Marcy looked at the mountainous breasts held under control by the utilitarian bra, at the rounded belly and broad hips, at the heavily fleshed pink thighs showing between the stocking tops and the panty legs, and at the rippling sinews of arm and shoulders. She wondered how it would feel to have sex with a woman built like a weight lifter. She had the distinct feeling it wouldn't be long before she found out.
"Well, shall we begin?" Dr. Villiers said, walking over to the Swedish woman and reaching behind her to unhook the bra and free the huge mountains of her breasts.
Mrs. Swenson watched with her mouth open in surprise while he attempted to encompass the enormous globes with his hands.
"Remarkable, quite remarkable," Dr. Villiers murmured, producing a tape measure and calipers from somewhere and beginning to take careful measurements of the tremendous mammaries. When he finished that, his hand moved into a more direct experiment. It slipped inside the white pants, pulling the crotch to the side so the three watching could see his fingers searching through the thick forest of wiry blonde hair to find the thick-lipped gash of her sex, and start exploring it.
"Remarkable, truly remarkable," Dr. Villiers repeated, as most of his hand disappeared into that massive sex canyon.
"Dr. Villiers, I am a respectable married woman, a professional nurse and physical therapist. Those are the services you pay me for and…" the words of protest trailed off and the woman's head lolled to one side, a strand of hair falling across her forehead. Before their eyes, the disapproving, uptight woman changed into a slack-jawed-sensualist.
Kyle grinned and moved to join Dr. Villiers in his assault on the female leviathan. Using both hands, Kyle lifted one of the Everest-sized breasts, and opening his mouth as wide as he could get it, managed to draw the colossal nipple into it.
"Well, what are you girls waiting for?" Dr. Villiers asked. "I would say there's enough here for all of us. Come, join the experiment."
"I thought you'd never ask!" Karla giggled, and moved quickly toward the three.
Slowly, in the almost trance-like state that seemed to come over her when she was near Dirk Villiers, Marcy also walked toward the group.
"Wow, would you look at that ass!" Karla was saying, going around behind the immobile nurse and pulling the white underpants down off a pair of buttocks so large that each might have made the stern of a fairly large ship. "I haven't seen so much white meat since I visited the white whale preserve."
Marcy squeezed between Kyle and Dr. Villiers, conscious of their firm flanks touching her soft hips, and even more conscious of the smell of sexual excitement Dr. Villiers' hand was stirring up in the swampy valley, between Mrs. Swenson's thighs. There was a strange acrid odor to her cunt that puzzled Marcy as she reached for the gigantic breast that Kyle wasn't working on.
"Well, X-999, showing a little initiative, are you?" Dr. Villiers said in an amused tone. "I like that in my experimental subjects." Withdrawing his hand from the marshy cunt of the moaning woman, he lifted it so they could all see how wet it was, clear up past his wrist.
"Very copious," he said, and lifted his hand higher to sniff at it and then taste it, a puzzled look on his face. "How strange. I wouldn't have believed it. No, not even allowing for that overly starched look and the hyper cleanliness of the woman. It's simply unbelievable. Here, smell this, X-999."
He shoved his wet hand under Marcy's nose. Dutifully, she sniffed and tasted and then looked up at him, her expression as disbelieving as his. "Disinfectant! She smells and tastes like a hospital!"
"So what did you expect?" Karla giggled. "She walks and talks like a hospital, so she's bound to smell like one. Let me see how she is back here." She dropped to her knees and her red head almost disappeared between the massive buttocks.
Mrs. Swenson let out a yelp of surprise as Karla's enterprising tongue tickled the brownish-pink anus, and then jabbed a little way inside. "Please – what are you people doing to me?"
"Experimenting, simply experimenting," Dr. Villiers said calmly. "I'm sure a dedicated person like you wouldn't object to donating your body to science after you were dead, so why should you object to doing the same while you're still alive?"
The huge woman shook as though with the palsy. "That girl – what is she – doing – to my – asshole?"
"She's merely helping you to a deeper understanding of your sexual potential," Dr. Villiers said.
Marcy was working the white pants down the tree trunk legs, exposing a forested area in which Robin Hood and all his merry men could have taken refuge. Dark blonde foliage spread lushly across the base of the woman's belly, ran down the insides of her thighs, and festooned lavishly over the bulging cunt mound.
"Isn't that something?" Marcy marveled, bending over to get a better look at the long, wide, red crevasse that split the mound from top to bottom. "I think I hear an echo."
"Don't be such a smart mouth!" Mrs. Swenson said. "Just because a lady is generously proportioned is no call to…"
"Hey, Doc, if we had a couple more men with good-sized cocks, and we could figure out a way to do it, I'll bet she could take us all inside her at once," Kyle said.
"We'll have to postpone that experiment until a later date," Dr. Villiers said. Using both hands, he spread the opening into Mrs. Swenson's vagina, and both Marcy and Kyle got down on their knees to peer into its pink and purple depths.
"Wow!" Kyle said. "I think I see Stanley in there looking for Livingstone!"
Marcy couldn't think of anything to say. She was overwhelmed by the soap-and-water, disinfectant smell that rose on a wave of heat from the woman's cunt. She reached between her own legs and ran her fingers into her own wet depths, thinking that it would take five or six slits the size of hers to fit into the Grand Canyon she was staring at.
"Why don't you taste it, my dear?" Dr. Villiers said, peeling back one of the hair-covered flaps so it almost touched Marcy's lips.
"Why don't we both taste it?" Kyle said, and without waiting for permission, began to lap at the cunt lip opposite the one Marcy's lips were daintily touching.
Marcy whimpered as she felt Kyle's fingers join her own in her squishy channel. Tentacles of lust curled through every inch of her body, and she hungered for more sex, and more and more. She felt a craving for multiple experiences, she wanted to share her great billowing lust with all these people at once. She let the feeling flow through her until she could bear it no longer, and then she reached out a hand and found the giant phallus that reared from between Dr. Villiers thighs. Her fingers fluttered over it, searching and caressing, before gripping it near the massive head. The other hand located the smaller monster that perpetually rose from Kyle's groin, and then she began to massage both throbbing organs, while her tongue licked and slurped avidly at Mrs. Swenson's steaming gash.
With a sigh like a dying hippo, Mrs. Swenson sank down on her side and the four experimenters swarmed over her like wolves closing in for the kill. And there was plenty of body to swarm over. Dr. Villiers positioned himself over the big woman's face, squatting on her upper chest with his buttocks resting against the ramparts of her breasts. When he was settled, he began to acquaint Mrs. Swenson with his cock. He rolled it over her mouth, rubbed it across her cheeks, poked its big round cap at her nostrils, and then returned to butt it against her closed lips.
Mrs. Swenson made a low, groaning sound as the insistent ramrod flattened her lips against her teeth, increasing its pressure until she was forced to take it in her mouth.
Marcy swung herself around so her, back was to Dr. Villiers, and by reaching around him she could again take hold of his stately cock, even while it shoved in and out of the whimpering Swede's mouth. By leaning forward, Marcy figured she could also reach the patch of wet hair at the base of the woman's belly. She could reach it, but something else had beat her to it. Just inches from her nose, Kyle's prick was sinking into Mrs. Swenson to the hilt.