliva-slickened shaft, muttering foreign pleasantries (Hungarian? Your gut says Hungarian) that certainly sound like praise. It's not long before she's back to an even more furious face-fucking, taking all of your length into her mouth on each drop. Did this woman Enhance away her gag reflex, too??

The sheer surprise of all this is all that's keeping you at bay, feeling like you've already skipped over the threshold of orgasm and now you're building up to a second, even more powerful climax. You get active and put your hands on Nevaeh's huge breasts, your fingers sinking into them and accidentally squeezing a fresh burst of breastmilk into your mouth and onto your shoulder, as Nevaeh's restrained whimpering fails and she lets out a gasp and moan of satisfaction. The spot where she's grinding against you is damp.

You're not sure how long it takes before you cum - time loses meaning in this heated, desperate, loving, worshipful embrace. All you know is, there's a moment when Lotti senses the swelling of your cock, so she slides her meaty hands under your ass to lift up your hips, so she can more easily gobble your entire dick into her mouth while you cum directly down her throat. It's impressive and explosive, as though six years of frustration were being unleashed on the giant amazon.

And to think, you were just getting started.