The Transplant

I get criticized a lot for writing about unrealistically huge penises, so here's a story about a guy with a small one - sorta. I'm average, since you were wondering - I just like writing about huge dicks, idk. I'm like that kid in Superbad who did the dick drawings. I have no artistic ability, so the written word is my outlet for it.

While this is a standalone sci-fi story, it features characters from another of my stories and functions as a sequel. If you like this one and want to read the prequel, it's called "My Father, My Husband" and can be found among my stories. Since they're very different and don't even belong in the same section, I did them separately rather than as chapters or sequels, so the only way to know about it is me telling you here.

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Plodoz awoke, his eyes opened, and he immediately wished they hadn't. Another day with no reason to live wasn't exactly appealing. 'Couldn't I have slept in a bit more?' he wondered, cursing his brain for waking him up into this living hell instead of letting him escape it for another hour or two.

He got up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and shuffled over to the window. As he did his feet dragged, and nothing else. His depression was too great to even walk properly. He spied Orboz rising over the horizon, it being the larger and whiter of the two stars his planet orbited. For the past year, and the next three, it was rising first. And for the past fourteen years and the next five, it was the one farther away. Zeblons, as his species called themselves, had made great advancements in science in the past three millennia, and they credited figuring out their binary star system as the major impetus behind it.

He remembered the weather being warmer when he was a child due to Orboz having been closer back then, as it would soon be again. Older folk frequently busted kid's balls about how the heat or cold would blow their minds, depending which way the cycle was headed. But the difference wasn't enormous, otherwise life wouldn't be able to survive on Planet Nordex.

Not liking hot weather, Plod brooded and cursed his existence. As if things needed to be even worse for him, the weather would start getting hotter within a year or two as Orboz came closer, and wouldn't cool off again for almost two decades. But, he mused, it really didn't matter because whatever the weather, he'd always be miserable. Still lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed when Arbaz -- the smaller and redder star -- rose.

Zebs were, as a rule, quite friendly. They generally chose sex over violence, and had evolved enormous genitalia to aid in this. They knew they were unique in this, as no animal life on their planet had anywhere near the same ratio of genital to body size. The various biology branches of their scientific establishment had studied the issue extensively, finding a strong correlation between peacefulness and genital size. The Large Hardon Collider they'd invented over two thousand years ago remained, in the eyes of most gay Zeblon men, their species' crowning achievement.

The evolutionary pressure on women's vaginas had, in addition to giving them really big ones, also prompted their hips to widen. This made their asses huge, something most men loved. Meanwhile men's penises were also enormous. The defining sign of manhood was the visible roughening and darkening of the skin around the tip as a result of it dragging on the ground as they walked. This rough patch, known as the zizz, provided extra stimulation to men's sexual partners, and the luckiest men were those with the longest penises and therefore zizzes. Capable of giving their partners the best orgasms, these men were the most revered of all Zebs and were informally called morbs.

This was the source of Plod's agony -- his micropenis hung only to his lower thighs. Even erect and pointed down, it barely went past his knees. Without a zizz he was seen as an eternal boy, the butt of every joke, the outcast in every crowd. Destined to never have sex, romance, or even a place in society, Plod's thoughts revolved incessantly around ending his life. Rarely did a few moments go by without his mind at least touching upon the subject.

The Zeblon tendency toward niceness was nowhere to be seen in their treatment of the Plods of the world. He was subject to constant derision and belittlement. He couldn't even bear to hold a job, being insulted for eight hours a day by coworkers and customers alike wasn't worth it. And for what, anyway? To have extra money to spend in stores where he was always the center of amused attention and puzzled, uncomfortable glances? To buy things which at best only somewhat distracted him from his depression, and even then only temporarily? The basics provided to him by the Council, as Zebs called their worldwide governing body, were all he needed. Even if he were rich, nothing would ever make others see him as a man, short of medical advancements not yet achieved.

Plod sighed, activated his Whole-body Holographic Ontological Reality Environment (WHORE) and stepped into the machine. Using this technology he was able to have simulated sex with computer-generated partners. This wondrous invention had replaced the ancient teenage art of masturbation almost five centuries prior, something every Zeb learned about in history class at school.

Every kid was provided with one at the onset of puberty, then they were taken away at the age of 18. The expectation was that adult Zeblons would by then be properly trained in the erotic arts and should prefer actual sex. After being subjected to an extremely lengthy and extensive cleaning process, they went back to central storage and awaited new kids to hit puberty. Since Plod's had to be custom-made for his tiny penis, he was allowed to keep it despite being 23 years old. It was the only decent thing his species had ever done for him.

For this session, he programmed a Laxon Islands chick. He loved the way they looked, typically petite with slightly wavy dark brown hair, prominent noses of a particular shape he found cute, and skin the shade of a good tan, but without the look of sun damage which typically accompanied this shade on lighter-skinned sun worshippers. Their asses and vaginas were relatively small, part of their charm for him, given his situation - but that didn't explain why he liked their faces and hair so much.

Variety was the spice of life, of course, and over the years he had simulated every type of woman imaginable. Once in awhile he'd even queue up a Dworkin just for something different -- these were lesbians who hated men and were invariably fat and ugly.

But the Laxonis were his favorite phenotype which he kept coming back to. The computer finished loading her and he did his thing. When he finished, the performance summary told him he'd lasted barely over a half hour, ejaculated for only four minutes, and produced just under a quart of semen. This was less than half of the male average on every measurement, although standard for Plod. Even his balls were small and underperforming. He sighed an all-too-familiar dejected sigh.

Afterward he laid in bed, weeping softly. Before long Plaxaz called, a welcome interruption. His only friend, Plax was a 100% gay bottom whose penis, though average, was every bit as pointless as Plod's. It was part of why they got along.

Plax was extremely intelligent, top 1% of the top 1%, the cum of the crop. As such, he had an excellent high-paying position as an astrophysical engineer. Plod had mixed feelings about this, mostly he was happy for his friend being smart and successful. Of course there was a bit of envy -- but because this envy was so unlike that which he felt toward other men, and because Plax was such a good friend, it really didn't bother him much.

"How's it hanging?" Plod greeted his friend.

"A little to the left," came the reply, an old joke meant to cheer up the sullen young man. It rarely did. Plax continued, "Listen, I've got something I'm working on and I want you to drop by today if you can. It'll blow your mind."

All business - this was curious. Usually Plax just made small talk and tried to cheer him up, but this time he had a point and had gotten right to it. 'Of course I can make it,' Plod thought, 'what the hell else do I have to do with my worthless life?'

"Sure, I'm not doing anything" he replied, "I can leave now and be there in a half hour." They hung up, and Plod donned his foot protectors and torsocloth, the only things worn by Zebs. He stepped out the door and began the arduous trek. If he were normal, it would have taken barely over five minutes. But over the years his strong desire to avoid people had caused him to explore all the back roads and alleys, which by this point he knew like the back of his hand. The downside was how much longer it took to get around, but this was a minor inconvenience compared to the horrible embarrassment he'd face if he went along main paths where many people would see and mock him.

Even so, around ten minutes into his journey a young male child saw him and started laughing. Plod's face went bright red with shame, as the kid's dinger was already longer than his and almost dragged on the ground due to the runt's small size. He'd probably grow up to be a morb. Feeling nauseous, Plod hightailed it away from the little bastard and arrived at his destination panting and sweating from exertion. He'd made it in just over 20 minutes, but it felt longer than Zaxon's Cock.

Zaxon, of course, was the most revered Zeblon to ever live. Having passed on over 700 years ago, he'd had the longest penis ever recorded and was seen almost as a god by Zeblons. Legend had it that he'd bedded a half million women and that most Zebs carried at least a little bit of his genetic lineage. Historical records revealed that he'd broken 83 bones, including his nose 28 times, by tripping on his own dick and falling. His name had become a part of many figures of speech.

Plax welcomed his friend, greeting him warmly. He wasn't much of a people person either, although he was happily married to his husband Loz, a morb obviously. Being smart didn't carry the status of having a massive penis, but it did grant enough to help attract a morb partner for female or gay Zebs. Thankfully Loz wasn't there, Plod couldn't stand the sight of that giant dong. Like Plax, Loz was nice to him, but it didn't change how humiliated he felt due to the size difference.

"What do you know about the Lilix Anomaly?" Plax asked.

Lilix was a small rocky exoplanet Zebs had discovered well over two thousand years ago, about 20 light-years from Nordex. One of billions classified by astronomy, it orbited a single star and was completely unremarkable. That was, until 60 years ago when nuclear reactions were observed emanating from it. This was impossible, of course -- even gas giant planets weren't big enough to achieve this, much less small rocky ones.

While there were other scientific mysteries, Lilix was the greatest and newest astronomical puzzle. For over a half century astronomers had made detailed surveys of it, finding out more about it than any other exoplanet. But without the ability to perform interstellar travel, there were hard limitations on how much they could figure out.

Plax spoke, "I developed a theory that Lilix harbors intelligent life, and that the aliens living there have small genitals. Lacking the pleasure of good sex, they use nuclear technology for destructive purposes, which explains the observations. Essentially, they engineer giant explosions designed to kill one another."

Plod blinked in confusion. Upon discovering nuclear chemistry over 2500 ago, Zebs had obviously recognized its potential for destruction. It had never once entered their minds to use it in this way; whether transmitted to homes as electricity or powering large ocean-going vessels, it was used only for constructive purposes. What on Nordex would be the point of destroying things?

Plax continued, "But what I'm about to tell you is beyond imagination. I've actually developed a way to teleport directly around the immediate galaxy. It only works within about a 25 light-year range. I call it the Scotty."

"Bullshit!" Plod scoffed, "You're pulling my third leg!" He laughed, but Plax's eyes remained serious.

"I'm not joking," came Plax's reply. "In fact, I've traveled to Lilix and confirmed my theory... and I think it might be the answer for you. You'd be amazed how similar it is to Nordex, the gravity is only 2% less, and we can breathe the air and eat the food. It's actually quite tasty, if you avoid a place called 'England.' We even look almost exactly like the Lilixians - except for their tiny genitals, of course. My theory was right!" He beamed triumphantly, proud as a morb.

"What are the odds of that?" Plod asked thoughtfully. "Did you check any other planets? I always thought aliens would look way different."

"The only other planets within range have microbial life at most" came Plax's reply, "so we have no way of knowing. Anyway, listen bro... your cock is huge compared to theirs, bigger than even the biggest men there. And we look so much like them you'd fit right in, aside from your peaceful nature. You'd only have to learn their language, and your neuroplant will help with that. This could be your ticket out of hell, my friend."

Neurological implants had been developed more than 1300 years back and were the standard for Zebs, everyone had one put in as a toddler. They were nothing like what science fiction had predicted prior to their development. Speculation, rarely based on any logic, had been that they would give everyone seemingly magical superpowers. Reality had to follow the laws of physics though. They were essentially small computers with a few sensors, wired into the brain and accessed like a sixth sense. They could sense the emotional state of nearby beings and do a bit of computing, nothing more.

Plod sat down involuntarily, right there on the floor. His shock was so great that his legs turned into jelly unable to support his weight. His face turned red as he realized Plax must be pulling a prank on him. Nothing good had ever happened to him, and if what his friend was telling him was true, this would be a lot more than good. It wasn't how the universe worked, existence seemed to have been specially created to torture Plodoz. There was probably a holocam recording his reaction for the amusement of other Zebs, phased out so it couldn't be seen. How could Plax betray him like this? After all these years?

Plax read his mind, partly due to their long friendship, and partly due to the wireless communication between their neuroplants. "I'm fucking serious!" he yelled, then walked over and sat down next to his friend, hugging him fiercely. "I would never hurt you like that" he said, looking sincerely into Plod's eyes. "Look, I'll send you there now. You've got nothing to lose."

It was true, Plod was an only child and his parents had disowned him for his miniscule penis. He was intensely lonely and spent all his time playing hologames, which were extremely appealing since he could interact with others anonymously and almost feel normal. Plax was his only friend, but Plax was married, had a great career, a small circle of friends, and a large circle of colleagues and acquaintances. He would probably be happy if Plod was happy, even if it meant they'd never see each other again.

He handed Plod a small transponder, telling him that if he wanted to come back for any reason, he could simply hit the single button on it, which was under a protective latch to prevent accidental usage. Next he put a strange looking helmet on Plod, walked over to a control panel, and hit a series of buttons.

There was no spectacular light or sound show, and no buildup. It was nothing like the holofilms Zebs watched so many of, it was entirely anticlimactic. One moment Plod was on the floor in Plax's laboratory, and an instant later he was on a beach, simple as that.

Standing up, Plod tried to take off the helmet, only to find it wasn't there anymore. He eyed his new surroundings with interest, trying to figure out where on Nordex he was. While the beach he was on looked very similar to any on his planet, there were differences -- but the similarity was so great that he really had to make an effort to notice them.

Being large, trees drew one's eyes. And the trees Plod saw looked like nothing he'd ever seen before. This was the biggest tell, and confirmed that Plax had spoken truthfully. The trees he saw had long, bare trunks and tufts of long leaves at the top. Just below the middle of the tufts, some bore bunches of round fruit, a fraction of which had fallen to the ground. As he walked closer to the nearest ones, he could see that these fruits were brown and fuzzy, about the size of a morb's balls - twice as big as his own.

He walked along in wonder, seeing that the other plant life was also undeniably different. This was harder to notice, small vegetation all melded into a singular patch of green, and unlike botanists Plod had never been interested enough to learn much about the millions of species of unremarkable small plants on his planet. Yet despite not being able to put a finger on exactly why, he could tell it was not the same.

A seemingly predatory animal approached, setting him on guard. The beast's tongue was hanging out, revealing numerous sharp teeth. He nearly dropped a log as it came closer, but his neuroplant told him it was calm and of a friendly nature. Indeed, it approached with apparent familiarity, completely unafraid. When it got to him it sniffed his penis extensively.

At long last, its curiosity sated, it licked his hand, then put its front limbs on his torso. Upright it was about as tall as a small woman. It began licking his face, and Plod responded with a smile, scratching its ears. Its reaction needed no translation, it loved this. It reminded him of a small sequine, though much smaller and less skittish. Some sequines weighed more than a ton and a half, and only these largest breeds had penises which could compare to a Zeblon man's. This beast could be no more than 75 pounds, he guessed.

It pushed away from him, dropping back down to all fours, turned, and emitted a sharp, low-pitched sound a few times. Not overly loud, which would be a sign of agitation, but simply a communication, his neuroplant suggested. In the distance, Plod could see two people walking, and at the animal's call they changed direction and headed toward him. Their slow pace suggested no danger, and the closer they got, the more his neuroplant could pick up about their relaxed emotional state and friendly intentions.

As they grew closer still, he could see that they wore cloth over the bottom halves of their bodies, which was certainly odd. The man's could barely conceal his penis -- it was almost as big as Plod's own, from the outline he could see through the cloth. He was about Plod's height as well, although older, judging by his graying hair. He was extremely attractive, muscular with a bit of a paunch, exuding an easy masculinity which Plod lacked.

The woman was nothing short of stunning. She was much younger, about Plod's age, and looked almost exactly like a Laxoni - not only in her facial structure and hair, but also her petite body size. Her ass wasn't as big, but Plod could easily see her pussy right through the teeny piece of blue-green cloth which tried and failed to cover it -- and the snatch he saw looked almost as big as a Zeblon woman's. This cloth matched the color of her torsocloth, if one could call it that -- it consisted of two microscopic triangles covering only her enormous nipples, and just barely. The microscopic pieces of cloth were draped upon her body by string so thin it was barely visible.

Her eyes were a deep and vibrant green, a color which complemented that of her scant clothing. This amazed Plod to no end, eyes on Nordex, whether Zeblon or animal, were all the same shade of brown, barring genetic anomalies which could rarely result in different colors. These eyes weren't considered attractive since they were frequently comorbid with other unattractive anomalies, and these people had to avoid going outdoors without protective eyewear which made them even less attractive.

Plod briefly recalled a lesson from school, something about Nordex's two suns requiring the eyes of its inhabitants to produce a protective compound, the reason almost all were brown. Speculation in some science fiction stories and holofilms was that single-star planets might feature alien life with multicolored eyes due to the lack of this evolutionary pressure, and here was the proof.

While non-brown eyes and the associated genetic anomalies were an undesirable feature on Zebs, this woman was exquisitely attractive and her exotic green eyes simply added to her jaw-dropping beauty. Those eyes met Plod's only briefly before traveling downward -- and staying there. In fact, both Lilixians were staring unabashedly at his cock. The man's mouth hung open, and the woman licked her lips. Plod was used to getting his penis stared at like this, except the Zebs doing it were always laughing at and mocking him. These Lilixians seemed impressed though.

So far nothing was making sense, supposedly they were a warlike species with tiny genitals that made Plod's look large. But so far he'd encountered only a friendly animal and two Lilixians with genitals which were on par with his own - definitely small, but not as tiny as advertised.

"Hi, I'm Sarah and this is my husband Warren" the woman said, her eyes firmly affixed to Plod's cock, her voice as pretty as she was. This was, of course, gibberish unintelligible to Plod. However his neuroplant picked up on the gist of her intention, which was one of friendly greeting. "We're on our honeymoon here in Malta" she finished.

Plod tapped his chest and said only "Plodoz".

The animal stood at the man's side, another sign it was friendly, though no more was needed at this point. The man idly scratched its ears as Plod had done. The man pointed at it and said "Fido," then at the woman and said "Sarah," and concluding by tapping his own chest as Plod had done, saying "Warren." During this, his eyes only briefly left Plod's pecker. They now returned to it and he continued speaking: "My God, you're even bigger than me!"

The introduction with names needed no translation. The neuroplant had been hard at work breaking down the woman's words and deciphering their language. It had made enough progress to tell him that the man had said something like "By Zaxon's Cock!" and then expressed appreciation of Plod's little dick. Well, maybe not so little -- the Lilixian's identical reactions to it really did seem genuine...

Plod's eyes wandered back to the gorgeous Laxoni-looking woman's pussy, where he now saw lubrication dripping down the inside of her left thigh, the direction gravity dictated since her left pussy lip was hanging a few inches beyond the small piece of cloth she wore there. Her eyes were still glued to his cock as if by the strong nuclear force.

A possibility flitted across his mind that Plax had been completely correct and honest, and that this man was simply a morb of his species, perhaps even the planet's zaxon (the lack of capitalization indicating not the historical figure, but rather Nordex's current record holder for penis size, which conferred a celebrity status to the lucky guy).

Sarah approached him, her eyes indicating lust with a bit of trepidation. Plod had seen this look countless times using his WHORE, but this was a living woman and it wasn't the same. In the WHORE it added to the fantasy, to the enjoyment. But seeing it on a living woman it was terrifying.

A part of his mind told him that she must be faking it, that this must be for her amusement. That Plax had not developed interplanetary teleportation, only intraplanetary. That the woman looked Laxoni because she was exactly that, having been chosen because the data from his WHORE would show they were his favorite. That the Zebs were making a comedic holofilm with Plod as the butt of the joke, and that this was all a setup to hurt him more by first giving him hope, provoking a stronger reaction that would make the audience laugh harder and turn the holofilm into a historic classic comedy.

But that couldn't be the case -- creating a world this big, with different vegetation and an animal like Fido was simply beyond Zeblon technology. The WHORE did a pretty good job of simulating a man or woman, but even then there was an uncanny valley. It didn't look entirely real, and one could tell it was a simulation. Past that, it couldn't do distance very well, and lacked the ability to mimic textures other than Zeblon flesh and a few common materials found in most homes upon which one might have fun with that flesh. It wasn't capable, for example, of mimicking the texture of the sand which Plod could feel scrunching so realistically beneath his foot protectors. And while more powerful computers than that in a WHORE certainly existed, they still had their limitations. They were used to make many holofilms, and there always remained that slight indication of fakery.

Her eyes still fixated on his cock, Sarah got onto her knees in front of him and touched it, gingerly with only her fingertips at first, then held it more firmly as she began stroking it. Plod's face wore a genuine smile, something which was quite rare for him. Behind her and to the side, Warren removed what Plod came to think of as his lowercloth and began stroking his own penis. Perhaps Lilixians hadn't developed WHORE technology yet, this was the old style of masturbation Plod had learned about at school.

Both men became erect, and Plod could see that his penis was slightly bigger than Warren's, both in length and girth, although not by much on either measurement. Sarah emitted an occasional ooh or aah as she continued stroking his cock and balls. Spots of dark sand began appearing between her knees as her pussy lubricated and dripped. She began licking the head and it felt like nothing he had ever felt before. The WHORE was good, but now he realized how limited it was as he experienced the real thing. On top of the actual physical sensations being better, the emotional component of it heightened the experience exponentially. This was a real woman! And she was enjoying it instead of mocking him! Sweet Zax!

He delighted as she ran her tongue all over the head, alternating between the frenulum, the crest, and diving into his pisshole with the tip of her tongue. All the while, her hands stroked his cock unabated. She moved one hand all the way down to his pubic bone, holding his cock tightly around the base. The other hand now stroked his nuts, first as soft as a gentle breeze, providing a titillating sensation, then squeezing just hard enough to feel good but not enough to cause pain.

Plod's heart swelled with a joy which he'd never thought possible. As it did, his cock also swelled. He groaned and told Sarah that he was about to come. She didn't understand a word of it and was completely taken aback by his orgasm. The most powerful of his life, it felt like fire and electricity were simultaneously engulfing his pecker and lower abdomen. In a good way, not with the excruciating pain which he'd feel if that were literal.

As he moaned and writhed, the first half of his initial spurt easily filled her mouth to -- and past -- capacity, physically forcing her head back off of his cock. The second half of the spurt completely covered her countenance with creamy cum. Zeblons were accustomed to this and, while Plod didn't know it, their throats had evolved to be bigger than Lilixian's in order to accommodate swallowing Zeblon men's huge loads.

To this woman's credit though, she planted her mouth right back on his cock head in time to catch the subsequent spurts. They were not quite as large as the first, and having experienced the first one, she was ready this time. She gamely drank every drop of his spunk. It was no easy task, her cheeks puffed out comically and the expression on her face belied how much effort it took on her part. While he couldn't see it from his vantage point, her throat was very visibly distorted as she swallowed repeatedly. Around the 15th spurt, her eyes went wide, and kept getting wider as he kept ejaculating.

Warren had moved during this and was watching from the side. Unlike Plod, he did see Sarah's throat working, and the eroticism of it had hastened his own orgasm. As Plod finally finished and collapsed in the sand he watched, only half conscious, while Warren approached Sarah and put his cock in her mouth. She expertly handled his rod in the same way she had Plod's, and easily swallowed his load as he thrust what little of his cockhead would fit in and out of her lips. His orgasm didn't last very long at all, only about ten or fifteen spurts, and well under a minute. It was accompanied by loud, bizarre grunting, groaning, and squealing sounds which Plod found hilarious. He couldn't believe Lilixians made such oddball sounds when they climaxed, but he managed not to laugh as he didn't want to offend his new friends.

Warren collapsed next to Plod and held out a hand, palm forward. Unsure of what to do, Plod simply mimicked the gesture. Warren responded by slapping Plod's hand with his own, smiling. Smiles were universal, it seemed, and Plod happily smiled back. As one, they looked over at Sarah, who seemed uncomfortable. Her figure was so svelte, her bodyfat so minimal, they could both clearly see her stomach bloated with its contents. Little did Plod know that Warren's ejaculation, while massive compared to the average Lilixian's, was only half of Plod's average. Nor did he realize that the power of his own orgasm - the best of his life by several orders of magnitude - had caused him to produce almost twice his average amount of splooge. Her tiny stomach held more than a half gallon of jizz. Her face was still plastered by half of Plod's first squirt and a dollop of baby batter ran down one corner of her mouth and chin, dripping onto her breast.

She noticed them looking and smiled ruefully, clearly happy to experience this particular discomfort. Her eyes met Plods and, for once, remained there for a moment. Her expression was one of satisfaction but also curiosity. It was the longest she had spent looking at anything other than his dick. But those beguiling green orbs eventually returned to their usual resting spot, which had regained its erection. Warren pulled a beachcloth out of a bag and placed it down behind their guest, then Sarah approached and gently pushed Plod back from his seated position, causing him to lay on his back.

Grabbing his cock, she straddled him and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. As she tried to get it in unsuccessfully, her face told of more discomfort - but it also told of her willingness to gladly endure it. With his cock beneath her and hidden from her view, her slitted, lusty eyes finally met Plod's own for good, and she held his gaze while repeatedly raising and lowering herself onto the head of his cock, getting a bit more of it inside her each time.

This went on for several minutes, his cock easing into her a bit more with each repetition. Her twat was stretched ponderously around his willy, the lips purple and distended. She was incredibly tight, almost painfully so. This was nothing the WHORE had prepared him for, safety regulations meant that it always felt at least a little loose. At last his cock reached her ultimate depth, for which he was slightly too big. About an inch of dick simply could not fit inside her no matter what, to his delight. This was a joy known only to morbs and which Plod, even in his wildest fantasies, never imagined he could experience.

She leaned forward, still peering into his eyes, smiled genuinely, and kissed him on the lips. Plod kissed back eagerly, this being another wonderful experience he hadn't ever dared dream of experiencing. Before long they were ferociously tongue wrestling, all the while her hips gyrating and bouncing on his pecker.

Sarah pulled away from the kiss as she began moaning, her eyes becoming unfocused. "Unnnnnhhh" she groaned as she came, her quim clamping painfully on Plod's knob. It was more than he could bear and he exploded with his second orgasm just seconds after hers began. Together they came as she lay atop him, their bodies writhing in unison on the beachcloth. The throes of her orgasm seemed to not last very long, mere seconds compared to his minutes.

As he kept moaning, eyes squinted almost shut, filling her pussy with more and more sperm, her eyes again went wide. It seemed that Lilixians had much shorter orgasms and were amazed by Plod's. Still coming, he could feel his semen squeezing out around his cock, coating his groin. Perhaps Lilixian women lacked a sacral sac, the structure in Zeblon women which had evolved to receive and hold men's massive loads.

Her eyes lost their focus as a smile appeared on her face. She groaned loudly as she had another orgasm. This one didn't hurt as much, perhaps it wasn't as strong as her first, or perhaps she was more loose and accustomed to him now. Her second orgasm ended perfectly in sync with his own finishing up. They looked silently and comfortably, at length, into one another's eyes. It turned out that language wasn't quite as important as he'd thought it would be, eyes could say quite a lot by themselves.

They were interrupted by Warren, whose face wore an unmistakable expression. He was going to come within seconds, and clearly wanted it to be inside his partner. Sarah pulled off of Plod's cock, causing his load to sploosh out of her, soaking the beachcloth. Still meeting his eyes, she inched backward so that she could lick the cum off his cock. She put her ass up in the air for Warren, who moved in behind her and planted his cock balls deep in her, sequine style, just in time -- his face contorted as he unloaded into her for the second time, this time between her other lips.

As he did so, he made the same bizarre noises he'd made the first time. Plod thought it sounded like a badly injured sequine and looked quizzically at Sarah, who rolled her eyes and smiled with unmistakable humor. Plod had to bite his tongue this time to keep from laughing. So it was just Warren who did this, not all Lililxians. A tear rolled from his eye, squeezed out by the pressure of holding back so much laughter.

Warren sat down, the two men now on either side of Sarah, and they basked in the afterglow. She produced a small electronic device and put a green substance in it. "Maui Wowie" she said to Plod with a broad smile, a phrase his neuroplant couldn't make heads or tails of. She put the device to her lips, inhaled through it, and after a few seconds exhaled a cloud of vapor which had a very peculiar smell, one Plod had never encountered before.

She passed the device to him and he mimicked her, but it did nothing. She giggled and held his hand, motioning for him to try again. As he did, she guided his finger to a button and made him press it. This time he could feel the vapor burning his lungs. He held it in for a moment as she had, before exhaling his own cloud of vapor. This was followed by a coughing fit.

"Gotta cough to get off" said Warren, laughing in a friendly manner. Though the words meant nothing to Plod he knew that this wasn't the mean sort of laugh usually directed at him by his own kind. Warren grabbed the device and used it himself, having as easy a time with it as Sarah had. Plod guessed that they were used to this. She put the device away and Plod briefly wondered what the point of it was, but ultimately forgot about it, instead replaying the recent events in his mind. A huge smile was painted on his face which wouldn't have gone away if he tried.

As they sat there, Plod's mind and heart began racing. His memory of what they'd just done took on a depth of lust which surprised him. His cock grew incredibly hard and he looked over to find Sarah already looking at him, a knowing smile writ upon her face, her eyes red and slitted. 'Holy shit' he thought, this must be an aphrostim drug!

This was another part of Zeblon history which was taught in schools. These drugs, known for greatly intensifying sexual gratification, had been banned for almost three thousand years on Nordex. Zeblon progress had halted due to Zebs doing nothing but having sex all day and night. One notable Zeb, Frito Pendejo, had even starved to death since he was too busy fucking to bother eating food. The Council had finally banned them, a very unpopular move -- but Zeblon progress had advanced quickly afterward, proving the wisdom of the decision.

Having already came in her twice, Plod looked at Sarah with renewed lust, greater than anything he'd ever felt before. His mouth had become incredibly dry, and as if reading his mind Warren handed him a bottle containing water. He was obviously aware of the effects the drug would have, and was prepared for them. His eyes were red and slitted like Sarah's, and Plod guessed that his own were as well -- they certainly felt as dry as his mouth. He looked back at Sarah with the strongest desire he'd yet felt to plant his cock in her again, deciding that red eyes and a dry mouth were a small price to pay for having such an unbelievably strong sexual desire.

Warren lay on his back on the beachcloth, his dick rock-hard and standing straight up. With her back to him, Sarah squatted down over him, dunked her pussy briefly onto his cock to lubricate it, then placed it at the entrance to her asshole. Plod watched with great interest, partly due to the aphrostim drug, but also because this was such a rare sight.

Zeblon women had evolved something in their vaginas, appropriately enough dubbed the D-spot, which intensified the pleasure they got from the D. While gay men routinely did anal, women generally did not. There was a stigma against those who did, with talk of 'digestive' issues. Though they blamed men for it, this derision was only levied against women by other women, thus gay men didn't face the same stigma.

Sarah gazed pointedly and lustily into Plod's eyes as she sunk her asshole onto Warren's dick. Within a minute he was in all the way up to his balls, her asshole stretched lewdly around his veiny cock. Now she beckoned Plod over by pointing a finger at him, underhanded, and curling it a few times. It was a gesture common to Zebs, and Plod marveled again at how similar their worlds were and at how overrated language was.

As he approached her, her eyes dropped to his rock-hard dick and she pointed at her pussy. Plod couldn't believe his luck. Every Zeblon man had heard rumors, usually a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend who had experienced this. But since it was so rare for Zeb women to like anal, double penetrations were incredibly rare.

But here it was. He placed his cock at the entrance to her ruined pussy and licked his lips at the sight. Its purple lips, huge by themselves but disproportionally large contrasted against her petite frame, were spread wide open. A a dribble of the men's combined semen from earlier leaked out of the big gaping hole in the middle and dripped onto Warren's johnson. Plod placed his head at the entrance and began pushing, but despite how warmed up she was this was even more difficult than the first time. She had controlled the penetration last time by being on top, but his time it was on Plod and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Beyond that, the very limited real estate inside her tiny body was being taken up in large part by Warren's cock.

But as he gently thrust over and over, his cock disappeared slowly but surely inside her clam. She moaned, her eyes looking down at their union. Plod was looking as well, it was incredibly erotic to see two huge cocks disappearing into the tiny woman, her pussy stretched obscenely around his own dick and her ass around Warren's.

Before long he was in to his limit, an inch of cock sticking out at his deepest. He began slowly thrusting, as did Warren. Their pace sped up, and their differing rhythms meant that at some points one was coming while the other was going, while at other points they thrust into her simultaneously. During these latter moments, her intense animalistic grunts told them how much pleasure this gave her, so they wordlessly synced up to give her what she wanted.

Moaning and squealing, she had an orgasm like a Zeb's, lasting upwards of five minutes as the men thrust savagely into her. Plod couldn't know that Lilixian orgasms were pretty much set in stone at a max of 20-30 seconds, but that the women were capable of having multiples one after another which could merge into one seemingly long one.

She finally went silent, breathing hard, moaning softly on each exhale. The men stopped to give her a rest, though they kept their stiffies all the way inside her. She leaned up and kissed Plod again, deep and long. He didn't know the nature of her relationship with Warren. Short or long term? Romance or just sex? Either way, Warren clearly enjoyed her fucking and kissing other men, as Plod could feel the man's cock get even harder through the thin internal tissue separating it from his own meaty member.

Finally breaking off the kiss, she motioned for them to pull out. When they did, she flipped over, taking Warren's wang into her pussy. Slightly shorter and thinner, it slipped easily into her used-up hole all the way to the balls. She looked lustily back at plod, smiled, and winked. He had been so fixated on how incredibly sexy her ruined holes looked that he'd had to tear his eyes away to meet hers, and even now her invitation went unanswered. Not until she pointed at her asshole did it finally register.

Plod couldn't believe his luck, most Zeb men never got to experience fucking an ass unless they were gay tops. Even then it was invariably a single penetration. The aphrostim drug intensifying it, Plod was so turned on by the horny slut wanting two cocks at once that his cock twitched a few times. He eagerly placed it at her anal entrance and, as before with her twat, slowly worked his way inside her.

Zax's cannonballs it was tight! He made slow progress, a bit with each thrust, until eventually he was inside her almost all the way. He was then taken by surprise when that last inch, which wouldn't fit in her gash, did fit in her ass. She looked back at him, her expression that of an animal in heat, and said "Cum in me, oh God cum in me!"

Only later would Plod wonder if it was the neuroplant or something else, but he understood her as clearly as if a Zeb woman or his WHORE had said the same thing, and it turned him on so much he immediately did exactly as was requested. As powerful as his first two orgasms had been, this one was far stronger. He held himself balls deep inside her, savoring the sensation of her tight sphincter squeezing around the very base of his cock, a pleasure so exquisite he'd never forget it. A primal part of his brain rejoiced as he began unloading his seed into her ass. His cock spasmed repeatedly, sending another half gallon of creamy cum into the tiny Laxoni minx.

As he came for more than five minutes, his orgasm was intensified by feeling Warren's thrusts alongside his cock, again separated by her own internal division between pussy and ass. Apparently, being older, accustomed to the aphrostim, and having had sex before (with this woman, no less), Warren needed a bit more time to reach his own third climax. He did so just as Plod's was finishing up with the last dozen or so spurts, making the same ludicrous noises.

As the men came, Sarah emitted a squeal, then a loud, hoarse "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhh" as she reached her own climax. Her asshole squeezed Plod's cock relentlessly, sucking the last of his cum from the length of his dick. He fondled and squeezed her perfect ass, a thumb idly playing with the skin of her asshole where it met his cock.

There they laid for quite some time, both men still deep inside the woman. They were too exhausted to move, and too happy to want to. Plod experienced aftershocks, something he didn't even know was possible. Every now and then his cock would twitch as if he were coming, but only once or twice sporadically. Sarah could feel these and responded each time with a soft mmm or ahhh. He could feel the slow drip-drip of semen leaking out of her around his cock.

Much later on, Plod approached the ocean. He took the return transponder out of his torsocloth's pocket and without any pause for thought threw it as far into the water as he could.