“Tricia, I don’t know about this,” Gary gulped, peeking out from the giant woman’s cleavage as she sauntered through the docks, glancing at the warehouses and avoiding the gaze of the handful of workers still present as the sun started to set. Like most men in the post virus world, he was only an inch tall, and his gigantic friend kept him tucked securely between her immense breasts as she moved through the city. Like most futanari women, she was incredibly protective of him, and in spite of his nervousness at the situation, he felt safe with her.

“Don’t worry about it!” Tricia chuckled, running a hand through her bright blue dyed hair, enjoying the night air as she walked behind a shipping container. Tricia always wore fishnet stockings, a short skirt that let her massive girlcock dangle free, and a leather jacket over a low cut T-shirt that gave her ample cleavage she could trap her best friend and favorite toy in. “Look up there,” Tricia continued, pointing at a security camera, “the lights are off, my contact was right! Security on this whole part of the docks pretty much doesn’t exist.”

“Great!” Gary sighed, “So we can-“ He balked as he saw his giant friend pulling a can of spray paint from her belt. “What do you think you are doing!?” he hissed.

“Just having a little fun,” Tricia laughed, starting to spray her familiar green and gold graffiti tag. “We’re early anyways, and if there’s no cameras then who’s going to catch me?”

“Maxine is going to know!” Gary protested.

“Maxine is going to know,” Tricia said in a mocking tone. “Please, she’s never nailed us for anything!”

“Easy for you to say!” Gary said. “When you get arrested they just send you to jail with the other women! I get to have four full sized police girls teasing me and accidentally knocking me over with their cocks!”

Tricia frowned, “how does that accidentally happen?”

“It doesn’t,” Gary sighed. “Also, you know they’ve got those special alternative sentences for men, right?”

“Yeah, your community service sounds a lot better that picking up trash at the park,” Tricia chuckled, finishing her graffiti. She grinned at her work, clipping the can of spray paint back on her belt. “Okay, let’s go check out our contact!”

Tricia walked over to the warehouse, entering through a side door. Inside there were a number of opened shipping containers, groups of shady looking women in track suits unloading unmarked boxes from them onto waiting trucks. The girls in question were young, with reflective sunglasses, and slits in the pants of the black and white striped track gear that let their girldicks flop out in an arrogant style. As Tricia entered the warehouse they all looked over, and a few of them noticed Gary tucked in her cleavage.

“Hey gals,” one laughed, “looks like someone brought a party favor!” Wolf whistles and jeers echoed from the half dozen or so women, and one stroked her cock, eyeing him hungrily. “Ey Tricia,” she shouted, “hows about you leave little Gary there with us girls while you talk to the boss? We’ll show him a good time!” The room erupted in agreement, and Gary gulped, trying to slide lower into Tricia’s cleavage and out of sight.

“He’s staying with me,” Tricia chuckled dismissively, walking by the girls who feigned disappointment as they continued loading the boxes.

They finally reached the back office of the warehouse, where a middle aged brunette woman in a tank top was waiting behind a desk. She was a busty woman, made all the more evident by the thin white tank top she wore, and her hips were equally wide, her enormous ass jiggling slightly as she stood up, giving Gary a look at her dick, slid into a pair of tight fitting jeans that let him see the bulge.

“Tanya!” Tricia said with a smile. “Long time no see!”

“Good to see you too Tricia, staying in trouble I hope?” the woman laughed. She bent down, picking up a large box off the floor and hefting it onto the desk. “And you Gary, cute as ever!”

“Uh, thanks,” he gulped, peering out from between Tricia’s breasts.

“So, I’m guessing you didn’t drag Gar-Bear there all the way down here just to let me ogle his cute ass?” Tanya laughed.

“Nope, he’s the guy to check your product,” Tricia said with a grin.

Tanya nodded, becoming serious as she produced a switchblade from her pocket. There was a click, and a moment later she was slicing the tape off, opening the box to reveal row upon row of packaged trading cards. With a flick of the knife she opened one of the packages, letting the cards fall across the desk.

Tricia smirked, and Gary yelped in surprise as her giant fingers plucked him out of her cleavage, gently placing him down on the table. He nodded, making his way over to the massive cards, each one nearly the size of his entire bedroom’s floor.

“Okay,” Gary muttered, “looks like we’ve got imported Chekomon cards, stamps of authenticity…” He crawled over the cards, noting the smaller print patterns, the font, and other things that he’d memorized in his nerdy days in the high school’s anime and manga club. “Yep, these are all real,” he said finally, standing up. “All holographic foils, street value of at least half a million.”

Tanya clapped excitedly, “Bingo, bango, we have a winner!” She looked up at Tricia, “Can you and the cutie there find a buyer?”

“What!?” Gary exclaimed. “I-I thought we were just getting paid to authenticate-“

“Sure, we can sell them!” Tricia said excitedly.

“Great, since they were smuggled in without paying import taxes, you should be able to undercut all the card stores,” Tanya said with a nod.

“I’m not sure if-“ Gary started, but he was cut off as Tanya slammed her girlcock onto the table in front of him, grinning down wickedly.

“I think a thank you is in order for a woman who’s making you this kind of money?” Tanya asked with a laugh. With a sigh, Gary trudged forward, planting his lips on the giant girlcock, causing Tanya to shiver with pleasure. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” Tanya muttered.

Tricia reached down for Gary, plucking him off the table and slowly tucking him back into her cleavage. “You sit tight there,” Tricia said, pressing on his head and letting the warm, pillowy globes surround him. Tricia leaned down to pick up the cards, hefting the box with a grunt. “We’ll get you your cut,” Tricia vowed, turning to go.

“It’s the cops!” someone outside shouted.

Gary’s heart skipped a beat, and Tricia froze. Outside the windows red and blue flashing lights spun, and behind them Tanya swore angrily. “It’s a bust!” she shouted.

Before Gary could say anything, his world shifted as Tricia sprinted towards the office door. Out in the main part of the warehouse, the police women were already handcuffing the girls in track suits, who weren’t bothering to resist as more blue uniformed women stormed through the entrances.

“Shit!” Tricia muttered. She bolted towards the one side door without any police near it, and behind them Gary heard shouts and a few whistles blowing. Tricia burst through the door, stumbling into the alley.

“Stop!” a police officer shouted, but Tricia kept going… or she would have, but her foot landed on the very same can of spraypaint she’d tossed to the ground earlier that night.

“SHITTTT!” Tricia screamed, tumbling over and dropping the box of trading cards. Gary shouted too, and felt the inertia of the fall as he was sent flying out of Tricia’s cleavage and sprawling across the ground.

“Ugh…” Gary slowly managed to stand up, but the world shook as Tricia launched back to her feet, taking off through the alley as he looked on in shock. Did she notice I was gone!? He looked around at the scattered trading cards, and a moment later a shadow fell over him, and he gulped as he saw the outline of a police woman, looming over him with the silhouette of her hat causing him to blink as she moved under the streetlamp and into view.

“Hey Gary,” Officer Maxine giggled, holstering her nightstick and crossing her arms as she looked down at him. She was an athletic blonde, with short cut hair and a cock that wasn’t quite as large as Tricia’s tucked conservatively along the side of her pantsleg.

“Oh crap,” Gary gulped. “M-Maxine, this isn’t what it looks like!”

“It looks like you’re sitting in the middle of a bunch of illegally imported trading cards,” Maxine smirked.

“They’re not mine!” Gary insisted.

“Uh huh,” Maxine said, rolling her eyes. “I’m guessing they belong to that blue haired delinquent you hang out with, then?”

Gary almost agreed, but stopped himself just in time. “Uh, no,” he lied, “I’m not sure who’s they were, I didn’t see them! I was out on a walk and-“

“A tiny guy was out walking around this neighborhood by himself?” Maxine asked skeptically. “Yeah, sorry Gary, but I’m taking you in for questioning.”

“Aw, come on,” Gary said, giving her a weak smile. “You can’t let your old anime club pal go? For old time’s sake?”

“That doesn’t work when Tricia tries it, and it won’t work for you,” Maxine retorted. With a smirk she knelt down, reaching for him. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you!”

Gary felt her fingers curl around his body, and she stood up, moving him around her back and giving him a view of her shapely ass, well honed from hours in the gym and her morning jogs. His eyes went wide as she hooked a thumb inside the hem of her pants, pulling them and her underwear away and revealing the twin globes of her buttcheeks.

“Wait, maybe I saw something!” Gary shouted.

“Nope, too late,” Maxine said smugly. She released her grip on him, letting him flail through the air as he fell down into the waiting hammock of her panties. Gary’s body bounced against them, sliding lower until he reached the bottom, where his final resting place put him face to face with her ass crack. “Goodbye,” Maxine teased, releasing the hem of her pants and trapping him in the darkness.

Maxine patted her bottom once, enjoying the feel of her old classmate’s struggles as she sauntered smugly back to the other police. “Did you catch the girl who was running?” a sergeant asked.

“Nope,” Maxine replied. “I took a male into custody,” She patted her ass again, causing the other policewomen to chuckle, giving each other knowing glances. “I’m taking him back to the station for some questioning!”

“See you there,” The sergeant nodded.

Maxine made her way to her police cruiser, slowly sitting down in the driver’s seat with a sigh and making herself comfortable.

Wedged between her cheeks, Gary felt the weight of her massive body pressing on him from all sides, the warmth of her body covering him as he grunted from the pressure as she ground her bottom against the driver’s seat. The slight musk of sweat told him she was probably at the end of her shift, and while she didn’t smell bad, he could immediately tell she’d been working all evening.

She’s just giving you a hard time because you know each other, Gary reasoned, she’ll probably take you back to the station, tease you a bit, and then let you go like always! He heard the sound of the engine starting, muffled and far away, and a moment later Maxine giggled, the vibrations echoing down to him as she ground her bottom against the seat again.

…

Gary blinked as the bright light of the interrogation room blinded him. Maxine had pulled him out of the back of her panties, and had set him in the middle of the silver table while she leaned over him, smirking as he tried to get his bearings.

“Enjoy the ride?” the gigantic woman asked with a smirk

“Just as comfy as always,” Gary muttered. He grunted as she extended a finger, slowly pushing him over onto his back. Maxine casually toyed with him, using her fingertip to casually roll him back and forth over the table.

“So you know you fucked up this time, right?” Maxine asked finally.

“What’s the big deal?” Gary asked. “It’s just some trading cards, I mean uh… that’s what I heard, from the person carrying them anyways.”

“They’re illegally imported,” Maxine said with a shrug. “You could go away for this one Gary! Not for a long time, but long enough to go to real prison and not just jail. Imagine a cute guy like tiny little you dealing with the girls down at the State Penitentary!”

Gary paled, it was notoriously rare for any males to get sentenced to prison in the post Futanari virus world. “I-I guess having to make friends with a few prison guards might not be so bad!”

“Hmm… maybe,” Maxine mused, “or you could just rat out Tricia and take the probation!”

“I can’t rat out Tricia,” Gary protested, “she’s my best friend!”

Maxine huffed in annoyance. “I don’t understand why she won you over! Didn’t we used to have fun?” She leaned back in her chair, slowly unbuttoning the top of her uniform. Gary’s eyes went wide as she took her hat off, shaking her hair back and forth, giving her a slightly wild look as she finished undoing the third button, revealing her own pert breasts and the black bra that held them in place. “Maybe you could spend all day riding around in my tits instead of hers?”

“I…” Gary gulped, looking up at them. Maxine just chuckled, reaching out for him and curling her fingers around him. Where Tricia often had black painted nails, Maxine’s were clean and well trimmed, and the blonde brought him up to her chest, sliding him in against the cup of her bra so that he could feel the warmth of her erect nipple against his body.

“Maybe they’re not as big as Tricia’s,” Maxine purred, “but I think you could get used to them, what do you think?”

Gary collapsed against the gigantic breast, sighing in defeat. “I don’t think this is how questioning a suspect is supposed to go,” Gary said finally, smiling up at her.

“Nah, usually you’d have a lawyer or something,” Maxine replied, “but you also wouldn’t get to snuggle my tits, so it evens out.” She sighed, “So, here’s the deal, you can get me as your probation officer, and then we get to spend the next six months or so together, just like old times!”

“And Tricia?” Gary asked.

Maxine groaned, “Again with her? She brought you into a life of crime and then she ditched you to save herself!”

“It was an accident!” Gary insisted, “she didn’t know!”

“Whatever,” Maxine sighed, “Look, I’ll call up the DA’s office and-“

The door to the interrogation room burst open, and Maxine went rigid. “Maxine!” another policewoman said, “the fleeing girl from the warehouse bust was just spotted across town! The Sargeant said to let you know!”

“Yes, very good,” Maxine gulped, making sure not to turn around and reveal her unbuttoned shirt, or the tiny man tucked into her bra. The door closed behind her, and she breathed out in relief. She glanced down at Gary, “Looks like we’re going to go get Tricia right now!”

“What do you mean we?” Gary asked.

“Like I’m leaving you back here with anyone else,” Maxine laughed. She reached down, pushing him down into her bra once again, snuggly pressing him into the cup so he couldn’t escape. The world went dark as she buttoned up her shirt, a smug smile on her face as she walked out into the hall with her tiny perp imprisoned against her breast, completely unseen by any of the other officers as she left the building.

…

Tricia burst into her apartment, panting as she pushed the door closed behind her. It was a dingy studio apartment that she shared with Gary, and he had his own little “room” on a nightsand by her bed. Clothes littered the floor, along with a few fast food wrappers and a beer bottle or two, a stark contrast to Gary’s own tiny monument to order and cleanliness, with his tiny bed, bookshelf, and TV ordered perfectly. Tricia quickly locked the door, going over to the window and peering out through the blinds. After a tense few moments, she finally relaxed.

“Whew, that was a close one!” she laughed. “Okay Gary, I think you were right about getting mixed up with the mob!”

Only silence answered her, and she was suddenly aware that she didn’t feel any familiar squirming in her cleavage. She gulped, slowly looking down, and in a panic she reached into her bra, reassuring herself that he’d just fallen further down somewhere.

“Gary, come on, you’re scaring me!” she yelped.

A knock at the door startled her, and she went to the peephole. Maxine, she thought angrily, seeing the familiar smug face peeking out from beneath the policewoman’s cap.

“Come on Tricia,” Maxine laughed. “I know you’re in there!”

“Get a warrant!” Tricia shouted back.

“I remember the first time you kicked me out because Gary told you I couldn’t come in there without a warrant,” Tricia sighed, “ah memories…”

“Yeah well uh, me and Gary are pretty tired, and don’t want to talk to any cops tonight, so scram!” Tricia replied.

“That’s funny, I’m pretty sure Gary’s tucked against my tits right now,” Maxine said with a smug grin.

Tricia paled, pressing her eye against the peephole, “Prove it!”

Maxine glanced around, then unbuttoned the top of her shirt, casually reaching in and withdrawing the tiny man. Tricia swore under her breath as she saw Gary held up to the peephole, waving sheepishly.

“Hi Tricia… she got me,” he said.

A series of clicking sounds rang out as Tricia slowly unlocked all of the bolts, and with a sour expression she cracked the door. “How bad is it?” she asked slowly.

“Gary’s looking at a nice long probation strapped to my cock,” Maxine taunted, patting the massive member through her pants. “Don’t worry though, I’ll take real good care of him!”

“So why are you here?” Tricia scowled, “just to gloat?”

“No,” Maxine laughed, “I’m here to tell you that with Gary’s plea deal, you’re going up the river for those smuggled trading cards!” Before Tricia could reply, Maxine pushed her way in, Gary’s world shifting like a rollercoaster as the policewoman held him in one hand. Suddenly he was being held over Tricia’s own cleavage, much larger and more open than Maxine’s. “Hold Gary a moment?” she giggled, causing Tricia to blink as the policewoman shoved the tiny man between her breasts.

“Huh?” Tricia glanced down at Gary in surprise, but a *click* rang out, revealing the purpose of the distraction as Maxine slapped a pair of handcuffs on the blue haired girl. “Oh, fuck you, Maxine!” Tricia said angrily, “we’ve been over this, you can’t just handcuff me for fun!”

“Nope,” Maxine said with an almost sad smile, “this time I’ve got you, Gary’s going to flip on you after you left him back there!”

“It was an accident!” Tricia exclaimed, her struggles causing Gary’s fleshy prison to jiggle as he tried to fight his way upwards. She looked down at her chest, spotting Gary just as he surfaced with a gasp. “You believe me, right?”

“I…” Gary gulped, looking back and forth between the two gigantic women. “I don’t know!”

Tricia sighed, “Hey, Maxine, can we get a few minutes alone? To talk?”

“No, I’m not leaving my witness alone with my perp,” Maxine huffed dismissively.

“Come on, we were all friends once?” Tricia pleaded.

“Yeah, and then you stole Gary and turned to a life of crime!” Maxine retorted.

“She didn’t steal me,” Gary muttered.

“Is that what this is about?” Tricia laughed. “We could have shared Gary, Maxie!”

Gary gulped, looking up at Tricia nervously, “Wait, what?”

“That’s officer Maxine, ” she growled, crossing her arms, “and obviously that wasn’t-“

“Come on,” Tricia giggled, “just uncuff me, I’ll strip Gary down, and we can show you all the crazy stuff we’ve been getting up to since you went off to the police academy!” Tricia glanced down at Gary, who slowly grinned.

“Yeah,” he joined in, “we always wished you would get freaky with us, but there was never a good time to bring it up.”

Maxine gulped, a blush coming to her face, “I uh…” She cleared her throat, “it would be very improper to-“

“Have you ever felt what it’s like when a boy touches your cock?” Tricia jumped in. “They tell you it feels good, but wow… ”

Maxine blinked, taking off her police cap and fanning herself slowly, “I uh… never really tried to get close to any other guys,” she mumbled.

“Now there’s the crime,” Tricia chuckled, her voice going low. “Let’s do it Maxine, right here, right now… you, me, and Gary!” She glanced down at her wrists, “Take the cuffs off, or leave them on, if you prefer…”

Maxine glanced back at the door, then swore under her breath, walking back to push it shut. She quickly locked it, tossing her hat away and looking over to the pair nervously. With her face still beet red, Maxine started unbuttoning her shirt, leaving it on the ground before moving to her belt.

“Here comes Maxine’s mini,” Tricia said, licking her lips as the other futanari slid her pants down.

“I-It’s not small!” Maxine stammered as her girl-cock slid out.

“It’s fucking huge, seriously!” Gary said, encouraging her.

“For a boy, sure, all girls have huge cocks,” Tricia teased.

Maxine’s member was already rising, and while it wasn’t the impressive ten inch monster that Tricia’s was, it still loomed over Gary as she stood, naked, over her sitting prisoner and the tiny man tucked between her breasts, hands on her hips and a goofy grin on her face.

“If you really think it’s small Tricia, you won’t have any problem sucking it!” Maxine taunted. She grabbed a handful of the other woman’s blue hair, pulling her close. Tricia didn’t resist, sliding her lips over the other girl’s futa-cock, causing Maxine to moan in delight as her nemesis deep throated her.

Gary looked up, spellbound, from his place tucked between Tricia’s breasts. Maxine loomed overhead like a goddess, the heat from her body radiating down even to him, mixing with Tricia’s own as the punk girl became flushed with excitement. There was a wet *pop* as Maxine pulled her member out of Tricia’s mouth, stroking now wet shaft as a drop of Tricia’s spit fell down onto Gary, splashing over his body and instantly soaking him.

The tiny man’s cry of surprise drew the giant policewoman’s gaze downwards, and she grinned, “There’s my little Gary…” she muttered. She reached down, pinching him between her gigantic fingers and pulling him free, flipping him up into her palm. “Strip,” she ordered, her face filling his field of vision as she looked exicitedly down at her tiny captive.

Gary nodded, quickly doing his best to remove his shirt, tossing it over the edge of her hand and letting it flutter to the floor. His pants went next, and he turned around to face the mountainous woman, letting her take in his body with an amused smile.

“God, boys are so cute with their little cocks,” Maxine chuckled. Her fingertip came around, knocking him over into her palm as she gently pressed it between his legs. The soft ridged skin of her finger slowly rubbed at his crotch, causing him to squirm in pleasure while she watched in fascination. The finger withdrew after a few seconds, leaving Gary looking up at her in disappointment, but she just smirked. “I had a few ideas on what I would have liked to do with you , if I had the chance,” she muttered, “in fact we’re going to do a lot of fun stuff during your probation…” Her gaze drifted down to Tricia, “but since I have both of you here, I think I want my first time playing with a tiny guy to be special!”

“You want me to suck you off while he rides you?” Tricia asked with a grin.

“Almost,” Maxine replied. She roughly pushed Tricia flat on the bed, causing the girl to grunt in surprise and her handcuffs to jingle. Maxine looked around for a moment, then grinned as she spotted a small folding knife on Tricia’s nightstand. She reached for it, and Tricia’s eyes went wide.

“Hey, be careful with-“ Tricia was cut off as a loud ripping sound echoed through the tiny apartment, and she looked down in surprise at her ruined shirt and bra, now cut right down the middle, falling away and revealing her massive chest.

“You learn all kinds of cool tricks at police academy,” Maxine giggled, twirling the knife. With a flick of her wrist she threw it at the wall, and both Gary and Tricia stared as it embedded itself directly between the eyes of the singer on one of Tricia’s old punk rock posters.

“Wow,” Gary croaked.

“They teach you how to cut clothes off at the police academy?” Tricia asked skeptically.

“As a matter of fact they do!” Maxine laughed, gripping Gary tightly in her hand as she climbed onto the bed. The old springs creaked, and she brought herself up, straddling the punk girl as she sat cross her body, laying her cock across Tricia’s breasts. “Hands above your head,” she ordered, smiling as the handcuffs clinked again as Tricia moved to obey.

“Oh no officer, please don’t hurt me!” Tricia said playfully.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you,” Maxine replied with a growl. She slowly lowered Gary down to her cock, letting him stare at it for a moment. It was far from the first futanari cock he’d seen, but they were always overwhelming to the senses, the sheer size, the heat radiating off of them, the musk. He moaned as he leaned forward, pressing his body against her shaft in a hug. Maxine shivered, the touch of the tiny man already sending tingling sensations throughout her body. Without another word she brought him up to the head of her cock, tucking him tightly under her foreskin and trying to stifle a gasp as the feeling of his tiny body against her head nearly made her topple over.

“I know it’s your first time feeling a boy touch your girl cock,” Tricia teased, “but try not to cum too quick!”

“T-That’s enough out of you!” Maxine stammered, struggling to remain lucid as Gary squirmed against her most sensitive places.

For Gary it was like being pulled tightly by a warm blanket against her head, the musky aroma surrounding him as he spread out, moving beneath her foreskin as she slowly leveled her cock with the bottom of Tricia’s breasts.

“I’ll admit it Tricia,” Maxine breathed, “I’ve been jealous of you for years, you’ve got bigger tits, a bigger cock, you got Gary…” she grinned, “but now you’re handcuffed, and I’m gonna fuck those big tits! And Gary with them!”

With that she gripped Tricia’s breasts, sliding her girlcock up between them, still lubricated by the punk girl’s spit from before. To Gary it was like riding on a rollercoaster as the giant policewoman thrust in and out of the giant mountains of pillowy flesh, her gasps from overhead muffled as her cock, and Gary, were thrust in and out of Tricia’s cleavage.

“That’s it Maxine,” Tricia moaned lustfully, “give it to me! I’ve been such a bitch to you, teach me a lesson!”

Maxine just gasped in response, holding Tricia’s breasts together and squeezing them tight enough to make the punk girl wince. Against her cockhead Gary could feel her pulse quickening, and the head of her cock throbbed as she neared orgasm.

“Fuck me, I can’t believe this is how it ends,” Tricia continued, her voice going breathy. “Maxine’s gonna cum all over my face, and Gary’s going to be yours, yours forever!”

“AHH!” Maxine shrieked, her body going rigid as Tricia’s words brought her over the edge.

Gary felt the eruption of hot sticky cum, blasting him out like a volcanic eruption as he splattered with it across the top of Tricia’s chest. He struggled in the warm goo, coughing and sputtering as it filled his mouth and nose. Dimly he was aware of more of Maxine’s seed splattering across Tricia’s face, causing the punk girl to wince as it hit her eye, and more spurted around her breasts, finally leaving Tricia’s upper body nearly coated in the translucent white futa-cum.

Maxine’s eyes fluttered backwards, and her breathing hitched. From his place glued to Tricia’s chest, he watched as the giant policewoman slowly toppled over, her eyes closing and a soft snooze escaping her as she instantly passed out.

“Ha, I fucking knew she wouldn’t be able to handle us,” Tricia laughed, sitting up.

“D-Did you really know she’d get knocked out from that?” Gary stammered, struggling to free himself as the glob of cum he was stuck in lazily drifted down between Tricia’s tits.

The punk girl noticed him, and with a smile dipped her finger low, wiping the cum, and Gary, up with one finger. She raised it to her face, admiring for a moment how Gary squirmed pathetically in the policewoman’s seed as it dried slowly. Without answering him she tilted her finger into her mouth, darkening Gary’s world for a moment while she sucked greedily on her finger, enjoying the rich salty flavor of Maxine for a moment while Gary just shouted in surprise, held in place by her massive tongue. When she was satisfied that he was clean, she spat him into her hand, smirking down at him as her spit glistened on his tiny body.

“I knew that a goody two shoes like her probably wasn’t used to how it feels to cum with a tiny guy pressed against your girlcock,” Tricia explained. “I was expecting her to be disoriented for a few minutes, but…” she glanced at the sleeping and still Naked Maxine, who was sprawled on Tricia’s bed with a dreamy smile on her face and a few droplets of cum still leaking from her deflating cock. “Well, I didn’t expect it to work this well,” she laughed.

She curled her finger around Gary protectively, glancing around her apartment until she spotted Maxine’s cast off policewoman’s uniform. With a grin she quickly ran over to it, finding the handcuff keys on the belt. She quickly unlocked them, fighting the urge to squeal in excitement as the metal bonds fell to the ground with a *clink.*

She quickly hurried back over to Gary’s nightstand, placing him gently among his bed and other furniture. “Get dressed,” she ordered, running to the bathroom, “I’m going to go wipe her cum off and get a new shirt, then we’re out of here!”

“Where are we going?” Gary shouted after her.

“I don’t know, Mexico maybe?” Tricia replied, disappearing into the washroom.

Gary sighed, getting his clothing on and glancing over at Maxine’s giant form, still sleeping peacefully on the bed. She always did go easy on us when she could, he thought, frowning and trying to push their old antics out of his head.

Tricia reappeared then, freshened up, with a new shirt, and her jacket back over it, a grin on her face as she extended a hand down for him to climb on. “Okay, ready to go start a new life south of the border? I’ll smuggle you over somewhere that the federales will never think to look!”

“No,” Gary said, crossing his arms and looking up at Tricia. “I think… I think I’m done with all of it.”

Tricia blinked, “What? Come on, we’re like Bonnie and a really tiny Clyde!”

“I think I’m going to take Maxine up on her offer,” Gary said slowly, “go legit…”

“Is this about losing you back there?” Tricia asked, exasperated, “I told you, it was an accident!”

“No,” Gary sighed, “I believe you, but I want to get a real job, maybe work at one of those men’s salons painting nails, no more criminal stuff.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Tricia grumbled, glancing at the unconscious Maxine. “This is all your fault!” she mumbled. “You know she’s going to pull strings and get to be your probation officer, right? Are you okay being Maxine’s personal toy for the next year?”

“You seemed pretty excited when she had you handcuffed,” Gary retorted.

Tricia blushed, “I-I was just playing along,” she insisted, “but…” she chuckled and looked at Maxine, “Damn, that was a side of her I’ve never seen.” She sighed, chewing her lip, “You’re sure about this? You want us to go in with her?”

“Yep,” Gary said with a nod.

“Alright,” Tricia sighed, “but we’ve got to go do one more thing first.”

“What’s that?” Gary asked as she reached down to pick him up.

“If she was going to cut you a deal to flip on me, then I need to cut a deal to flip on someone bigger!” Tricia laughed. “What, you think I was just okay going to jail?”

“Wait, Tricia, this sounds super dangerous!” Gary protested, but Tricia was already shoving him back into her cleavage, pressing him deep enough that his cries were muffled as the warm flesh molded around him.

Tricia smirked at Maxine’s unconscious form one last time, then glanced down at her uniform. With a wicked grin she picked up the officer’s hat, putting it on her head as she headed out the door.

…

Maxine groaned as she finally came to, her body still having the pleasant tingling after effects of an orgasm so powerful it had knocked her out. She smiled for a moment, then froze, looking around at her surroundings as the events of the previous hour came flooding back.

“TRICIA!” she shouted, leaping out of the bed, fury on her face as she looked around. As she’d feared, Tricia was gone, and Gary with her. Swearing under her breath, she quickly got dressed, buttoning up her uniform and scanning the floor for her hat. “She wouldn’t,” Maxine growled, “Oh that bitch is about to learn the meaning of police brutality…” She reached for her keys, then fought the urge to shout again as she realized they were gone too.

…

“Wee woo wee woo,” Tricia laughed, mimicking the red and blue siren and navigating the squadcar through the streets, enjoying the way the other cars moved out of the way for her.

“At least turn the siren off!” Gary protested, “You’ll attract attention!”

“Ah, who cares,” Tricia said dismissively, pointing at the police hat, “everyone we pass will just think I’m a cop!”

“So, what’s your big plan to find something big enough to get you out of prison?” Gary asked, “because I’m pretty sure stealing a police cruiser is just making it worse!”

“Easy,” Sandra explained. “Tanya had another big scheme going besides the trading card thing, her gals were going to rob the Northern Candles factory tonight! I wasn’t going to touch it because it sounded too hot, but the way I see it? I just go there, tell the girls that Tanya sent me, then I’ll call Maxine to come arrest them all once they break in!”

“But they’ll know Tanya didn’t send you!” Gary protested.

“Tanya’s probably still in lockup over the trading card raid,” Tricia said dismissively, “besides, she’s probably going up the river for that, so it’s no big deal!”

…

Maxine’s fingers drummed the side of her walkie talking as she tried to consider how to tell her superiors that she’d lost the male witness, the female subject, and her squadcar. I’ll say Tricia surprised me with karate, she reasoned. She knocked me out with a punch, it’s half true, right?

Her phone buzzed, and she sighed, reaching into her pocket. Her blood boiled as she saw Tricia’s name, and she answered it. “You are so dead,” she spat. “Where’s Gary? He better be safe!”

Miles away Tricia chuckled, glancing down at the tiny man between her breasts, “He’s very close to my heart,” she taunted. “Hey, did you know we wear the same hat size?”

“The girlcock of lady justice will not arrive lubed Tricia!” Maxine rasped through gritted teeth.

“Yeah well before you fuck me with the long dick of the law, Gary and I have a proposition of sorts,” Tricia replied. “You’re not in a great spot yourself, losing both of us and your car, even if we get caught, you’re probably going to get in some trouble, right?”

“N-Not as much as you!” Maxine stammered.

Tricia chuckled over the phone, “Right, well our idea is that I can lead you to a big bust, tonight. One of Tanya’s plans that I wasn’t part of, but I’ll be there when it happens and you can say I was your insider. You’ll get to look like the hero cop, and in exchange you give me the same deal you were giving Gary, easy probation under your supervision!”

Maxine thought about it, briefly imagining having both Gary and Tricia under her thumb, then slowly grinned, “Oh, I think that could work…”

“Great, we’ve got a deal,” Tricia said. “We’ll be at the Northern Candles factory, be there in an hour!”

“You two took my car, how am I supposed to get there?” Maxine asked with a scowl.

“Take a cab or something, what am I, your mom?” Tricia replied. There was a click as she hung up the phone.

You are going to pay your debt to society SO HARD! Maxine seethed.

…

The Northern Candles factory was on the outskirts of town, past the suburbs and in an old industrial park surrounded by warehouses. The chain link fence around the complex hadn’t deterred the group of thieves, who simply drove their large semi-truck through the open gate, the night guard having been paid off in advance.

“Looks like they’re already here,” Tricia said, exiting Maxine’s squadcar and making her way across the lot. The semi truck was parked near the loading bays, which were open, and the sound of a running forklift echoed from somewhere inside.

“This is nuts,” Gary muttered, shivering and fighting the urge to sink lower into Tricia’s cleavage, taking refuge from the tense situation between her warm breasts.

“It’s going to be easy,” Tricia laughed. She sauntered into the loading area of the factory, waving at the group of women, who were wearing black turtlenecks, track pants, and black ski-hats. They stopped what they were doing, glaring at her.

“What are you doing here Tricia?” one asked in a low voice.

“Tanya said you girls might need a little extra help on this one,” Tricia replied casually, “So me and Gary decided to come on over.”

“Why would you bring a guy on this job?” one of the women asked skeptically.

“I’m good at valuing stuff?” Gary offered.

“These things are all already marked,” one woman said, reaching into a box and pulling out a large jar candle. “Sixty bucks, right there on the sticker.”

“Sixty bucks?” Tricia laughed, “wow, and they say we’re the criminals. Anyways, yeah Tanya said Gary and I should come help count the boxes, and-“

“That’s awfully strange,” Tanya said, walking into view and crossing her arms with a frown. “I think I’d have remembered that.”

Tricia paled, and Gary squeaked in fear, sliding down between her tits and out of sight. “H-Hey Tanya,” she stammered. “You’re out already?”

“They put the wrong address on the search warrant,” Tanya replied angrily, “my lawyer got it tossed.” She reached into her pants pocket, withdrawing a tiny man in a suit who looked flustered.

“T-That’s right, clearly unconstitutional-“ he began.

“Shhh,” Tanya chuckled, pulling her track pants away and sliding the tiny man down into her underwear, sliding him up against her own bulge. “I always keep my legal counsel with me,” she said, patting the bulge of her girlcock before turning to the two. “Now, why are you and Gary here Tricia?”

“To help?” Tricia replied weakly.

“You know, I wondered who the rat in my organization was,” Tanya mused, “but I think I just figured it out!”

“Wait! I’m not the rat!” Tricia protested as the women surrounded her, cracking their knuckles and grinning.

…

Gary squirmed as the trio of busty brunettes giggled down at him, the center one slowly tying him up with a long string of dental floss. “There you go cutie, now give me a thank you kiss,” she said with a wink. She brought him down to her pants, which had an open crotch, letting her girlcock flop out. She pressed his face against it, the warmth of her shaft heating his face.

“Okay girls,” Tanya laughed, “Let’s reunite these two!”

The three women got up from the table where they’d been wrapping Gary up, making their way to Tricia, who was similarly tied up with a series of cables that Tanya’s goons had found. The woman carrying him walked around to Tricia’s backside, pulling her skirt away and sliding Gary down in between Tricia’s buttcheeks with a grin.

“There we go, nice and snug,” she taunted, slapping Tricia’s ass with a smirk.

“Tanya, this is all a big misunderstanding,” Tricia pleaded as the mobster moved towards her with a ceiling suspended loading crane.

“My lookout says you drove up here in a cop car and that you were wearing a cop’s hat,” Tanya retorted, sliding the hook under Tricia’s bonds.

“I stole them!” Tricia insisted, “Tanya, come on, let me go!“ Tanya ignored her, and instead picked up the control box for the ceiling mounted crane, hitting a button on it and causing Tricia, and Gary, to lift into the air. Tricia gulped as she was slowly brought over a large vat of bubbling green liquid, a strong pine scent rising up to meet her.

“Northern Candles is getting ready for the Christmas scent line,” Tanya laughed. “They sell for big money, that’s why I’m taking them… The next batch is going to have scent of Christmas Tree, Holly Berry, and Tricia and Gary!” She pressed the button on the control box, and the crane buzzed as it slowly lowered Tricia towards the molten wax.

Gary finally wormed his way up over the hem of Tricia’s skirt, and his eyes bulged as he saw the holiday scented demise rising up to meet them. “Tricia?” he whispered.

“Sorry Gary,” Tricia said, fighting back tears, “Maxine was right, I never should have gotten you mixed up in all of this stuff…”

“It’s nice to hear you finally admit that!” Maxine shouted, stepping into the warehouse, twirling her nightstick. “Give it up Tanya, the rest of the force is ten minutes away!” She glanced up at Tricia, tipping her hat with a smug smirk, “Sorry I’m late, I had to go get my hat from the car.”

“More than enough time to get rid of you!” Tanya shouted, “take her out, then we’re out of here!”

“Oh shit,” Tricia shouted, squirming feebly, “Maxine, just run, save yourself! Save your…” she trailed off as Maxine sprinted into the goons, deftly weaving among them and swinging her baton with enough force that several of them had been knocked unconscious in seconds. With a roar she spun around, kicking another woman in the stomach and sending her to the ground with a groan.

“Whoa,” Gary muttered.

“You bitch!” Tanya shouted, throwing a punch at Maxine, who simply stepped out of the way, cracking her nightstick one last time over the mobster’s head, sending her down with her goons.

“And to think I used to give that girl noogies in high school,” Tricia said, awestruck.

“I heard that,” Maxine said, pointing her nightstick up at the other girl angrily.

“EEP!” Tricia yelped as the tips of her toes touched the hot wax, “MAXINE!” she wailed.

The policewoman smirked, rolling her eyes as she stepped up to the control box for the crane, pressing down on the button and causing the motor to whine, slowly lifting Tricia and Gary back up.

Outside the sound of police sirens rang out, and Gary breathed a sigh of relief. “I think it’s over,” he said.

“Yeah,” Tricia laughed as the pair dangled over the candle wax, “I thought we were fucked there for a minute!”

“Oh, you will be” Maxine giggled, sliding her hand over her nightstick in a suggestive manner, “you will bel…”

…

“Notorious mob boss Tanya Soapano gets twenty years,” Tricia read on her phone, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Yep,” Gary beamed as he reached up, rubbing her giant foot, “it’s smooth sailing for us from here on out!”

“It’s crazy how close she got to getting out,” Tricia groaned, enjoying her tiny lover’s gentle hands on her wrinkled soles as she lay sprawled across her bed. She was naked, her girlcock flopped between her legs like a sleeping snake, starting to stir as she glanced down at the tiny man who was massaging her feet who had also stripped his clothing off after she’d put him on the mattress. “I guess that’s what happens when you have the cutest team of tiny guys around as your attorneys.”

She bent her foot low, pinning Gary underneath it and chuckling at his surprised squeak. “So, what do you say we celebrate the good news?”

Gary grunted as he pressed his face up between her toes, smiling up at the gigantic goddess, who was already stroking her girlcock in anticipation of his answer. “Yeah,” he managed, “let’s have some fun!”

Tricia’s head shot up as she heard a key enter the apartment’s lock, and the door swung open as Maxine strutted inside, grinning at the sight of the naked futa and the tiny man pinned under her foot. With her foot she pushed the door closed behind her, removing a pair of mirrored sunglasses as Tricia gulped nervously.

“Surprise apartment inspection,” Maxine drawled, reaching down to lock the apartment with a *click.” “I’ve got to make sure you two don’t have any contraband…”

“Contraband?” Tricia protested, “Come on, what would we even have that-“

“No way to know unless I perform a thorough cavity search!” Maxine said with a grin. She reached down to undo her belt, letting her pants fall to the floor, causing her girlcock to spring free, already rock hard as she advanced on the pair.

“This seems like an abuse of power!” Tricia protested as Maxine closed the distance between the door and the bed. She grunted as the policewoman gripped her hips, sliding her to the edge of the bed. Gary was knocked over by the motion, flying a few inches across the bed as Maxine grinned down at a flushed and wide eyed Tricia.

“Now,” Maxine muttered, her eyes scanning the bedspread for her tiny prey, “where is… Aha!” her eyes lit up as she spotted Gary, and her hand reached out, the shadow falling over him as he scurried up to try to run. “Gotcha!” she hissed, her fingers wrapping around him tightly enough that he grunted, his stomach lurching as the gigantic policewoman lifted him high into the air, up to her face. “Hey Gary,” she giggled, tilting her hat up playfully before ruffling the top of his head with her fingertip.

“Hey Maxine,” he greeted with a nervous smile.

“I’ve got plenty of plans for you bug,” she teased, glancing down at Tricia, “but first you’re going to help me get a little revenge!”

“Revenge!?” Tricia balked, “Hey, Maxine, come on! That bust is going to make your career, there’s no need for payback- AH!” she squealed in surprise as Maxine pressed her girlcock into Tricia’s ass, a surprising motion that she hadn’t been prepared for, causing her legs to involuntarily spasm upwards.

Maxine grunted slightly, easing into the other girl as she fucked her over the side of the bed, “I warned you,” she rasped, “justice wasn’t coming lubed!”

“I thought it was a metaphor!” Tricia squeaked, gritting her teeth as Maxine thrust against her again.

“Now, you fucked me so hard that you knocked me out,” Maxine laughed, “I think I should return the favor!” She glanced at Gary, “I just need a little help from someone…”

Gary’s world shifted as Maxine reached down for Tricia’s girlcock, gripping it and making the blue haired girl’s eyes flutter as she held it up, positioning it so she could force Gary against the other woman’s foreskin. He struggled for a moment out of instinct as she gently pushed him inside, causing Tricia to shudder as the hormonal effects of a tiny man against a futanari’s cock began to take effect.

“Y-You think this will knock me out?” Tricia stammered, forcing a grin up at Maxine. “I’ve been using Gary as my personal cock toy for years! I’m not a lightweight like you!”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve got way more experience with Gary riding your cock than I do,” Maxine retorted, “but not while I’m giving it to your punk ass!”

As if in emphasis Maxine thrust forward, causing Tricia to gasp as she was penetrated roughly by the policewoman. Maxine laughed, slapping Tricia’s ass with one hand, and gripping her girlcock with the other as she continued to thrust in and out. Gary’s presence squirming against Tricia’s cockhead made the sensation all the more powerful, and each time the tiny man’s struggles got him close to climbing out of his prison against the punk girl’s cockhead, Maxine’s hand would slide up, and her fingers would casually push him back in, drowning him in a world of hot musk.

“Oh fuck,” Tricia gasped. She was nearly going limp, her jaw slack as she drooled, her eyes glazing over with lust as the tiny man against her cock squirmed, sending electric sensations of pleasure through her body, matching the rhythmic pounding against her ass as Maxine’s hips rocked into her. Her legs were up against her will, granting the aggressive cop better access as she continued to reach down to alternate between stroking Tricia’s girlcock and toying with Gary, using her thumb to casually push him across the surface of Tricia’s head and back down into her foreskin.

Gary’s head poked out, and he looked up at Maxine’s giant form as her hands clasped themselves against Tricia’s hips, steadying the other girl for one last furious assault. The policewoman’s eyes closed, each of her thrusts into Tricia rocking her, causing her mountainous breasts to shake and Gary to feel as though he were in the center of an earthquake.

Tricia just squealed in pleasure, her fists balling up and her eyes squeezing shut as she resisted the building climax for as long as she could. With a final whimper she gave in, and Gary’s world erupted as he was launched out of the enormous cock, riding a wave of Tricia’s cum that splattered him across her belly, filling his senses with the thick musky smell and taste. The world continued to shake as Maxine’s gripped Tricia’s ass, gritting her teeth as she came with the other girl.

“Yesss…” Maxine hissed, breaking into slow laughter as she looked down at her handiwork, her face still lit up with the post orgasm glow. “Who’s the lightweight now, Trish?” Maxine mocked.

From his spot stuck in the glob of cum on Tricia’s stomach, Gary could just barely make out that Tricia was limp, her eyes fluttering as her breathing slowed. He wasn’t quite sure if Maxine had managed to knock her unconscious the way the other girl had to her, but he was sure Tricia wouldn’t be moving much for the next few minutes.

Maxine pulled her cock free from Tricia’s ass, her hips sauntering as she smugly walked over to her pants, picking them up and sliding them back on. Gary watched as the giant policewoman tucked her massive girlcock into the side of her blue trousers, buckling her belt and then finally glancing down his way, a small smile coming over her features.

“Oh, silly me, looks like I forgot someone!” Maxine laughed. She reached down with her finger, scooping the tiny man out of the cum and raising him up to her face. The drying cum adhered him to her finger as she pressed it against her lips, pursing them and grinning to herself as she tasted the salty flavor of Tricia’s cum on his body.

Gary felt her tongue dart out between her lips, licking up his body, the tip lingering between his legs. He groaned, feeling her bumpy tongue slide up and down against his body. Maxine giggled, a rumbling sound that vibrated his entire body, and she pressed him further into her pillowy lips, maneuvering his hard cock until it slid between them.

With a slow and gentle motion, Maxine started to push Gary’s body into her pursed lips, sliding his cock in and out between them. Her saliva provided ample lubrication, and the motion of the giant digit was quickly bringing him close to climax.

“Ahh!” he cried out in surprise as his orgasm came on faster than he’d expected, and his hips ground against the giant policewoman’s soft lips, spurting his cum into her enormous mouth as she sucked greedily on the tiny man’s cock.

With a wet *pop* she pulled away, licking her lips and swallowing out the tiny amount of cum with a pleased smile. “Good job Gary,” she laughed, “there’s not quite as much as Tricia’s, but it’s got a nice strong flavor…” She hefted her hand, letting him fall into her palm as she regarded, biting her lip and glancing at the door. “So, want to come on patrol with me for a little bit? I could use some company!”

“I don’t know,” Gary said slowly, “I was supposed to help Tricia fill out job applications…” he glanced down at Tricia, who was still sprawled naked on the bed, a dreamy smile on her face.

“We’ll be back before she knows it,” Maxine promised.

“Uh, okay, let me just get my clothes and-“

“Oh no,” Maxine laughed, “you won’t need them…” She lowered him down to the hem of her pants, pulling at her belt and revealing her underwear, and her holstered girlcock within. Her hand guided him down into the darkness of her underwear, and she pressed him against the warm shaft of her cock with a chuckle. The light vanished as her hand withdrew, and Gary grunted as he was drawn tightly against it as she adjusted her pants again.

“Ugh… Gary?” Tricia groaned, leaning up and rubbing her head.

“I’ve got him,” Maxine chuckled, “rest up Tricia, I’ll be back at the end of my shift with some Chinese food, text me what you want.”

With that Maxine sauntered out of the apartment, a smile on her face as she twirled her police baton.