Mile High Mouthful (2k)

This series will be available as a download in 2k for Mini Bosses, with Big and Mega Bosses receiving the 4k files for these images. All six 2k images will go public in four weeks but this story will remain exclusive for subscribers.

Nikola had butterflies. She was excited. Her heart was racing. It wasn’t the act. She’d done it many many many times before. Too many to count. She used to be a pro. For the cameras of course. For livestreams. Once or twice in hotel rooms to politicians and movie stars and executives and minor royals… ok, maybe more than once or twice. But that was then, back in the day when she was fresh meat in America, and this was now. And now was different. Now she was a mile tall and kneeling in front of her beau. Beau/beefcake. Alvaro had been a line chef in a diner when she met him. She had just retired and was over all that shit. Then he had kind of stepped in to become her manager. Very sweet but it meant she had returned to performing. But only performing now, and only with him. She wasn’t so young anymore, but she had thickened up and still had those huge fake cans she got when that’s what the market wanted. So she did well as an amateur MILF. But far from amateur. And her accent drove the punters wild. Unplaceable eastern European. She probably could sound American by now but she kept the accent to keep the mystique. Like Arnie.

How he’d got them this gig she never knew. Some kind of medical/scientific trials. Double blind, so nobody really knew what was supposed to happen. They were there with all these geniuses and military types, all couples, all super high achievers. She’d felt so out of place going to the facility every day for treatment. Nothing happens for a month and then suddenly BAM! You have a reaction, you both do, and you explode up through the roof. She doesn’t think anyone thought they’d react, or they’d never have put them in the test. Alvaro says he pulled some strings. Sounded like bullshit but here they were. Over a mile tall. And she was going to put on a show. It wasn’t planned and it wasn’t for money. This was for fun. This was for pleasure. This was to show all those stuck up pricks who’d stared at her and stuck money in her bra and sneered at her down their nose. Now she was sneering, now she was powerful. Now she was going to show them that she could do whatever she wanted. That she’d rule the world. With her beefcake. These little things were just props. She delicately pushed the bus down into Alvaro’s piss slit. It was skinny but it was long. He let out a deep groan. He was huge, and with these little bitty people he looked even huger. He was hard now she had him warmed up. She gave a little grin at Alvaro, at the city below her, and finally at anyone in those little vehicles, and then she opened her mouth wide and went to work. She hadn’t decided yet if she was going to spit or swallow…