You are a realtor, not a doctor!

The gate behind you opens, and a curvy figure closes it behind her before running up to you and Cockio.

“What happened?” The redhead demands.

“I, ugh, I had her balls under my belly, and now I think they are *in* my belly!” you panic a bit at being caught.

“Don’t panic, love,” she says as she sits back and looks over the situation. You can’t help but think doomed thoughts as you stare at your client laying on the grass. “You are Haden the realtor, aren’t you? You look a lot different from how I imagined you…” she says, eyeing your body. “Looks like the top isn’t long for this world,” she giggles lightly.

A glance downward and your previously well-fitting top is simply holding your nipples at bay as the rest of your breastflesh spills out. You allow her to untie the neck and let the puppies free. You look up at her, “Thanks.”

“My name is Amanda Johnson, I live next door. I just had to come over and say hello when I saw you two…*enjoying the sun*,” she smirks.

“Nice to meet you, Amanda…” you extend your hand.

“Just call me Johnson, most people do because of my disability.” Johnson takes your hand for a quick shake and guides your eyes down and giggles femininely as you suck in a breath of surprise as you just notice the biggest cock and balls you have ever seen! (You’ve said this like three times in the past few days, right?) She is literally sitting the widest butt cheeks ever on top of balls large enough to actually support her. She is wearing a string bikini similar to yours and hiding nothing, not even her nipples. “It’s just for support,” she comments as you stare at her breasts. Between her legs is a penis wider than her hips and resting on the grass as she sits…and she barely has a chubby. “Johnson,” she concludes. A string bikini strip parts her cockslit. “For decency,” she declares. The rest of it runs directly up to her wide hips. “Child-bearing hips, I was told.”

“H-how did you…are you…?”

“I’m not a robot, Haden. Nor was I born a man like you, no offense. I got myself mixed up in Cockbot’s alpha project when I was in college. This scientist named Mortimer had a dream to make the perfect dickgirl. He needed a model for the female parts…back when I was normal-sized for a girl.”

“You look great now,” you blush.

“Don’t get me started, Haden. Anyways, like many scientists with a dream, it soon turned into a nightmare. The pheromones and hormones…they added them to the earliet prototype models so us humans would be attracted to them like you would be to a human. It worked and soon I was taking so many dicks in each hole at once around the clock. I noticed my bras and panties stop fitting…I thought I was naturally swelling a little because of all the groping and spanking.” Johnson’s face turns a little red at this.

“Who doesn’t like to spice things up? Nobody that’s who,” you smile.

“Thanks, Haden. So, I didn’t really notice the male parts at first. My pussylips seemed to be floppy, but who’s wouldn’t after weeks of double and triple penetration? My clit got longer and longer…even at six inches I didn’t think anything of it.”

She eyes you staring at her now much larger than six inch penis. “Eyes up here.” You snap back to attention, but your eyes drift down to her breasts. “Close, enough,” she giggles. “It’s only when I first shot a load of cum that it dawned on me. By then my balls were as big as oranges and my johnson was a foot long. Talk about being caught unawares. Mortimer brought me in after I complained and complimented me on my new look. He had been…sampling the product, too. His long dick and big balls…we went at it automatically. Our dicks grew daily, but we never got the curves like you see today. When my dick was this big, she gestures, he was in the same boat. He enjoyed it in the ass just like I did,” she giggles again at the absurdity of it all.

“Me three,” you volunteer.

“What a sweetheart! You are definitely a salesman. So he made new models based on my new proportions, and everything in between the first time I set foot in the door and those larger proportions. Everyone would have the right size for them. I imagine other girls ended up in the same boat as me. He gave me a few samples of the end product, with their looks randomized. I still saw my johnson on them. Exactly as it was, just in different sizes. Then I saw others years later, after I got a call about a settlement and a huge check in the mail. These new models…they have their own quirks, right? Certain ‘lucky’ people react to their supposedly ‘safe’ hormone blends. ‘Surgery-free body enhancement’ is what they call it. And you agreed to it. Hundreds of times. Whether you sign up for a shopping account, social media account, or financial account, there is a clause that you can’t sue Cockbot. It’s a little scary…” she looks away. “I had to stop using them, because I was ‘lucky’ on top of being a test subject. So,” she concludes, “The juicy johnson and bollocks come from my modeling days, and the rest from girls like that.”

“I think you can still be a model,” you compliment.

“Sweet as honey. Unlike your girl there, my swimmies will get you pregnant for real, not just inflate your big beautiful belly.” She pats it.

“Circle of life, I suppose. Maybe someday…”

“Oh Haden, if you *ever* feel like you are ready to deal with the consequences of these,” she pats her big balls, “You just have to ring my doorbell! I’d love to start a family someday! It’s a little lonely right now…but I get by with peeping on the neighbors!”

She rises with you as Cockio begins to awake. Johnson hurries off before Cockio fully comes to. You watch her squeeze through the gate and she is gone.

“Hey…are they safe?” Cockio looks around. “My balls…you have them?”

“Uh…yea…”

“Good,” she smiles. “Look at this gaping cockhole! Sweeeet! Want to stick something in it real quick?”

You see a rustle of movement and see Johnson peeking from behind a curtain in her house.

“We have an audience…still…” you correct yourself.

“Here’s a show for them. Grab my hole, and pull!” You grab the top and pull upwards and she pulls downwards. She thrusts her hole at your belly! She almost gets it around, too! You pull harder. “F-Fuck yes! Ugh, feels like I’m about to…ooooo…!” Cockio howls her orgasm.

You look over to the next house and pull Cockio’s cockhole over the remainder of your belly and let go. She has your entire belly in her cock! You see white suddenly cover the window, and it keeps coming like a firehose. Then a massive cum-spewing cock slaps against the window (they must be reinforced) and Johnson wipes some cum off so you can see her face. She giggles as a blast of cum hits her square in the mouth as she was starting to mouth something at you. She clamps her mouth over the tip, and she glances at Cockio coming down from her orgasm.

“I think I’m a new kind of dickgirl…” Cockio sighs. She pulls off you with a pop. Then she hugs you full body. “I can’t wait to go over my offer…”

You feel her stick something up your butt. “Nice rack, too,” she kisses you passionately as she gives you a hard slap on your ass, probably leaving hand prints.

You stand there as Cockio walks off and turn slightly and bend at the waist so your hole faces Johnson’s house. You see the cum already wiped away, and her smiling face staring at you. She mouths, ‘this could be you’ and squashes her massive belly against the large window. It must stick out twenty feet if it wasn’t squished like that, if the volume was in your belly. Then it dawned on you. She smiles knowingly at your expression and confirms it. ‘That was only half’, she mouths. You remember her painting the window white before she even put her mouth on it to catch any. She waves goodbye but doesn’t turn away. You smile back at her, pull your cheeks apart, and sway your hips as you walk back, keeping your gaping hole on full display for her. She give you a thumbs up before you head back into the poolhouse.