You meet Alisha.

After a few days, you realize you kept thinking about Mortimer’s offer. You checked out the website and even built a few custom models that had price tags like sports cars. You really tested the limits as far as you felt comfortable without getting wacky. Black girl, curvy, huge bubble butt, big tits and…balls to match? Fat cock, of course. There were no illustration to give you an idea, so you left the creator page open to ponder any additions, but forgot about it and let it time out overnight.

You went about your busy Friday and forgot all about Cockbot’s website. Afterwards, rather than date night like most others, you went to the gym. ‘To keep fit’, you would tell yourself. You don’t workout often, usually just Friday nights with all the other lonely souls. You had a soft body, but resolved to keep from getting to ‘fat’.

As you were walking past the treadmills, she was the only one using them. A chocolate-skinned woman, her breasts bounced mightily with each step. You slowed your walk to steal glances while pretending to respond to a text. As you passed the front of the machines and the panels were no longer blocking the view of her body below her belly, you saw her balls bouncing along in a different rhythm, alternating bouncing off each of her legs as she ran. You dead stopped and stared without realizing it. Her cock was clearly visible in her yoga pants…even her head was peaking through the mesh-like material that usually runs in patterns across the legs. Most women only have skin to show, but this one has a cock running down her pant leg. Her fat mushroom head is positioned right behind a mesh section and is straining the light mesh so it is really more naked than covered. You watch it pull the mesh further apart as it swells slightly. You are staring at a nearly bare huge cockhead.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she spits in disdain at your leering, having noticed you staring.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry, miss….may I?” You blurt out, surprising yourself and her.

“*May* you take a picture? For what? To post on social media?” She frowns.

“N-Nono! Just for myself. I’ve never seen anyone bounce so much before!” That phrasing seemed more like a compliment in your head than in words.

“For yourself? To do *what* with?” Now she has stopped the treadmill and is standing in front of you.

“To…admire?” Smooth.

“I’ll give you something to admire!” She grabs your hand and you are pulled along as she goes to the front desk to pay for a yoga studio room, “I have to teach this man a lesson,” she says.

The clerk yawns, half-asleep. She probably thinks you are going to get screamed at. Your captor signs the paperwork and writes “Alisha” under her name and takes the longest reservation period. Then she pulls you along to the farthest room and once you are inside she locks the door behind you.

There are no windows…to prevent pervving, you suspect. The walls and ceiling are mostly mirrors. The room is fully furnished with a floor mat, refreshments, a private bathroom and shower, and plenty of accessories for yoga, like poles, balls weights, etc. There was even a closet of yoga outfits in every shape and size imaginable for those that didn’t bring their own. You didn’t realize how posh this gym was…but it was expensive and highly recommended. You should have suspected it had some luxury rooms for the popular yoga classes.

“So, you still want that photo?” Alisha has her arms under her breasts.

“Yes?” You squeak.

“To masturbate with? I’ve been photographed a lot without my permission. People just want to imagine me naked for their private fetishes. In all my years, nobody has ever cared what *I* want!” She is basically yelling at this point, but then she says more quietly, “Thank you for asking first. I would rather be photographed in private. So go ahead. Any particular pose?”

“I-uh…” you open your camera app.

“Like, should I give you a good cock shot, or…”

“W-why not…let’s start with that,” you put her in focus.

“You like my cock?” Alisha says as she grabs her cock and pulls it away from her leg under the material.

“It’s so big,” you say in awe.

“It sure is. You like big dicks?”

“I-Not really, but on a girl…it works for me, I guess,” you reply.

“I see,” Alisha titters. “You are tenting your shorts. How about my balls? You liked watching them bounce?” She starts thrusting her crotch so they bounce in the stretchy confines of her pants.

“They just seem so full…of…” You begin and stop.

“Full of cum? Haha, not quite,” she laughs. “Can I see your ass? For my mental photo album only, promise. And I’ll be honest and up front, I’ll be masturbating when I think about it,” she smiles broadly without a hint of enbarassment.

You turn around without hesitation and pull down your shorts and underwear. You wiggle it a bit, playfully.

“I meant with your clothes on, but I’m not complaining! Can you pull your cheeks apart? I have an anal fetish.”

You shrug and kick away your shorts. “So it must be hard to find a woman that likes all you have to offer? With your size and the rest?” You pull your cheeks apart and let her stare.

“Your butt is stretched out a little. And I don’t like women. I like guys, kind of.” Alisha moves in closer to get a better look.

“I play with some big toys, don’t tell me it’s just a little stretched out! I was hoping to find a woman that likes anal play too, someday. Hopefully with a a huge strapon collection.”

“I was trying to be polite,” she reaches out and pats your bottom, “you are *definitely* stretched out. Not ruined, but it’s pretty obvious. Your butthole is at least twice as big as normal. It’s like fist-sized!”

“Thanks! I’m glad you appreciate it! Back to what you said earlier. What do you mean you ‘kind of’ like guys?”

“Let me get more comfortable, since we seem to be getting along so well. Then I’ll answer that.” Alisha pulls off her top while facing away from you, so you see her boobs bounce while being so large compared to her frame that they stick out to either side of her body. Her big bubble butt appears as she pulls down the overstretched leggings and then turns back to you. Her fully erect cock points at you. You pull off your shirt to match her full nudity.

“Guess you liked my butt?” You point at her erection.

“I did. You can touch it, if you want. I did pat your butt, so it would be fair.”

You reach out and grasp her cock. The rivulet of pre running from the tip to the underside wets your fingers. “I-I-Are we…?” You don’t wait for her answer and use her copious fluids to coat her shaft.

“If you want to…” Alisha puts her hands on your hips and turns you gently so you can resist, if you wanted. You don’t resist. With your hand still on her cock, you begin to guide her. “You don’t need to aim. That’s a huuuge bullseye you got for me!”

“Right,” you giggle, “you shouldn’t have any trouble getting in…”

Instead of guiding her shaft, you reach between your legs to fondle her balls. They are tight with the volume they contain.