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Laurent needs a room in the city. The best option he finds is a little more than he bargained for.

Laurent sighed as he scrolled through apartment listings. He’d
just graduated high school and was looking to move into the city from his small
town. There was only one real problem, and it wasn’t the distance he’d have to
drive to tour places or applying to jobs.

“There’s no way I can afford that,” he mumbled as he moved
between ads.

Mentally he’d prepared for the price and expected to have
roommates for a while, but now that he was actually there it was still a shock.
Even sharing a place with two roommates an apartment was going to cost him half
of his expected wages.

Until he came across what was clearly a scam.

“Free rent?” he asked, snorting in disbelief.

He clicked on the ad and read through the description. It
lacked other things that scams typically had: nothing was misspelled, it didn’t
ask for money before taking any action. Three bedrooms with two bathrooms and
the pictures showed a well-maintained kitchen. It was also close to downtown
and several of the places that he had applied to work at.

Throwing caution to the wind Laurent sent the poster a
message.

“If it’s weird I’ll just ignore it and move on,” he told
himself as he kept moving through the listings.

By the end of the day he’d found three apartments that were
semi-reasonable and was making arrangements to visit. And just before he
stopped the search to make dinner he got an email.

“Huh,” he said aloud as he read the reply from what he had
thought was a scam, “I guess I can check this one out too.”

The reply was straightforward and to the point: It was a
pair of women seeking a third roommate. They lived in a great location and it
sounded like he’d have plenty of room to himself if he wanted. Rent wasn’t
technically free but the email didn’t specify. It seemed to be based on how
much work he’d agree to do around the apartment which seemed odd, but Lauren was
a hardworking knowledgeable guy.

“Worth a shot,” Laurent told himself as he added that apartment
to his list to check out on his next trip to the city.

Two days later he spent the morning dropping off job applications
to every likely business in the city. The afternoon he had scheduled for all
his apartment viewing.

The first two places had potential, while the third was much
nicer which matched its higher rent. None of them had roommates that gave him a
creepy vibe though and none were in bad areas of town. They just hadn’t given
him any kind of excitement. As a teenager seeking out independence for the first
time he didn’t yet appreciate how a boring space might actually work better for
him in the long run.

Which was why he struggled to keep down his excitement when,
at the fourth and potentially scam apartment, a stunningly beautiful blonde met
him at the electronically locked entryway.

“Hi!” she said happily, clearly used to guys giving her
stunned looks.

Chloé only came up to Laurent’s shoulder in height and was a
petite blonde bombshell. Blue eyes, C-cup breasts that were just shy of being
disproportionally too big. A physique that most women worked for years to
obtain she had been gifted naturally.

“Uh, hi!” he said back to her, shaking her hand as she held
the gate open.

Mentally he tried to look for things he liked or didn’t like
about the apartment and the building it was in, but it was difficult. Chloé
went ahead of him and every time he tried to look at where the mailboxes were,
or if the hallway was clean, he kept being drawn back to his stunning host.

No fucking way is this one of my potential roommates,
he thought as they walked up three flights of stairs. Laurent was careful to not
look upward as they went; Chloé’s yoga pants could have been painted on her and
her backside was just as impressive as her front. The last thing he wanted was
for her to think he was a creep staring at her ass.

Aside from Chloé being stunning he was relieved to see that
this entire apartment building was far and beyond the best he’d toured yet.
Which made him more than a little nervous about what the rent would be if ‘free’
turned out to be an understatement. When he realized what an easy mark he would
make following this beautiful woman, Lauren looked over his shoulder just to
make sure no one was preparing to mug him.

Instead of being mugged, Chloé walked up to room nineteen
and waved her key at the electronic lock. It opened with a pleasant beep.

“Come on in!” Chloé beckoned and Lauren followed her in.

No fucking way, he thought when he saw his other
potential roommate reaching up into the cupboard to grab a plate.

Léa had to stand on her toes to barely reach the middle shelf
and the action only accentuated her own toned legs and backside, barely hidden
behind a small pair of shorts. Her crop top showed off part of her toned back
as well, and when she turned Lauren almost giggled hysterically. Chloé was
stunning in her own right, easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

And now Léa stood in front of him with a long blonde braid
and light eyes with freckles. Dressed like she was about to walk onto the set
of an adult video. And giving him a perky look that he would’ve followed anywhere.
Probably one of the only women ever who could give Chloé a run for her money.

“Hi!” Léa said nervously, “Are you our new roommate?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said as he shook her tiny hand. She was also
only up to his shoulders tall and even though Laurent wasn’t an incredible
athlete he was confident he could have ran at full speed carrying both girls on
his shoulders.

“I mean, maybe,” he stuttered out, forcing himself to focus
and not be overwhelmed just by being close to these two beautiful women, “The
ad said rent was free but that doesn’t match up with a nice place like yo-this,
like this.”

Both women giggled and Laurent cursed at his hormones.

Down, boy! he commanded.

“Well, about that,” Léa said, stepping close enough to Chloé
to wrap an arm around her waist in a very affectionate manner, “We are…”

“Together,” Chloé said as she gave Léa an endearing look, “And
we make more than enough money to cover this place, so we thought we’d help
someone get ahead if we like them enough.”

Sweet mother of Odin they’re lesbians. Laurent had
nothing against that, but he knew how people in this area were in general.
Fifty years behind the times. He’d never understood why two adults being in
love would be a big deal. So I’m gonna be the pretend boyfriend?

“We think it will help our social situations if there’s a
man here,” Chloé continued, carefully choosing her words, “But rent is only
free if you do some things around the apartment for us.”

“Nothing big!” Léa said when she saw his face. She knew he
was thinking this was turning into something weird.

“Only small things!” she continued, “More than anything if
you just do things like cleaning, cover the utilities and some other little
things that’s all we really want!”

Chloé nodded in agreement.

“I know this sounds weird,” she added, “But we can include a
thirty-day move out clause in the lease if you want?”

Five minutes later Laurent had verbally agreed to move in with
the stunning pair. Even the possibility of walking by their rooms while they
were being intimate seemed worth it, not even considering the location and
strange rent situation.

Two Fridays later he was moving in, at least partways. He was
smart enough to realize their ‘little’ tasks around the apartment might be
weird, so he didn’t bring much that first weekend. The girls were giving him
some space, clearly sensing that he was nervous about being out of his family
home for the first time in his life.

“Here we go,” Laurent told himself as he sat on his futon.
His room was nice and everything was going perfectly. One job had been
interested in giving him full-time work and he was accepted to college that
would start in the fall. But still. Outside the family home for the first time
in his life.

“Hey big guy!” Chloé called through his door, “We know it
can be weird being off on your own for the first time, so come share dinner
with us!”

Around the dinner table the two petite beauties had laid out
a small spread: some fresh bread, cheese, sausage.

“Wine?” Léa asked him, handing him a full glad. He noticed
two more full bottles on the cabinet.

Half an hour later most of the food was gone and Laurent
hadn’t noticed the girls were keeping his wine glass full.

“So then I-“ he started to say, retelling a childhood story,
when he paused. Something was off and his instincts were telling him to escape.

Chloé and Léa leaned forward expectantly and Laurent
suddenly wasn’t sure he liked their attention.

Then the world went dark.

When he awoke, Laurent was laying on something far softer
than his own cheap bedspread. His head wasn’t pounding but he was embarrassed that
he’d let the wine get to his head on his first night in a new place. To cap it
off, someone upstairs was having the loudest makeout session he could imagine.

“Oh man, what did I-“ he started to say when he opened his
eyes and realized it wasn’t someone upstairs making the incredibly large
kissing sounds.

Far above him were Chloé and Léa but they were petite no
more. Each towered above him like goddesses, completely naked save for their
exploring hands. From his angle Laurent couldn’t see it, but it was obvious
they were kissing.

“No way!” he said as he stood. Now the tables were turned;
at his current height Léa’s firm calf only came up to his shoulders.

“Oooh, somebody’s awake!” Chloé said excitedly, looking
down.

The girls shifted above him and the movement caused Lauren to
fall onto his back. Together the girls looked down at him happily and he realized
he was naked when they giggled at his instant erection. Above him every inch of
them looked incredible, their breasts massive, stomachs toned, and an adorable
landing strip of pubic hair.

Together the girls laid down on their bellies with their
faces uncomfortably close to Laurent. Unseen, Chloé’s hand snuck between Léa’s
legs and played slowly with her sex while they talked.

“So,” Chloé began, “We weren’t kidding about ‘little’ things
around the apartment.”

Léa giggled sensually.

“But we were completely honest about the month and rent and
everything. By little things we mostly meant…” she searched for the right
words.

“We may be lesbians but the best toy to have is a little
man,” Léa said as passion started overtaking her. Chloé was slipping one finger
into her sex and Léa could barely think.

Chloé’s other hand gently wrapped around Laurent and lifted
him closer to her face. Her eyes almost comically crossed to look at his package.

“And don’t worry about yourself, little Laurent,” she said
as her tongue flickered across his front, “Once the weekend is up we can
restore you and if you want to go on your way you can.”

Her tongue flickered out again and he groaned as wet heat
tickled his rod briefly.

“But if you stick around I think we can make it worth your
while. We’re both on the pill so if you happen to get too…excited,” she said
with a wink, “It’s not gonna be a problem.”

Her other hand appeared and Laurent realized what she’d been
doing with it when Léa let out a frustrated noise.

“We’re not into boys,” Léa said as she sat up and scooted
backward until her back was against the headrest. For Laurent this was a nausea-enducing
movement, for Léa it was just getting comfortable and to use her rarely-if-ever
size to look downward at someone. Not cruelly; she didn’t have a cruel bone in
her body. But this was a rare opportunity.

“But you can get into us!” she added happily.

From the stunned smile on his little face the girls knew
they had a happy participant.

Chloé didn’t waste another moment.

She got on her knees and faced Léa before giving her
girlfriend a deep kiss. Léa instinctively opened her legs and Chloé pushed
their toy toward her sex.

Laurent was too overwhelmed to be scared. His erection
forced itself against Chloé’s fingers and he saw Léa’s sex glistening ahead of
him as he rocketed forward. Arms pinned against his side he didn’t even have a
chance to shield himself as his head was pressed forcefully into her boiling depths.

Léa groaned in pleasure as Chloé pushed their toy inside.
She had to think of Laurent as a toy, otherwise this seemed too much like rape
to her. So the toy felt incredible, especially once Chloé adjusted her hand to
let his arms flail free inside of her.

With her fingers holding his ankles gently, Chloé kissed her
girlfriend and pumped the toy in and out of her true love. Léa whimpered and
wrapped her hand around Chloé’s head to pull her closer. Her other hand reached
toward her breast and pinched a nipple lightly.

The girls pulled back when Léa’s moaning took on new
urgency. They both knew exactly what that meant. Chloé increased the speed of
her toy hand, changing angles and twisting it slightly to reach every sensitive
part of her girlfriend’s insides.

Laurent sputtered out mouthfuls of fluid as he was thrust back
and forth through Léa’s tunnel. He flailed his arms in a controlled panic; his
ankles hurt from where they were being pulled on and his back was a little sore
but after the initial certainty of death this has been fun. Incredible, even.

He’d dreamed of getting inside a girl this beautiful but
nothing like this. Moaning and rapid heartbeats filled his ears as he clambered
for a little free space to breath, then the hand holding him began changing
angles and rhythm. His small world got hotter and wetter, squeezing harder and
harder until he was sure something was going to burst inside of him.

There was a final squeeze as the fingers holding him stopped
trying to hold his ankles and instead stuffed him deeper. Laurent took the
biggest breath of air he could and pushed at the soft walls around him in as ‘upward’
of a direction as he could feel. He was rewarded with a renewed squeezing by
Léa’s soft walls, then a shudder.

Just as he was about to let out his held breath and scramble
for his next, the vagina around him relaxed. A pair of fingers grabbed at his
ankles and dragged him out into the suddenly blinding light of the girls’
bedroom.

Dangling upside down he laughed out loud, gasping down fresh
air as Léa held him in front of her face.

“Good job for round one,” she moaned as she leaned her head
back and opened her mouth.

Dipping him into her mouth carefully, she sucked all her
juices off their toy. Chloé leaned forward and wrapped her own lips around his
legs. Together the girls shared a kiss, the wettest experience of Laurent’s
life and even though neither of the girls was even attempting to make it
happen, he climaxed on Chloé’s tongue.

The salty taste was overwhelmed by Léa’s own secretions and
she didn’t even notice.

When the girls broke their kiss, Léa lightly held his torso
with her teeth. It was Chloé’s turn to lay on her back as Laurent’s legs kicked
from her girlfriend’s mouth. Laurent couldn’t tell what was happening as he
stared at Léa’s throat and but it was obvious when another pair of lips
enveloped his feet, then knees and hips.

Lips that didn’t hide teeth.

Léa used her tongue to push her toy deeper into Chloé’s soaking
pussy. When he was far enough in to not just slide out she released him from
her own lips and laid down on her belly on the bed between Chloé’s spread legs.

She giggled when she saw him encased in her lover’s lips up
to his belly button, and Chloé giggled too when he looked upward at her.
Laurent took a deep breath of fresh air and laughed too at the incredible
situation.

“What are you waiting for?” Chloé asked, and Laurent took that
as his cue to reach upward toward her clit.

But she wasn’t looking at him. Two massive fingers pushed on
his shoulders and slid him further inside. His arms were pushed overhead awkwardly
but Léa looked down at him and smiled before gently shoving them down by his
sides, then him down until just his head was visible from Chloé’s canal.

“Time for your desert!” Chloé said as she leaned forward and
gently grabbed the sides of Léa’s head.

The blonde needed no encouragement and Laurent got the idea
fast.

While Léa’s tongue went to work on his surroundings Laurent began
kicking and stroking at the top of Chloé’s canal. She was tighter than Léa,
surprisingly, and even at five inches tall he had to be careful to avoid
kicking her cervix. But without massive fingers sliding him back and forth Laurent
found he had more freedom than before.

Above him Léa’s tongue flickered like a finely tuned machine
across Chloé’s clit and her canals squeezed him harder than ever, quivering
rapidly. He guessed that Chloé was far more excited than he’d expected. Or more
likely she’d been playing with herself while playing with Léa.

The sound of Léa’s mouth overwhelmed Chloé’s own moaning but
it was obvious when she came: she squeezed on Laurent so hard he was sure he
felt something crack in his chest before she finally relaxed and he slipped out
of her onto the wet spot on the blanket.

As the girls far above him giggled and cuddle, Laurent did
his best to roll out of the way of Chloé’s legs.

They made kissy sounds while he crawled away, unsure if he was
just too exhausted to continue or if he was actually hurt.

Then a massive hand scooped him up and he forgot all about
his ribs.

“You did really good,” Chloé reassured him as Léa stood from
the bed and walked out into the living room, “Now get some rest, if you want free
rent you’ve got to earn it!”

Without waiting for his response she carried him into the
kitchen where she ran him under lukewarm water to rinse their combined fluids
off his body. Then he was tucked into her underwear drawer where he realized he
was too tired to even argue.

Or worry about why his side hurt.

The following morning when Laurent tried to roll over in his
curiously soft covers, something held him down. Groggily he opened his eyes and
realized he wasn’t laying on his back. And the strap that held him was a thin
strip of ribbon that wrapped around him several times. Holding him to…

Laurent craned his head upward and could only see the tip of
something bright blue. Last night came back to him in a flash when he realized
he was perched, almost standing, on top of Chloé’s dresser. Several hair ties
were on the ground next to him, up to his ankle.

Then the pair of giggling blondes walked into the bedroom. They
were busy kissing and didn’t even look in Laurent’s direction at first; Chloé
playfully pushed Léa onto the bed before she looked over at him. The sight of
them both instantly made him harder than steel even though he didn’t know what
was going on.

“Good, I hope you got plenty of sleep last night!” she said
happily as she walked closer to Laurent, her perfect breasts making it hard to
look at her even more perfect face. “We tend to keep busy on the weekends, just
in case you thought last night was an indicator of how easy it will be to earn
your rent.”

“Get over here!” Léa called out with a giggle, “It’s
breakfast time!”

“Hey wait a second,” Laurent started to say, about to ask
them to be more gentle. His side was still a little sore from Friday night.

Instead Chloe’s hand wrapped around him and he was lifted
upward rapidly. She gave him a quick glance to make sure he was secured tightly,
not noticing his worried look, and moved to the bed.

Wrapped in a giant hand Laurent tried to wiggle free of his
restraints but made no progress. From above him he heard moans and wet noises
and guessed correctly that Chloé was going down on Léa.

“And that probably means…” he told himself as he tried to
see what he was attached to.

His question was answered when the massive poll he was on
began vibrating. It felt like he was riding the world’s largest jackhammer and
he tried to yell in response but massive voices overruled him easily. Laurent’s
entire body vibrated like crazy and it got much worse when Chloé adjusted her
hand to give him free space.

He was staring at the ceiling, Choe’s hand was holding onto
the vibrator below his feet. And above him like a hungry throat was Léa’s
canal.

Gently the tip of the vibrator was placed at her entrance,
close enough that Laurent’s world-shaking vibration dampened slightly from the
contact. Her clit was already wet enough it glistened in the morning light.

“Hey I don’t think I’m ready for this!” Laurent shouted, but
Léa’s desperate voice drowned him out easily.

“Don’t tease me!” she said desperately and Laurent was
shoved deep into her in one smooth motion. Even muffled by her body, her
passionate cry was obvious.

His own cries were not.

Laurent sputtered and gasped for air as he was sandwiched
between the painful vibrations and Léa’s sensitive skin. Chloé knew exactly where
to push him and her girlfriend appreciated it; she was always more sensitive in
the morning and their now-extra-wide vibrator had bumps in all the right
places. Just as Laurent was sure he was going to pass out, Chloé added a finger
as well that scraped past his leg and began rubbing Léa’s g-spot in tandem with
Laurent’s face.

This granted Laurent a small amount of air and shot Léa over
the edge. Chloé’s finger remained a moment more, then retreated as Laurent felt
Léa quiver and clamp down around him. Then, as the last of his air ran out, the
vibrations stopped and he was slid out of the blonde’s canal.

Chloé lifted him in the air with a giggle for her girlfriend
and not a glance for Laurent. He could see Léa curled up on the bed with a
smile on her face and loving eyes for Chloé.

“That was a wonderful way to start the day,” she said, and Chloé
made an affirming noise.

“Let me clean our toy off,” she told Léa, “Then we can go on
a walk to the park!”

“You don’t want me to…”Léa asked, looking pointed at Chloé’s
landing strip.

“Later hon,” she replied as she walked to the bathroom, “We’ve
got all weekend.”

Shit, Laurent thought when he heard that. His side
was aching and it was harder to get his breath back than it should have been. Not
to mention despite it all his cock was still hard as a rock and he was sure blue
balls would set in any moment. On top of how he was sure lack of air would make
him pass out minutes ago. Is free rent worth this?

Then lukewarm water was running over his body like a
waterfall. Movements Laurent didn’t see freed him from the tape that had held
him in place but Chloé clutched him gently as she rinsed him off. As she patted
him dry she smiled down at him. He tried to yell up to her but Léa called to
her from the other room.

“Groceries!” Chloé replied, “I’ll bring our roommate with
us!”

Laurent breathed a sigh of relief until she made a massive
roughly cone-shaped piece of metal appear on the countertop.

“No! No, I’d rather just-“

Chloé held him gently yet firmly as she used more of the
strange tape to affix him to the butt plug. He was a little taller than it and could
tell Chloé had made her own modification: there was a small depression at the
widest area that he fit perfectly into upside-down. It did nothing to put him
at ease.

Léa walked into the bathroom just when Chloé was finishing
and put one foot on the vanity to expose her backdoor.

“Let me do the honors,” Léa said with a giggle, “It’s the
least I can do after that performance.”

Laurent tried to protest but Léa popped the metal plug into
her mouth and bathed it in saliva. When Laurent saw light again it was only a
short distance between himself and Chloé’s backdoor. And not at all how he’d
ever want it to happen.

Both girls giggled when Laurent felt his feet contact her backdoor
and he slid in easily. The pressure from her sphincter squeezed him tightly
between herself and the metal but she engulfed him with a groan. Just when he
was sure he couldn’t take any more pressure, the widest part of the plug passed
into Chloé and he was sucked the rest of the way in with a shriek that neither
girl heard over their giggles.

“Don’t worry, we’ll only be out for a few hours,” Léa said
with a playful wink.

She stood and admired Chloé’s bejeweled plug with a small
face just below it. For a moment she wondered if it was fear instead of joy she
saw, but Chloé put her foot back on the ground and shook her butt playfully.

“Fits great!” she said before giving Léa a peck on the
cheek. “Now let’s get shopping before the crowds show up.”

Laurent couldn’t tell what was happening; Chloé’s massive
cheeks blocked out the world, and the problem was made worse when a lace thong
suddenly pushed against his face. All he could do was kick with his legs to try
and free himself but he had no illusions. Chloé would just be enjoying his
movements.

And she was. Chloé deeply wished they’d tried this before
with a little person; the arrangement they’d made with Laurent was going to be
amazing.

When Laurent saw light again he was only half relieved to
see it was the same bathroom light from earlier that day. Being squeezed by Chloé’s
sphincter had been like fighting a snake trying to crush the life out of him,
and that was when she wasn’t walking. And they’d done a lot of walking.

Her brown ring clung to him hard and he knew the only thing
keeping him from being devoured was the jeweled heart just above him head. As
it was every step still threatened to send him into her dark abyss. Laurent was
sure if that happened he wasn’t coming out.

Until blinding light finally freed him, and massive
manicured fingers grasped the jewel that was the only reason he hadn’t been
swallowed.

The plug and Laurent came free with a ‘pop!’ and
disappointed sigh from Chloé, but happy sounds from Léa.

“I bet that was fun!” she said to Laurent as she pulled him
from the toy and rinsed him clean.

Laurent tried to talk but finally being moved after so long
restrained he found it difficult to find his voice. Until his feet were pushed
into a small silicon disc that looked like a decorative wine stopper.

“Vibrate good for me!” Léa said as he protested. His feet
were squeezed tightly together so that he couldn’t even wiggle them and Laurent
knew exactly what was about to happen. Her perky, happy tone only made the
situation worse.

Without any ceremony Léa ran him under water one more time
then he yelled as she lowered him below her waist with dizzying speed.

“Please stop!” he yelled out as her smaller backdoor
approached.

Laurent held up his hands to try and defend himself but Léa
had done enough anal play that this simply eased his insertion. He didn’t hear
her groan of approval as he slipped head, shoulders, then waist through her hole.
When his feet tried to pass the silicon around his feet stopped him from being
completely devoured.

The outside world ceased to exist for Laurent. Now there was
only panic in perfect darkness.

“Oooh!” Léa said with a giggle as she pulled on her yoga
pants. She and Chloé were settling in to watch a movie with dinner. “You should’ve
tried putting him in headfirst, he’s wiggling up a storm!”

Chloé gave her girlfriend a sweet look as The Journal came
on the television.

“So he’s a he now and not just a toy?” she asked, smiling.

Léa rolled her eyes. “I still feel a little bad but he’s
obviously loving it and then it seemed mean to make-“

Chloé’s finger pushed on her lips.

“Shh, you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

She was less cute from the inside, Laurent would have said
if he had been able to form any coherent thoughts. He was surrounded by darkness
and counted himself lucky that the smell had overwhelmed him almost instantly.
That did nothing for his panicking.

Blindly he threw his arms in any direction, always feeling like
he was tumbling in the blackness with no way to orient himself upward. It didn’t
help that Léa seemed to be moving constantly. Only the fact that he could reach
down toward his feet and barely pry open her sphincter to get air gave him any
hope of survival. Though every time he did that it was significantly more
difficult; she seemed to think it was a game they were playing and would briefly
let him win before squeezing her hole shut again.

Until something truly shifted near his feet and he cried out
with relief; something was grabbing the base! Whatever the lesbian pair had in
store for him it had to be better than this.

“Get me out of here!” he raged as his entire body ached and
he battered the sides of Léa’s colon with all his strength. Any moment now he’d
be pulled free and they’d finally talk to him so he could explain all the ways
he was hurting.

Léa groaned as the movie played on, unwatched. Between Chloé’s
tongue and Laurent’s efforts she was in heaven. Then Chloé started gently
pulling on her plug, causing him to move even more. With a squeak she squeezed
down hard on Chloé’s head and came hard. Léa rode her orgasm as Chloé drove
their plug rapidly in and out of her backdoor, sending her to new heights of
pleasure while he massaged her insides.

Laurent spent that night shaking in their underwear drawer;
they hadn’t listened at all when he tried to tell them how badly he was being
hurt and that this had to stop. The massive blondes were having too much fun
with each other, and him. The pain on his side was now roaring, both ankles
were bruised and swollen, and his entire body was telling him not to move for a
week. Prone on a sock, he coughed up blood.

Despite all of this exhaustion swept him away almost
immediately.

He even hurt in his dreams.

In the morning he awoke surrounded by softness. Something
massive cradled his torso while something soft and slippery was engulfing his
knees, then his waist. Vaguely he recognized what was holding him as impossibly
large fingers. Then a giggle from far above pulled him from his injury coma.

“Oh he’s awake!” Léa giggled, looking down at Laurent as she
spread her legs. Her gentle fingers pushed him further into herself as she
spread her legs further.

“Good timing,” Chloé said, and Laurent looked backward to
see her massive body approaching as well. Her own legs were spread wide and she
hooked her right over Léa’s left. He awkwardly craned his neck and saw her
massive pussy fast approaching.

“It’s every man’s dream to be woken up for sex, now he’s
getting it double!”

Laurent drew in a painful breath to yell upward. Now that he
was awake his back ached, his legs were on fire, and he had absolutely no doubt
in his mind. If this didn’t stop he was going to be crippled at best.

“Carefully!” Léa said, looking up at Chloé, who was primed
for her final hip bump. Her fingers shifted and Laurent knew what was coming.

Chloé leaned forward to kiss Léa. Then pushed her hips
forward.

Laurent was engulfed before he could scream. There was a
long moment where he tried holding still against all odds, praying if he held
still long enough they’d realize he wasn’t a willing toy anymore. And hadn’t
been for awhile.

Please stop please stop please stop.

The women shared a long kiss with their toy buried inside
them both.

Next weekend we’ll make him a little bigger, Chloé
thought when she broke the kiss. Just like they’d done a hundred times before their
clits were pressed together. They’d never shared a dildo like this before but
they knew what to do.

As soon as they started rocking their hips she felt Laurent
start his own movements. For her it was swinging arms in time with their
rocking, perfect clit rubbing that always seemed so hard in theory but worked
perfectly for the pair. For Léa it was kicking feet in a pattern that would
feel desperate if it didn’t feel so incredibly good.

For Laurent it was a life-or-death struggle. Every kick hurt
but he couldn’t override the instinct to try and fight his way free from their
velvet embrace. Every punch hurt but he was blindly panicking now and nothing
could make him hold still. If he wasn’t moving Chloé’s lubrication immediately filled
his nose and mouth, blocking air.

And that was before the women started grinding their hips
together in a nightmare-inducing up and down motion.

Something popped in Laurent’s back.

Above him his captors groaned in beautiful ecstasy.

As they shared a groan and first-of-the-day orgasm, Chloé
and Léa stared into each other’s eyes and giggled. Chloé grinded her clit into Léa’s
one last time to see her girlfriend shudder, then shifted her hips back and let
Laurent slide from her canal. Neither woman thought to catch him as his legs
slipped out of Léa as well and he fell to the floor.

“Whoops!” Léa said with a laugh, full of post-orgasm energy.
“Sorry little one!”

She really was sorry; he was a toy but that didn’t mean she
wanted to treat him badly. He’d enjoyed everything else so far.

Then her eyes narrowed.

Laurent did the only thing he could think of when he hit the
cold floor: he started crawling away. Toward the end of their session he’d
stopped kicking. Léa hadn’t noticed but he had, and he knew what it meant.
Especially once he realized he couldn’t even feel her wetness and clinging heat
surrounding his legs.

So he crawled, dragging his now-useless legs behind him.

“Ohmygod!” he heard from above him, and there was a massive
scramble of legs as both women leapt to their feet.

Their voices blended together as they both spoke in a panic.

“His legs! Is that blood?” Laurent didn’t even bother to
look for blood; it didn’t surprise him to hear.

“Is he-?”

Laurent didn’t know where he was crawling to. Only away from
the voices that were talking from on high. Both women sounded horrified and sad.

“Do we have to-?” he heard Léa ask.

“Would you live like this?” Chloé asked in return, “Once he’s
big again he’s gonna go to the cops!”

“But we-“

“I feel terrible too, but we have to!”

Laurent finally turned and looked backward. He was indeed
leaving a thin trail of blood but he couldn’t tell from where. His legs were
useless and his chest burned like he was being stabbed with every movement. A cough
sent more blood to the floor.

Both women were standing over him, looking downward. Both
wore sickened looks on their faces.

“I’m sorry!” Léa said as Chloé lifted her foot.

This time Laurent didn’t hold his hands up to try and
protect himself against the oncoming juggernaut.

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