“Oh cool, your place is set up the same as mine.” Hugo says as he takes a step inside.
“So here’s my living room. The bathroom is on the left, the bedroom is on the right; which is where we’re going right now. That’s the tour, come with me.”
Zoe closes the front door and grabs Hugo’s hand, pulling him the short distance from the front landing to the bedroom. Hugo quickly looks around the room, identically laid out but not scaled up 120% like his apartment. He glances at the posters on the wall, reprints from her old living space before the conversion.
“Like what you see?” Zoe gets Hugo’s attention and he turns, looking down at her.
“Very much so, you have good taste in music.”
“I also have good taste in men. So how about we try this new body out? I might have a couple tricks up my sleeve.”
Hugo gently grabs hold of Zoe for a moment, and looks down into her eyes. “Wait, I have to be upfront with you. When I had those growth treatments, everything grew. It’s been a real problem with my relationships since, so I figured I needed to warn you before we go too far.”
“Oh believe me, I’m pretty sure I know what I’m getting into. Walking around with your tall ass, I’ve basically had a front row seat to your package this whole time. Get in bed, and let’s see what kind of firepower you’re packing.”
Hugo sits down on her bed, which creaks in protest under him. He removes his shirt, and tosses it away into the corner of the room. Zoe moves in, standing between his spread legs, and they resume their make-out session.
She feels along Hugo’s chest, to the interface where skin meets the hard edges of his cybernetic shoulders. “Your arms are really nice. Really strong too…”
Zoe runs a hand along his thigh, and sees the bulge of his rapidly growing erection straining against his pants. Zoe takes a step back, says “Watch this.”, and almost instantly absorbs her clothes all at once.
“That’s so damn cool. Might have been fun watching you strip, but I can’t complain.” Hugo flips his shoes off, and kicks them into the same corner as his shirt.
Zoe closes in on Hugo’s pants, and pops his belt buckle. He lifts himself up slightly as Zoe pulls his pants off, and as they some down they reveal the source of his concern. Zoe is nearly bludgeoned by his half-hard cock as it flips free of the tight confinement. No longer constrained, it continues to expand upward and outward. While relatively proportional to his body, it absolutely goes off the scale of normal human dimensions.
“Wow dude, that’s a monster.” Zoe reaches out to touch it, still not quite believing what she sees. She grasps it gently, her hand only reaching almost halfway around. “Damn, I can see why this might be a little much for your average lady.”
“Zoe, If you want to stop, it’s cool - I’m used to it.”
“I told you earlier I’m not like other girls.” Zoe puts her hands on her hips, closes her eyes, and thinks about the adjustment joints in her pelvis. She feels a sliding and stretching sensation as her hips open up, flaring out and massively widening the gap between her thighs. Now a profoundly exaggerated pear shape, she asks, “You like? I don’t think it’s possible for you to hurt this body.”
“Damn Zoe, I am impressed.”
“Just you wait.” Zoe kneels between Hugo’s legs. She grabs hold near the base of his cock with both hands, and guides the tip to her mouth. She takes a tentative lick, and lightly pumps her hands up and down part of his length. She attempts to get her lips around the head, and makes it partially around before her jaw hits its limit.
She tries once more to go deeper, but gives up on that after almost hitting his head with her teeth, and changes tactics. She steals nanogel from around her body, reconfiguring her tongue and adding more mass to it. As her tongue expands and begins winding its way around his cock, Hugo says “Jesus Zoe, that’s amazing.”
“Yeah, I tried thith out on mythelf firtht. It’th awethome.”
Zoe works up and down the shaft with both hands and her tongue, as it winds into a spiral around the shaft and teases the tip; Hugo is clearly enjoying himself.
“Damn Zoe, I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.”
Zoe retracts her tongue to a more manageable length, and continues giving Hugo a handjob, at a slightly slower pace. “Let’s switch it up then - how about you lie back?”
Hugo complies, carefully arranging himself to not hit his head on the headboard, with his legs somewhat awkwardly extending past the foot of the bed. Zoe carefully steps up onto the mattress. She grabs hold of the tip of his cock, sticking up into the air like a flagpole.
She stands over him, only needing to drop down slightly to guide the tip into contact with her outer lips. She slowly tries to lower herself onto his cock, and immediately meets resistance as it tries to bludgeon its way in. Zoe concentrates on relaxing herself, and she’s hit by the nearly overwhelming sensation of the head suddenly slipping into her as her body accommodates the intruder.
“Oh god that’s huge.” Zoe lets herself down slowly, taking small strokes and gradually working herself deeper. As she increases the depth, now about halfway there, they both see the outline of his massive member pushing through her core and distending her stomach outward. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“God Zoe, that’s incredible.”
Zoe responds, “I’m not done yet.” She tilts slightly back, and slides the rest of the way down onto Hugo’s hips. The bulge travels the rest of the way up her stomach, and disappears behind her ribcage - his tip landing somewhere in her chest. Her eyes snap open, overwhelmed by the feeling of her insides getting pushed out of the way.
“Holy shit, are you ok?” Hugo grabs hold of her waist, attempting to lift her up as he sees her eyes roll back and her body go limp.
“God yes… I… Oh fuck!” Zoe’s legs start to shake, overwhelmed by a massive orgasm as her newly extended vagina catches up to the sudden and massive invasion.
As Hugo holds her up, her eyes focus directly into his as she says “Hugo, I want you to fuck the hell out of me.”
Hugo lifts himself and Zoe up in one smooth motion, Zoe still impaled on his length. He sets Zoe on the bed, changing spots with her. He slowly slides halfway out of Zoe, and she gasps at the sudden force pulling through her entire center. He thrusts back in, bottoming out as he tests out her ability to handle him. Zoe can’t say much as another orgasm sweeps over her, her eyes rolling back and a moan escaping her lips.
Hugo pulls almost all the way out, and slams all the way to the base. “You’re amazing Zoe, fuck that’s good.” He increases his pace, the bulge through her center tracing his cock moving through her modified body, vanishing under her ribs, and continuing beyond into formerly impossible depths.
Zoe rides wave after wave of unceasing orgasm, her new body’s sensitivity combining with being absolutely and painlessly impaled by Hugo. She’s unable to form words, reverting to moans and panting as her brain is overwhelmed by the sensation.
Hugo, spurred on by Zoe’s obvious enjoyment and the amazing sensations from her pliant body, doesn’t last much longer. He says to Zoe “I’m getting close”, and Zoe’s eyes roll back again as another powerful peak hits her.
His first shot hits Zoe deep in her chest. The sudden expansion and heat scrambles her onboard AI as it tries to figure out the new liquid intruder, while totally overwhelmed with sensation. Zoe’s body loses cohesion momentarily, as some of her joints unlock and the nanogel’s viscosity is disrupted.
As his cock pumps it’s second and third shot, and his grip around her waist tightens, her body suddenly becomes much harder to hold on to as the simulated flesh gives way under him. He loses balance slightly, tipping backward as her weight shifts.
She suddenly separates at the waist in a splash of pressurized cum and fully liquified nanogel, leaving Hugo holding her lower half, the first half of his cock sticking out of the indistinct dripping mass that was her stomach moments ago. His fourth, fifth, and sixth shots land on her upper body, coating her chest and face with a trail of spunk.
Hugo quickly removes himself from Zoe’s lower half, and sets it down approximately where it belongs. “Holy shit Zoe, are you ok?”
Her eyes swivel toward Hugo, and focus on him as she comes down slightly. “Never better. My legs feel a little funny though. Probably all that fucking…”
“Are you sure you’re ok? You’re kinda all over the place.”
Zoe reclines up on her elbows and looks around, seeing blobs of semi transparent gel spattered around the room, and her lower half still lying on the mattress. “Wow, looks like you did good work, I’ve never heard of someone getting literally fucked in half before.” She smiles, and Hugo’s concern decreases significantly.
The bits of gel blasted around the room begin to drip and roll together, orphaned from Zoe’s control. As Zoe pulls herself together and reconnects, she notices a crater of missing material in her midsection. Her body attempts to correct this by thinning her out evenly in an attempt to pass again as a natural human.
The ball of gel, now containing all of Zoe’s missing mass, and finally noticed by Hugo, squishes down and leaps onto the mattress. “Woah, shit!” Hugo nearly jumps off the bed as it rockets toward him and lands near Zoe’s chest.
Zoe reaches out and pets the blob, which ripples slightly at her touch. “Oh, sorry! Turns out this stuff has a bit of a mind of its own when it gets separated, it’s part of its survival mechanism. It’s also ridiculously cute, which is probably also a survival thing.”
“Huh, see something new every day. Must be a fifth gen thing - still, that’s really cool.”
Zoe presses a finger into the gel. It slowly shrinks away as her body reabsorbs the mass, and fills her out again as it redistributes. “So, Mr. Hugo, I’d ask if you want to stay the night, but I don’t think this bed would really fit the both of us.”
“Makes sense, I’ll have to take you over to my place next time - it’s is the same as yours, just everything was scaled up for my size.”
“Oh, that’s cool! For now, if you want to hop into the shower I’ll tidy this place up - I’m definitely gonna need to change the sheets.”
Hugo nods, and walks to the bathroom. He stoops into the shower and turns the water on. Zoe strips the bed, and throws the sheets into a laundry bag. Hugo hops out, and Zoe trades places with him to quickly spray off. She dries off, and conjures up a casual outfit. By the time she’s done, Hugo’s already dressed and is finishing up folding a hospital corner into her newly changed sheets. “Oh! Thanks Hugo, you didn’t have to do that!”
“It’s no problem, years in the military trained me how to make a bed you can bounce a quarter off of, so I can’t leave until this thing’s perfect.” He smiles and tucks the last flap of blanket into a perfect 45 degree angle.
Hugo throws his shoes on, and Zoe speaks before he has the chance to try for an awkward exit.
“So Hugo, want me to walk with you to the elevator? My evening’s open and I don’t want to just hit it and kick you out.”
“Sure, that would be great! Thanks Zoe!”
They walk back as the artificial lighting in the main corridors reaches its low level, replicating twilight. They make small talk on the short walk over, and Hugo hits the elevator call button when they arrive.
“Hey Hugo, thanks again for all this. I’ve been pretty lost for the past little while, and it’s been great to have someone looking out for me.”
“Thanks Zoe, I’ve been glad to be able to help out, and to show you a good time. It’s been a little lonely even in the massive crowds of this place, and it’s tough finding someone when you’re as out of the ordinary as I am.”
“Hugo, I’m pretty sure you fall well within the ‘normal’ range still. Hell, I was passed by a guy today that was a brain in a metal trash can, and we work with a guy who is a bug made out of other bugs that are also robots. I’m a bag of goo and loose bones pretending to be the old me. You’re fine. Actually, you’re great!”
“Thanks Zoe, that means a lot to me. Also you’re awesome, don’t let anyone tell you anything else. With you on our team, we can accomplish anything.”
“Once I get some more training…”
“Speaking of that, I’m pretty sure we’ll be training together tonight. Alex dropped me a hint to be ready to help you out on the next dream session, so that should be a lot of fun.”
“As long as it’s not the hunter-killer thing again, that was freaky.”
“Naah, if you run straight for the armored truck there’s a microwave beam gun mounted on top. Just shoot it at its head, and keep hosing it down until it explodes. No biggie.”
“Thanks, I’ll make sure to remember that… Getting almost killed in that one sucked.”
The elevator beeps as the car arrives, and Hugo quickly stoops down for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later tonight. Most likely.” He steps into the car. “Just member that whatever happens, it’s all a game.” The doors close.