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A thick pocket of warm, damp air clung to her skin as Emma tried in vain to catch her breath. It was as though she could feel her heartbeat in every cell of her body—pounding from exhaustion. It had all happened so quickly that her thoughts were still struggling to catch up.
With what little strength she had left, Emma turned her head, looking at her friends. They both seemed to be in a similar daze to her. Nyx was sat beside her. They must have been on the couch, but Emma could barely feel it, her body was so overwhelming. Rory, being too large to sit beside them, was sat on the floor leaning against a raised concrete platform. She was draped over it like a Greek statue, but the rising and falling of her chest with each deep breath betrayed her true nature. Emma had seen her girlfriend run a two minute mile without breaking a sweat, but never before had she seen her winded like this.
Emma’s eyelids fell shut, their own weight too much for her weakened state. By the time they opened, she had no idea how much time had passed. She saw Rory stirring from her rest as Nyx ran a hand along the layer of sweat on their face. Emma did her best to lean forward, the mass of her enormous chest aiding her , pulling the rest of her comparatively tiny torso along with it as it fell to the ground before her.
“Welcome back to the world of the living, you three,” a perky voice said. “I was starting to worry, its been nearly twenty minutes.”
With great effort Emma managed to focus her gaze on the exuberant figure standing toward the far side of the room. It was Taylor.
It was Taylor.
The thing that had led to their exhaustion was Taylor. The memory began clarifying in Emma’s mind. They had met early that day, they realized Taylor could help make clothes for the three, she brought them back to her workshop, and then it all began. Like a film that was just rewound, the memory replayed in her mind from the moment they all told Taylor she could touch them.
Immediately, a flurry of sensation. They had all agreed to remove any “unnecessary” clothing that might make measuring harder. Nyx was the first, quickly throwing aside their unflattering sweats, revealing their complete lack of a bra and their lace panties which did less than nothing to contain their freed dick. Rory’s outrageously defined muscles were on display as she stripped to her overstretched sports bra and bike shorts. Emma stood, a pair of unflattering cream-colored panties the only thing remaining on her body as she, slightly nervously, looked to her unbelievably hot friends.
Emma was the first as Taylor explained their unique talent for taking precise measurements.
“When your body’s as special as it is, just having a number on a tape doesn’t do much good, I find it much more helpful to have a tactile memory of it all.”
Without hesitation, all four of Taylors hands were skillfully and meticulously feeling every inch of Emma’s body. As Taylor approached behind her, Emma felt a hand glide across her stomach and brushing against her hipbone as two more gently pressed into her massive breasts and the final hand carressed the length of her thigh. Without a second to react, Emma could not stop herself from letting out a faint gasp.
“I can stop if you wa…”
“No,” Emma interrupted. It was all so much, but that didn’t mean she wanted it to end. “If this is how you work best.”
Taylor’s hands felt surreal against her skin. They were soft yet confident, soothing to the touch but so clearly skilled at the task they were set out upon. It was clear they truly were the tools of a master.
Emma felt the exhilaration that had overcome her fade as Taylor took two steps back. She realized quickly how tight her every muscle had become, but the release of tension only served to further grow the unexpected pleasure Emma felt. The phantom sensation left by Taylor’s touch seemed to echo inside of her as her face grew flush and she struggled to keep herself from going over the edge of ecstasy. Suddenly, Emma was aware of how tired her legs had become from just a few moments of Taylor’s focus. She fell back on the couch.
“Well, I think we should take a break at least, I can start on one of you,” Taylor grinned as she looked between Rory and Nyx.
“Me next!” Rory shouted, waving her hand in the air.
Taylor quickly made their way up to the raised platform. It was clear that Rory posed a unique issue for Taylor, but one that the artist knew they could overcome. Comparatively tiny hands traced each stone-like line in Rory’s chiseled form. Each facet was comprised of long, toned muscle. And yet it still seemed as though somehow Taylor’s touch pierced through Rory’s unmatched musculature.
After a minute or two, Rory fell to her knees, the entire warehouse seeming to shake slightly. Taylor looked to the one remaining client that was yet to be measured.
“I’ll have what they’re having,” Nyx snickered. They had been watching Taylor’s process closely. They weren’t going to succumb so easily to the touch of an admittedly very cute clothing designer.
They could not have been prepared. It was as if Taylor had simply appeared behind them without taking a single step. A hand traced the dramatic curve from the right side of Nyx’s exposed waist down to their hips. Another ran along the edge of their collarbone with a tickle. A set of fingers toyed with the clamp that held back the milk that Nyx’s petite chest always seemed to produce. Nyx could feel their muscles tense, not from shock or fear, but from excitement. It was like Taylor’s touch flooded them with a sensation they knew well from their alone time with Emma. It was far more than Nyx had been expecting.
Still, Nyx’s years of experience as a performer helped them remain calm enough to notice the uncharacteristic timidity of Taylor’s fourth hand. It barely glanced against the thick base of Nyx’s dick. They’d found their in.
“What’s the matter?” Nyx grinned. They made sure to add an extra layer of playful dominance. “I thought you’d worked with clients like us before.”
Taylor jumped slightly, caught off guard by Nyx’s relative composure. “Oh, I definitely have, it’s just you’re…” Taylor paused. “I’ve never seen one this big before.”
Through the pleasure, Nyx managed a chuckle. “Not the first time I’ve heard that one.”
Taylor’s other three hands continued their effort, becoming well acquainted with every other inch of Nyx’s physique before slowing their work.
“Since it’ll be a factor in my designs for you…” Taylor began. Her speech was more timid than before, as if she was asking for permission for each word. “I think I need to see you… y’know…”
“You need to see me at my biggest?” Nyx asked, knowing the answer.
“Only since it will influence my work,” Taylor rushed to explained.
“When you put it like that, how could I possibly say no?” Nyx giggled.
It began immediately. Nyx wasn’t trying to get hard; they just had to stop trying to be soft. Wave after wave, Nyx’s dick grew, longer and thicker, as it rose out in front of them. In only a few moments, it had grown nearly a foot in length and now rivaled Nyx’s thigh in width.
Taylor mouthed two words, but no sound escaped their lips.
“You better get to work.”
She got on her knees in front of Nyx. All four of Taylor’s hands worked together, and even still, they couldn’t hope to feel the full length of Nyx’s massive cock at one time. They carefully moved along the entirety of Nyx’s shaft, feeling every vein and throb.
“So… this is as big as it gets?” Taylor asked.
“For the most part,” Nyx answered coyly. “Once or twice it may have gotten a bit bigger when things were really heating up. But you don’t have to worry about that for your design… there were no clothes involved during those times.”
There was no reply from Taylor. Nyx couldn’t actually see her behind the shaft of their dick, only her hands as they tentatively moved along Nyx’s length.
“Everything okay down there?” Nyx called.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” Taylor snapped back to reality. “I guess I just got distracted, I’m done measuring.”
“Well, if you’re done with your work,” Nyx started, “why don’t I help you have a little fun?”
Taylor’s head popped out from behind Nyx’s throbbing dick. “What? Do you mean?”
“Your hands seemed a little distracted,” Nyx cooed. “It seems like they’re tired of work and want to play.”
Once more, Taylor fell quiet. A sort of daze fell over her as her hands returned to Nyx’s cock. Once more, they began to stroke, but this time with a bit more energy. From only a moment of touch from the most skilled hands Nyx had ever known, they felt a stream of precum begin to pour from their tip.
A fifth warm sensation joined in as Taylor began drinking the thick fluid at the source. It was unlike anything Nyx had ever experienced, a symphony of pleasure designed just for them. It seemed as if Taylor could sense every minute sensation running through Nyx’s body and amplify them. Every hand was perfectly placed. Every movement of her tongue perfectly timed.
Then, suddenly, it all stopped. Nyx, in confusion, looked down, but Taylor was already on the other side of the workshop.
“I’m going to get started on some samples,” she called.
“But I was so clo…”
Nyx couldn’t finish their sentence before it began. Within them, a dam burst; rolling waves of ecstasy washed over them. A surge, larger than any Nyx could remember, built up within them. It felt as if they were going to be pulled in every direction at once before it finally found its escape.
A torrent of hot cum sprayed out from Nyx’s throbbing cock. They fell back, landing on the couch beside the resting Emma. Strand after strand of white liquid shot into the air. After a few seconds, they were coated, but the deluge was not done. Gallon after gallon flew through the air as Nyx’s body twitched from the unadulterated pleasure. What felt like minutes passed, but still no end was in sight as Nyx felt themself drifting to rest.
“Time to get started.”