Sunday night the news announced the transit was on strike. I called Jess to tell her I would be at her place by 5 so be ready. I was up early showered...shaved and was over to her place by 5. She seemed a little intimidated by the size of the bike. I rode a big touring Harley full dresser. She said she had never been on a bike before. She suited up and we were heading south to the 401 in five minutes.. A quick run east on the 401 and then south on Yonge Street to Queen and the west to the office.. ” She walked back to the table and put her glass down before taking her dress off. Then she removed her bra and panties and casually ambled back to the tub where she came and sat beside me. I couldn’t resist the temptation to cup her breast in my hand and lick her nipple, and she responded by licking mine. “Come on boys,” I said, “Don’t be bashful. Come and join us.” There was only a slight moment of hesitation, but as soon as Glen started to unbutton his shirt, I knew we were on. They were. It was a night that lacked humidity, and the air felt cool and refreshing in my lungs. The sweat on my palms dried in the light breeze, something I was more than thankful for. The store she led me into had a colorful and relaxed theme to it. The tables were lime green with pink, yellow, and orange overstuffed leather chairs surrounding them. We walked to the counter and ordered small strawberry drinks and went to choose seats. I chose a pink chair near the back of the store. In another half-second she was as tall as Aki's seven feet. In another half second she was a foot taller. And she kept growing for two more seconds, until she threatened the room's high ceiling. Her arms were almost the size of Akiko herself, and she had acquired a cock that matched her scale. She was a monster, in some sense, but she didn't entirely look it -- she still had her feminine hourglass figure, scaled cartoonishly up, and her sweet smile. Given the esthetics of the place, every last.