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DR. BASHIR'S BIG ADVENTURE
by Martin
Quark was almost ready to close for the evening when Dr. Julian Bashir walked in the bar. He had just been turned down by Jadzia Dax for what seemed like the millionth time, and she hadn't taken great pains to spare his feelings. Quark thought that the doctor might trip on the edges of his own frown.
"Ah, Doctor! What can I do for you this evening?"
"Gin and tonic, Quark. Tanqueray."
The Ferengi reached under the bar to dial up the drink. "You look a bit under the weather, Dr. Bashir. Want to talk about it?" Quark was practicing his skills as a sympathetic ear. He had the ear part down, but for some reason he wasn't able to convince anyone of the sympathy.
Julian sighed. Quark recognized the sound instantly.
"Ah! The sigh of unrequited love."
Julian shrugged, looking even more glum. "That's just it. Is it love? She won't give me a chance! Maybe I just want to sleep with her. Who knows?"
Quark shook his head. "Not you, it seems. You really should figure this out for yourself before bothering Lt. Dax again."
The doctor didn't even pretend to be surprised that Quark had figured out the object of his affection. He realized he'd been acting the fool since meeting the beautiful Trill woman who had once been a man. All he said was:
"How?"
The Ferengi chuckled. "Rent one of my holosuites, of course. I've got the physical attributes and biological profiles of everyone on this station --cha! almost everyone in Starfleet--programmed into the computer. You can program up Lt. Dax and, well, do whatever you want."
This time, Julian did pretend to be surprised. "Quark, that's unethical!
In fact, I think it's illegal."
"Moi? Do something illegal? Don't be ridiculous. Besides, you'd never prove it. So what do you say?"
#
Julian entered the holosuite and looked around. He didn't know why he'd agreed to this. Desperation, he supposed. The door closed behind him, leaving the doctor undisturbed with his thoughts. Quark was leaving the bar for the night, and had made Julian promise to lock up when he was finished, if he was done before morning.
Julian sighed again. "Computer?"
#
The Cardassian spy unlatched the cover to the computer panel and peeked inside. Just as he'd hoped, he'd have access to the station's entire system from this remote location. Nobody would ever find him.
As he worked to splice his way into the works, he accidentally touched his calipers to the wrong microchip. Sparks alerted him to his mistake, and he was able to sabotage the alarms before they went off. "Merdosjh!" Now what had he done?
After a moment's looking, he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd merely crossed some wires in the holosuites. Nobody should be there at this hour and the damage would probably go unnoticed until morning. By that time, he'd be long gone.
The Cardassian smiled to himself, and continued his work.
#
Dr. Bashir was looking at a replica of Jadzia Dax when the lights in the holosuite went out. The replica was fully clothed and motionless, and Julian hadn't been about to touch it. It seemed wrong, somehow. He couldn't decide what to do. The sudden darkness decided for him.
"Computer, lights, please."
The computer chirped, but the lights didn't go on.
What the hell? "Computer!"
A faint chirp.
Damn. "This is a giant pain in the ass! I'll have to report this to Commander Sisko." The frustration of the day catching up with him.
The computer chimed again. "W-w-work-working. Please clarify this term," it said, then Julian heard his own voice, which had apparently been recorded for reference, saying, "Th-this is a g-giant...is a giant p--...this is giant....tell Sisko...giant...giant...giant Sisko..."
Julian sighed. "Computer, you're in some sort of feedback loop, run level one diagnos--" That's as far as he got. Then the lights came on.
The doctor screamed.
#
Fifteen seconds before Julian's yells echoed off the holosuite walls, Quark was almost ready to go to bed, when he thought of Dr. Bashir again. Poor guy, he thought, in a rare empathetic twinge. He knew just how the doctor felt. Quark himself had struck out with Lt. Dax on any number of occasions.
"Computer?"
"Working."
"What's the location of Dr. Bashir?
"Dr. Bashir is in Holosuite Two."
"Connect me with the holosuite computer."
There was a pause, then the holosuite computer said, "W-working." Quark didn't notice the slight stutter.
"Computer, give Dr. Bashir an erotic fantasy based loosely on whatever programming he gave you." It didn't occur to Quark for an instant that Julian had actually programmed a sexual encounter. The good doctor was far too moral.
The computer beeped in acknowledgment.
#
Bashir tried to calm himself at once. This is just a small programming error, he thought. I'll just talk to the computer and it will open the door and let me out.
The computer, however, did no such thing. It didn't respond at all, even when he asked it to sound the alarm.
What if I'm not in the holosuite anymore? What if this is...real?
Julian did his best to put such thoughts out of his head. That was impossible. That was horrifying.
He forced himself to look around again. He was sitting on the edge of a huge desk. It was Commander Sisko's desk, he was sure of it. The hologram of the commander's late wife was here, along with some other distinctive items. Julian's problem was that the hologram, which was about eight inches tall, stood two heads taller than he was! Everything was GIGANTIC!
Everything, except for Julian, of course. Julian seemed to be six inches tall.
"This is impossible," said the doctor out loud. "Just impossible."
To make matters worse, he was not only six inches tall, sitting on his commander's desk, he was also naked. He had realized that when he tried to hit his com badge. Naked as the day he was born. If he still was in the holosuite, the computer must have beamed his clothes right off his body. If he wasn't...
But the time for that consideration had passed. With a loud swish, the door to the office opened. Benjamin Sisko, commander of Deep Space Nine and seventy-five foot giant strode into the room with his characteristic long stride.
It's going to be a long night, thought Julian.
Commander Sisko crossed the room toward this desk, which didn't actually quake beneath Dr. Bashir from the giant commander's footsteps, but he thought it might as well have. Too late, it occurred to him to hide, and let this holosuite fantasy, if it was a holosuite fantasy, run its course.
"JULIAN!!!" The voice, raised in surprise, almost deafened the tiny doctor.
He moved to cover his ears, but that was no longer necessary. Benjamin Sisko squatted and stared at Dr. Bashir in awe. He said, much more quietly, "Julian, what happened to you?"
What could the doctor say? He shrugged his shoulders while trying to cover himself under the giant's gaze.
"Who did this to you?"
"I don't know, sir. I was in a..." Should he tell the commander he thought he was in a holosuite program? How would a holosuite simulacrum take it if he were informed of his true nature?
"You were in what?" asked Sisko. He put a large, dark hand on the desk on either side of Julian and left them there, surrounding him.
What choice did he have? "A holosuite, sir."
Sisko didn't get it. "A holosuite did this to you? I'd better call Dax."
The thought of Dax looming over him was too much for Julian. "Uh, no, Commander, please don't" Despite his best efforts, he began to get an erection. He did his best to hide it behind his hand, but Benjamin's large eyes noticed much.
"Okay, little guy, don't worry. I'll take care of everything."
The commander's sudden change of tone startled Julian onto his feet.
Gigantic hands still rested on either side of him, and Julian was beginning to feel trapped.
"What will you do, Commander?"
Benjamin chuckled. "Don't worry. You'll like it." With that, he scooped up Julian in his hands and held him under his face.
Resting in the giant's hands, Julian was petrified. Worse, he still had a raging erection from the thought of Jadzia. He noticed Sisko staring at it.
Did the commander think that he, Julian, was turned on by him?
"Commander, please, put me down, sir!"
"I like it when you call me `'sir,' Julian. Please keep doing it." With that, he transferred the little man to his left hand and began to probe the squirming body with his right.
"Stop it!" Julian yelled. The fingers didn't stop. They ran the length of his body, paying special attention to his hard cock.
"You have a great body, Julian." said Sisko.
Julian wanted to cry.
"Do you want to see mine?"
"Please put me down!" yelled the doctor.
Benjamin laughed softly as he rubbed one huge finger across Julian's tight butt. His fingernail probed the tiny crack, lingering at the hole. "You mean, `Put me down, SIR,' don't you?"
Julian sighed. "Put me down, sir," he said.
"No."
It was difficult to take off his Starfleet uniform with Julian in his hand, but Sisko managed to do it. Within a minute, he was naked, sitting on the floor with his back against the desk. Julian couldn't believe his eyes. As his physician, he'd seen Sisko naked before, of course. But from this vantage--the enormous brown body, perfectly muscled, stretching out under him--it was something he'd never imagined. Sitting in the commander's hand, Julian had time to realize that Sisko's penis was erect and absolutely huge before he spoke again.
"Julian, I'm not going to hurt you, but you will do what I say. We'll have a great time together, and then maybe I'll give you to Dax and she can help you get back to normal. Okay?"
The doctor shook his head mutely. "No," he said, almost too softly for Benjamin to hear.
Benjamin brought the little man to his face. "Yes," he whispered, looking at Julian sweetly, "so get used to it." Sisko's giant tongue darted out, burying itself in Julian's crotch. The tiny doctor started to yell in fright, but the shout turned into something else....a moan.
"You like this," said Sisko. It was not a question.
Julian watched the huge, slimy tongue manipulate his relatively smaller penis. Julian closed his eyes. He was realizing very quickly that he DID like it. The commander's behavior had made it obvious that he was still in the holosuite. The real Sisko would never behave like this. With his eyes closed--and thoughts of real-world consequences of out of thoughts--it was easy to just sit back and enjoy the sensation. Who would know?
The pleasurable feeling built. Julian was close to cumming. He was momentarily confused. He never climaxed so quickly. But here it was. His load sprayed out across the commander's tongue. The giant swallowed it with a smile.
"You liked that," said Sisko. "Admit it."
Julian didn't want to admit anything. Homosexuality was no longer stigmatized as it had been in human history and other civilization's pasts, but Julian's mindset had been that of a heterosexual. A heterosexual in control. Or so he thought. Being a giant man's sexual plaything was taking a while to sink in.
But Sisko wasn't going to wait. His hand closed around the tiny doctor so that only Julian's head was free. "Admit it!"
Instead, something else occurred to Julian. "Computer!"
No response from that end.
Benjamin laughed. "You think you're still in the holosuite, don't you?"
Julian didn't answer him. "Computer, sound alarm!" Nothing but a giant's laughter in answer.
"You can't get away, Julian." said Sisko softly. "And I'm not going to let you go until you admit you liked what I just did to you."
"All right, you big asshole! I liked it! Okay? I liked it! Now let me go!"
Benjamin seemed to find this amusing, but didn't loosen his grip. "Let you go, what?"
Julian inhaled as deeply as the fingers crushing his lungs would let him.
"Let me go, sir," he said.
Sisko smiled and opened his hand, turning it over. Julian's little body tumbled down onto the wide chest below him and rolled over the foothills of the commander's rippling abs. Sisko was sitting up straight, and his body was not providing much of an angle for a gradual descent. Julian knew he'd slam into the floor, perhaps injuring himself seriously, if he didn't--
The giant's tightly-coiled pubic hair flashed by. The doctor reached out and grabbed a tuft of it. His arms screamed with the strain, but he managed a jerking stop. Looking around, he realized he was right at the base of Sisko's enormous dick, which stood straight out from the giant's body, directly between the huge, spread legs.
Julian was only about four feet from the floor. While Benjamin watched, amused, the little man used the base of the giant cock to lower himself the rest of the way.
The metallic tile beneath his feet was cold; Chief O'Brien had been trying to adjust the Cardassian climate control for almost a year and had not gotten very far. Gradually, Julian shifted attention from his feet to the room around him, or what little of it he could see. Sisko's gigantic dark body surrounded him on three sides--four, really, if he counted the erect cock towering over his head. From behind the mammoth phallus, Benjamin's face gazed calmly down at him.
I can't get away, thought the shivering little man. I hope to God they realize I'm trapped in here soon. Of course, they wouldn't. Bashir wasn't due on duty until noon the following day, and who would think to look for him before that? Quark knew where he was, but the Ferengi never bothered customers in an active holosuite. It was bad for business. If they stayed in for too long, he just charged for extra time.
Julian's choices were limited. He could either spend the next twelve hours as a sexual toy to a tireless holographic giant or he could try to get away and hope that the holosuite's computer had not endowed said giant with supernatural intelligence. If he could somehow get Sisko's mind off of him.
"Commander!"
"Yes, little one?" Benjamin's soft brown eyes swept over him, moments before his hand grabbed him again, lifting him to chest level.
"I have to tell you something! How this happened to me!"
Sisko chuckled. "You think you're in a holosuite."
"No,, I don't, uh, sir. I just wanted to protect you from the truth."
"Oh? Then what's the truth?"
Julian thought fast. What was the one place on the station he knew better than his commanding officer?
"It was an experiment. In my office. I didn't want you to know that it was running and might affect the rest of the crew. It's stopped now--the timer ran out--but it may have affected others."
"Oh?" said Sisko again.
"Yes. If I can get down there, I can reverse it."
"Your accent is adorable, Julian."
"WHAT?!"
"You really are so cute at this size. I couldn't possibly allow you to regain your normal height until I'm through with you."
The doctor thought he was going to either scream, laugh, or cry. Was this what hysteria felt like?
"Please, Commander...Benjamin..."
The hand tightened. "What did I tell you to call me?"
"I meant sir! Please, sir, before it's too late!"
The hand tightened some more and Julian saw stars. Holodecks in general were programmed not to cause harm, but the little doctor thought that this one may have malfunctioned--or it was possible, being a Cardassian machine, that it had never contained such a fail-safe. Julian inhaled shallowly, but the air was forced from his lungs by the pressure. Was this his last breath?
It wasn't. The hand opened again and, too weak to grab for pubic hair on the way down, Julian fell head-over-heels down Benjamin's taut body onto the floor. Sisko then stood up, placing one shuttle-sized foot on either side of his tiny companion. The doctor looked up, past the dangling cock, at the handsome, stern face above.
"Doctor...Julian...I give the orders around here. There may be something to what you say, but we aren't going to investigate this medical experiment of yours until I am ready, is that understood?"
Julian gulped. "Yes ... sir."
The giant put his hands on his knees and bent over to get a closer look.
"Good. Now this scene has taken far too much effort on my part. you'd think you weren't glad to be here with me. You are, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
Benjamin smiled. "Of course you are. Now, I want you to prove it."
Julian knew when he was beaten. How had he hoped to get the upper hand here? "How can I prove it, sir?"
"Why, Julian, I want you to prove it to my feet. The floor's awfully cold.
Why don't you see if you can warm them up?"
The doctor moved sluggishly toward Sisko's left foot. It was easily twice as long as he was tall and perfectly formed. The toenails were well trimmed, but there was a faint odor of sweat from being confined to a Starfleet-issue boot. Thinking what a realistic hologram this was, Julian climbed aboard the monster foot. He looked up at Sisko's face for further orders.
"Go ahead, little one. Kiss it. Rub your hard little cock all over my foot."
Julian was about to protest that his cock may at the moment be little, but it certainly wasn't hard. Unfortunately he noticed then that it most certainly was. Swallowing the last ounce of his resistance, he complied with the giant commander's wishes. He started with the toes, thrusting his dick into the space between two of them. He rubbed the foot randomly with his hands, kissed it randomly with his lips, all the while seeking a positive response.
The giant above him moaned. Could a holosuite program feel pleasure? This one certainly seemed to. Julian heard a splatter of liquid behind him and turned around in time to see a second immense drop of pre-cum hit the metal floor. Above, Benjamin's cock was leaking freely.
He reacts this strongly to foot manipulation? Bashir marveled. Either Sisko's psychological profile as read by the holosuite computer revealed an extremely sensitive, sensual man, or the program itself was overdoing things.
Then again, Julian's own body was reacting far strongly and quickly than it usually did. If he hadn't come before, he certainly would have done so all over the commander's big toe. In fact, another climax seemed to be building.
Were there sexual pheromones in the air? Aphrodisiacs?
The very moment before Julian came a second time, he felt a pressure around his waist. Benjamin had picked him up with two fingers, and he was ascending at turbolift speed back to the giant's face.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself, little one." Sisko smiled.
What else could he say? "Yes, sir." It wasn't a lie, either.
"Good." The hand descended again until Julian was at a level with Sisko's colossal log of a penis. He needed only slight prompting to climb onto it, straddling it with his entire body. Benjamin bent his legs slightly until his cock was resting full-length on his desk. The doctor knew what he had to do. Propping his feet on the desk surface (they barely reached around Sisko's monster), he rubbed his arms and ass back and forth on the smooth brown skin. Benjamin's face smiled down on him like the sun on a spring day as both of them became aroused to the point of no return.
Julian came first, his reduced semen erupting over Sisko's cock head.
Benjamin gently ushered the spent man off of his dick and raised himself to his full height. Looking up, he saw the giant stroking himself furiously.
In less than ten seconds, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his sizable load directly into the little man's chest.
Although Julian was vaguely disgusted, he was not nearly as repulsed as he might have been. For one thing, it was only solid holographic cum which was dripping down his torso and legs, puddling around his feet. For another....yes, he had enjoyed the experience. He could admit it to himself.
He could even, if pressed, admit it to this replica of his commanding officer.
"My good little boy," said Benjamin. He scooped up his good little boy in one hand and licked every drop of his cum. Tired and spent as he was, Julian even began to get another erection as the giant tongue rubbed across his crotch. "Now, Julian, you can rest for a minute while I think."
The doctor nodded. As Benjamin settled into his desk chair, Julian improvised a little mattress out of one of his commander's giant socks, which had landed on the desk. The sock smelled like Sisko. Yes, thought Julian, it really is amazing how lifelike these holosuites can be.
And with that, despite the trials of the day, the little Julian Bashir drifted off to sleep. Watching over him, Benjamin smiled. As Julian began to breathe deeply and regularly, the giant reached carefully to the floor and pressed the com badge on his abandoned uniform. he'd let the doctor rest for a while, but more excitement was yet to come.
#
Julian awoke an hour later to find that everything had changed. Well, not everything. He was still six inches tall and he was still lying on an immense black sock. And Sisko's head was still towering nearby like a skyscraper.
But the surroundings had changed.
Instead of being on Sisko's desk, he appeared to be on some sort of low table. The room around him was darker than the office had been, but nowhere near as Spartan. It took the befuddled doctor a few moments to recognize the Commander's living quarters at such a large scale.
"Time to rise and shine, my little sleepyhead."
Julian sat up and turned toward the booming voice.
Benjamin was sitting in a nearby chair. He was still naked, and he was stroking his erect penis with one hand. This man's staying power is incredible, thought Bashir clinically. He was willing to be that Sisko had been erect the entire time.
"I had Chief O'Brien beam us directly to my quarters. I thought we'd be more comfortable here."
The doctor nodded. They would, at that.
But Sisko continued. "You see, Jake. I told you he was alive."
Julian started. Jake?! From a darkened corner of the room, the commander's young son emerged. He was dressed in his everyday jumpsuit, and the small man breathed a sigh of relief. At least this child had not yet been drawn into this bizarre fantasy.
"This is so cool, Dad," said the giant boy. He approached the doctor carefully. "Hello, Dr. Bashir. How are you?"
"I've been better," he answered ruefully.
"Well, you look pretty good the way you are," said Jake. Julian made a rude noise in his throat, but he didn't think Jake heard it. The boy went on.
"Can I pick you up? Can I pick him up, Dad?"
Julian was in the process of answering negatively when Benjamin nodded.
"Sure. Why don't you bring him over here?"
The doctor braced himself for rough handling, and he was not disappointed.
Jake's hands closed around him and lifted him sickeningly fast. He barely kept from vomiting. When he opened his eyes, Jake's face filled his vision.
The boy's big eyes seemed to be recording every detail of his nude body, and Julian felt like dying when he realized he was getting hard again from the scrutiny. My God! he thought. But then he was moving again, air whooshed by him. Then Jake was standing before his father, offering Julian's body in one hand.
But the elder Sisko shook his head. "Hold him for a minute. And sit down, son." He patted his knee. Jake sat and wordlessly watched his father go back to masturbating. Julian felt keenly embarrassed at the scene and had to remind himself that he was in a simulation.
"You're a good boy, Jake. Now put Dr. Bashir on my cock and then go and deliver those messages I gave you, all right?"
The boy's eyes lingered on Benjamin's stroking hands for a moment, and Julian felt the fingers holding him stray to his tiny crotch. One of Jake's fingers slid between his legs, and felt like a thick pole caressing the underside of his erection. But the action was transitory and in a couple of seconds he found himself draped over his commander's cock head watching Jake's back retreat from the room.
"It's just you and me again, little one. I can see you're excited at the possibility."
Julian found it easy to slip back into the role. "I am, Sir."
Benjamin reached out and arranged the tiny body with one hand while supporting his erection with the other. When the maneuver was finished, the doctor was sitting on the penis as if it were a bar stool. A very tall bar stool, however, which was coated liberally with pre-cum.
"Does my son excite you, too?"
Julian tried to pretend that this was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard, but the commander would have none of it. "He does, and you know it.
Well, maybe I'll let him have a turn with you later, but for the next few minutes, until the others get here, you're mine and mine alone."
"Others? What others, Sir?" The little man felt a vague dread. Were there to be more giants pawing at him?
Sisko used his pinkie to manipulate Julian's erect cock. The doctor closed his eyes and moaned. "Don't worry about that now."
The commander's index finger and thumb took the pinkie's place, jerking the little cock off as efficiently as an entire--proportional--hand. Julian thought he was going to come instantly, but that action, too, ceased after a few moments. He looked up at Benjamin's large face inquisitively, but the giant looked down impassively.
I guess it's my turn, thought Julian. He contracted his ass muscles provocatively on Sisko's cock head. Beneath him, pre-cum began to ooze out anew. His butt and the backs of his legs were already coated with the thick liquid. Noticing that such stimulation seemed to be going over well, the doctor went one better, reaching down between his own small legs to get access to Benjamin's piss slit.
His hand fit into the warm, moist hole easily. A gasp from above goaded him into using both hands, rubbing the rim of the hole, spreading the slick pre-cum as much as possible between his legs. If Sisko's hand weren't holding him up on his bar stool Bashir would have fallen by now.
But Sisko moved his hand suddenly, leaving Julian balanced precariously.
Without thinking much, he wrapped his legs loosely around the cock, directly beneath the head. Then he hugged it with his arms as well and slid down the lubricated cock like a thick greased pole.
He landed with his ass against the base of Benjamin's cock, right where the mammoth organ joined the commander's pillowy-soft ballsac. Sisko's legs were spread, and Julian tumbled backward onto the chair between them.
The view was spectacular. On either side of him, legs towered like ten-foot walls. In front, above, the giant's erection glistened in the soft lamp light. More at the little man's eye level were the huge eggs of Sisko's testicles. Below them was front end of the commander's ass crack. With such a selection, Julian wasn't sure what to do next. While he was deciding, Sisko's deep voice drifted down from above.
"It's almost time, Julian. They should be here any minute."
"Who, sir?" The tiny doctor yelled to make sure he was heard from so far down.
"Why, you, Julian. And another guest."
"I don't understand, sir. me?"
As he had been from the start, Julian was powerless to ward off the hand that reached for him. He didn't even try to duck or hide (where?) as it closed around him and lifted him up. "Yes, Doctor, you. You. You see, when you were asleep, I called your lab to see if your "experiment" was a danger to anyone. Imagine my surprise when you answered the hail. Did you think you could fool me, 'Doctor'?"
"I don't know." But he did know, all at once. It was the holosuite DS9's version of him that had answered the call. The malfunctioning computer had not removed his counterpart from the program.
"What's the matter, little man? Cat got your tongue?"
How to explain? If the commander thought he was a spy, there was no telling what horror might befall his tiny body. Especially with the computer's safety fail-safe mechanisms apparently malfunctioning. "Sir, I--"
Sisko drew him even closer to his humungous face. Julian could feel the commander's breath wash over him like the humid winds of Proxima. "My other guest is someone you may not know about, depending on how long you've been on Deep Space Nine. He is a recent transfer to Security. Ensign Marx."
Dr. Bashir did indeed know Ensign John Marx. He had met the lad yesterday upon giving him his transfer physical. A huge, strapping young man of 24, Marx had been a model before he attended Starfleet Academy. Weight training and martial arts were the ensign's hobbies, the doctor recalled.
"I would have called Odo. As security chief, he really has the right to interrogate you, but he's not nearly so appropriate to my purposes."
Julian swallowed. "Purposes, sir?"
The huge mouth before him smiled, showing teeth almost a foot tall.
"Interrogation, Doctor, does not have to be as painful a process as many people think. Perhaps we'll see what you reveal when certain pleasure points are stimulated. Unfortunately, I think most of those points won't belong to you.... You, my little impostor, will be the stimulator!"
The doctor's little face blanched, and he became even paler as the hand beneath him reached Sisko's mouth, which opened wide.
"Sir! don't put me in there!" Now he tried to duck, but there was no escaping. The lips closed around his waist, swallowing his upper half to just past his cock, which, damn the thing, was still erect. It was strangely silent in the mouth. No sound at all except the deep hiss of rushing air up the back of the throat. Julian lay face down on the slimy, warm tongue. He didn't move a muscle, afraid of provoking the commander to some drastic action.
The small warm cave shuddered around him and changed it's axis. Was Benjamin moving? To where? Rock-hard teeth held the little man in place while the giant swallowed a bucketful of saliva. It was too much. The darkness, the heat, the movement, the concept. Julian passed out, sure he'd awake in the acid bath of the commander's stomach or, perhaps, as huge molars snapped through his spine.
#
But he awoke to none of these things. It was soft, and there was brightness beyond his eyelids. He wished he could be one of those people who woke up thinking he were in his own bed, but his own bed was not so soft, and he remembered full well the entire eventful night.
"He's coming around," he heard someone say. A familiar voice with a soothing accent. It reminded him of his own, but it was deeper and much louder.
Of course, it was his own. Julian opened his eyes a crack and caught sight of what might have been his own reflection, had it not been so horribly huge.
The giant doctor was aiming a medical tricorder in his direction. "Yes, he's just about awake. How did you say he passed out again?"
"Fright, probably." Sisko's voice was more distant and Julian thought it sounded like it had spoken with an effort.
The giant Dr. Bashir was speaking again. "Well, I wish you had called me when this little fellow first appeared. These readings I'm getting are phenomenal. It seems he's fully human, but it's impossible! His heart rate and body heat are nowhere near they should be for a being of that size. His lifespan has been about a dozen times what it should be, and he could probably live four times as long. He's as healthy as a horse. As I say, perfectly human. There are no mysterious radiations or chemicals in his body that would explain his lack of stature."
There was a loud panting from across the room, then a soft moan. "Don't bother me with the details, Doctor. Just wake him up!"
Julian saw the giant version of himself smile down at him. "Oh, he's fully awake, now."
"Good, bring him over here."
A thin-fingered hand, familiar except for being a dozen times too large, filled Julian's vision before it scooped him up from the pillow He'd been lying on.
"I feel like we've already met," the giant Bashir quipped, when he saw that the smaller had stopped pretending to be unconscious. Julian didn't answer.
Was he this annoying to his own patients? He hoped not.
The giant allowed him a second to get his bearings, and he took advantage of it. They were on one end of the spacious room, right next to the table on which Julian had awoke after has nap. From this height, he could see all three of the giants. The Dr. Bashir who cradled him in one palm was naked, too, and Julian curiously looked at himself. Somehow, he'd never managed to see his own body as if he were someone else, a phenomenon many in Starfleet had accomplished through use of holotechnology and telepathic links. Julian had the feeling that he probably would have had the creeps even if the other version of himself was not over twelve times his present height. Was this how he looked to others? The open, almost naive face, topping the thin but muscular body with it's surprisingly large penis. The voice was pleasantly accented and harmonious.
Julian tore his attention away from himself as himself began to carry him across the room. The were going to join the other two, who were currently in a 69 position on Sisko's bed.
Ensign Marx was human but from a colony of extremely large people, tall and beautifully muscular. Even when the doctor was at his full height, he was still a head shorter than the younger man. Now, Julian had the feeling that he'd be smaller than one of the ensign's fingers. Sisko was still as hard as a rock, his sensual mouth wrapped around Ensign Marx's huge cock. The small man estimated from afar that the mammoth organ was over twice--perhaps two-and-a half times--his present height, and made a mental note to enter this remarkable statistic in Marx's medical files.
That would have to wait, however.
As both the real and giant Bashirs approached the bed, Sisko stopped trying to fit his mouth across the length and width of Marx's 15-inch dick long enough to say, "Doctor, you'll have to occupy yourself with your little friend for a minute. We're busy here."
"Aye, sir." The giant doctor plunked himself down into a nearby reclining chair to get a better look at "his little friend."
It was amazing looking at himself like this. Julian had always been more than a little narcissistic, and he had to admit he was getting powerfully aroused. Apparently, his psych profile was being read accurately by the holosuite program, as the giant Bashir's cock had already grown to a size that would scrape the ceiling had the space station been in Julian's small proportion. The problem was that Julian was being held over twenty feet away from the huge shaft. Suddenly, he had to be near it, rub himself against it, masturbate himself as he never had before--and have himself masturbate him.
But the giant Bashir had ideas of his own. They were close enough to Julian's for jazz, but Julian had forgotten that, in sex, he always liked to be in control. To be accurate, he hadn't forgotten it about himself, he'd just forgotten that there were two himselves present who would have the same notion.
As Julian struggled to free himself from the log-like fingers, their hold grew tighter around him. The grotesquely large reflection of his face grew closer, absorbing his attention.
"What am I going to do with you, little Julian?"
Their faces were so close. Only a couple of feet (the smaller Julian's feet), really. It was nothing for the giant to bring him closer. Their mouths met, in a fashion. Never mind that Julian's entire head would fit in the larger doctor's mouth, should he open his lips further than the crack they were now. Julian kissed and licked his way along the huge bottom lip, using his hands to manipulate as well. He teased the giant's tongue out slightly, and then rubbed his face against that, savoring the slimy surface.
With Sisko, this had been a little repugnant. Although he had enjoyed himself, he had never been more than slightly physically attracted to the commander. But this, this was himself! Just what this said about himself, Julian would probably contemplate long into many future nights, but, lost in the moment, he didn't care about that now.
The big man's hands loosened their grip on Julian's body, leaving him draped across his chin. Julian continued his love affair with the titan's mouth, rubbing more and more of his body along the protruding tongue, finally bracing his arms and chest against his double's nose and fucking that mouth for all he was worth. Warm air caressed Julian's body as it rushed into and out of the orifices, past his cock and chest. Above his head, he saw eyes as large as plates drinking in his every move.
And it was time to move; he didn't want to cum just yet. He pulled himself away from his pleasant task and rolled down the reclining body beneath him.
His chest. God, he loved his chest. On a normal day, he could look at it in the mirror for long moments. Today, he rolled his body along it, enjoying the feeling of the giant's smooth skin rubbing his own. He wanted to stop, play with the nipples, but he also wanted to go on. The giant wasn't restraining him anymore, and his goal had been established long since.
Lower on the body, the cock stood up like an eight-foot obelisk. It seemed like the focus of the giant's entire form--the vast torso and the redwood-thick legs all converging on this magical tower. He had to get closer to it, climb it.
But playful hands blocked his progress once again, surrounding him, trapping him over the pothole of a navel. "Anxious, aren't you?"
Julian shot back. "Wouldn't you be?"
Gargantuan eyes widened in surprise then amusement then pleasure. Hands which had been meshed into a blockade moments before loosened and began fiddling with their little prisoner's body.
"You know," rumbled the large Dr. Bashir as he rubbed a fingernail along the short length of Julian's penis, "I'm beginning to believe that you are me, after all."
The tiny doctor was about to haughtily inform his captor that, in fact, the reverse was true, but that moment he was released and given a small shove toward the waiting dick. The push was enough to make him lose balance on the sloped abdomen, and he tripped, rolling the rest of the way over the giant's bumpy abs, finally lodging in the tangle of pubic hair. The cock towered over him. Gingerly, he reached out to touch it, noticing that his double's huge eyes were watching with anticipation. His fingers touched thick, warm skin, throbbing with blood and desire.
Propping himself on it, Julian stood up. He compared his height to that of the giant's penis. The top of his head reached almost a foot below the bottom of the cock head. His bare feet were lost in the overgrown brown weeds of pubic hair. Now that Julian had actually reached the cock, he was at a loss for what to do with it. This wasn't, after all, a situation for which precedent existed.
He hugged it first, hearing a deep-throated gasp of pleasure from above.
How about if I climb it, he thought, putting the idea into action. Much easier said than done. His skin had traction on the giant's, but the huge folds of flesh were hard to get a foothold on. To make matters more interesting, he got only two feet off the larger doctor's pelvic bone before the huge dick acquired a pronounced lean. It wasn't going to support his weight. He sort of dangled off of it for a moment, then dropped, landing once again in the lush garden of hair.
"Well," he said, half to himself, half to the other himself. "That was--"
A shadow fell over him, traveling its way along the giant Dr. Bashir's body like the cloud's shadow along the ground of a planet. Ensign John Marx loomed over them, the light from behind outlining his naked body in a bright nimbus, as if he were eclipsing the sun instead of the commander's desk lamp.
"I just had to get a look at you," the newcomer rumbled, leaning over so that the larger doctor's penis brushed his forehead and the smaller doctor felt the warm rush of his breath. "It's true, all right. You're alive."
Julian straightened himself to his full, diminutive height. "I like to think so."
Marx was truly gigantic at, from Bashir's point of view, over 85 feet tall.
Bashir was offended by his patronizing manner, but, Julian decided, when a man who is over 85 feet tall patronizes you, you just have to put up with it.
Right now, he was putting up with watching Marx's huge hand get closer, ready to grab him.
"Hey," said the giant Bashir. "He's with me right now. Leave him be."
"Is that an order, Doctor?" the ensign asked in a tone implying that it had better not be.
"Gentlemen," broke in Benjamin. He stood next to Marx. Julian realized he was surrounded on all sides. "Let's calm down. We'll all get a turn with our little friend. And then we'll ask him some questions. If he doesn't answer them...." His voice trailed off direly.
"Good," said Marx. "My turn." He grabbed Julian in a huge fist, pinning the tiny man's arms to his sides and bending the tiny hardon in a rather unpleasant direction.
"Let's all move to the bed," suggested Sisko.
Within a minute, Julian found himself sitting at the base of a penis that was well over twice his height and the width of the giant version of himself's wrist. What does he expect me to do? the doctor wondered. I can't even get my arms around it.
But Marx could get his meaty hand around it--and Julian at the same time.
Before he knew what was happening, his front-side was being rubbed up and down the huge organ. It was not particularly comfortable for either of them; their skin was smooth but had a lot of friction. Marx stopped after a moment. Sisko, noticing the problem, reached into his night table for a small bottle.
"Lubrication."
Looking up from between Marx's mountainous legs, Julian could see a
lopsided smile grace the giant's face. He's really quite good looking, thought Julian unexpectedly. But then the oily lube rained down on him from the heavens, and he didn't think much about anything but trying to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. He could feel the mess in his hair and ears as the fingers came back.
The stroking off began again. This time, it was a lot more comfortable for Marx, apparently, who kept at it. Julian, however was having mixed emotions.
His lower half was feeling quite pleasant, as he kept his legs wrapped as far around the wide shaft as possible and his cock was getting quite a rubbing. Pre-cum was flowing freely from his small .75-incher, and also from the giant's15-incher. This is where the problem arose: he was choking. The giant Marx didn't seem to notice that his copious fluids were making it extremely difficult for Julian to breathe--not that it was easy to breath to begin with when your face was being pressed against a monster penis.
So Julian's upper and lower halves warred over which sensations took precedence. Just when he thought, from the necessity of breathing, his head would win, he came resoundingly. At the same time, he felt the rushing of fluids inside John Marx's dick. Within a moment, the giant's cum, too, erupted forth, flying in the air and spilling down the sides of his immense cock. Bashir thought he'd drown. Cum coated his entire body. But he was suddenly released, falling about ten feet to the soft bed. There he lay, between Marx's spread legs, pressed up against the man's sphincter, with the blimp of a cock deflating above him. When he managed to get the semen out of his eyes, he saw his double and Sisko watching him, obviously both aroused from the scene they had just witnessed. They were stroking each other's cocks. The other Bashir, in particular, looked as if he were about to come as hard as his little counterpart had just done.
Julian moaned quietly. He was exhausted. It was before 0400, and he hadn't slept more than an hour since 0700 the day before. But there was no rest for the weary, he supposed, and no bath for the six-inch man in the semen bodysuit. The fluid had begun to get sticky, and the tiny man wished for the comfort of his sonic shower.
"Computer," he said in his normal speaking voice, but too softly for the bigger men to hear. "Computer, end program." Nothing.
He decided to get to his feet, looking for something to pull himself up on but lacking anything more substantial than a giant's ass. He was too tired to rise without a prop, however, and he gingerly pulled himself up with his hands on Marx's inner thigh, very close to the nearby asshole. Bashir looked at the muscular circle curiously. It was hairless, the only hair on Marx's body being a sparse lawn above his crotch, and looked interesting in a clenched sort of way. Modern medicine had almost phased out the need for physical proctological examinations, and Julian found himself wondering if he'd ever looked so closely at a sphincter. Well certainly not such a large one. And it was odorless--strange for a holosuite program that had programmed the faint whiff of sweat on Sisko's socks.
But his curiosity was fleeting, and he looked away. Maybe I can get Benjamin to let me take a shower in his sink, he thought. But Benjamin was looking at something Marx was doing. What was Marx doing? Julian twisted his body around and looked up. The titanic ensign was sitting up from his relaxed position. The door-sized hand was descending again. The pressure of contact knocked the tiny man's breath away. Marx certainly didn't seem to care for his prisoner's well-being. Was this in his psyche profile? If he escaped--when he escaped--he'd have to make sure that Odo kept an eye on this gung-ho security guard.
The giant hand, however, wasn't escorting him to the brig, but rather to the muscle Julian had briefly examined a moment before. Before he could protest, or do anything more than make a faint yelp of surprise, he felt a loglike finger shift behind his head. The hole was closer. Julian could see the muscles relax as his head was plunged into it. If he'd had trouble breathing before, it was nothing compared to this. The tight muscles squeezed his breath away, trapped his arms against his sides. The inner lining of the rectum, slimy with mucous, pressed against his face, closing up his mouth and nose. Had he worried there hadn't been a smell? It was certainly present now, and he could smell it even with his nose clogged, because his nose was clogged with it.
It was oven-hot inside the asshole. Julian could hear the giant's pulse clearly over his own smothered moans. His body from his thighs down was still outside the giant's, and he could feel the huge fingers fondling his legs and the area between them. Struggling was useless.
Suddenly, he was pulled out by his feet. As air rushed into his body, Julian heard someone thunder, "My turn!" He found himself cradled against his giant duplicate's body. Below, he saw Marx, looking extremely aggravated, laying on the bed with his legs spread, glaring at the other Bashir. The giant doctor's grip on Julian's body tightened.
Marx said tightly, "If you aren't going to let him fuck me, then you're going to do it. How about that, Doctor?"
Bashir shrugged. "I think I can manage that, Ensign." Marx smiled wickedly as he turned himself over and waved his ass in the air.
"I'm ready, Doctor. Examine me with your probe."
The giant Bashir looked at the giant Sisko, who nodded permission. The commander then laid down beside Marx, so that they could kiss while the doctor fucked. In the second before Bashir made a move, Julian surveyed the situation with something like relief. Was it possible they were going to ignore him for the present?
Of course not. The other Bashir placed him between Marx's large, muscular buttocks, then towered over him. His erection stood straight outward, pointing almost directly at Julian, aiming at the nearby hole.
Propping himself up so he wouldn't squash the little man, Bashir inserted his cock into Marx's ass and began to fuck. The hole was still lubricated from the cum and oil which had rubbed of Julian's body, but it was obvious that Marx was not entirely without pain, as his body shook, keeping Julian off balance. One thought flashed though Julian's mind: As long as they weren't actually using his body for anything, it might be possible to escape and hide until this monstrous program ended.
#
The Cardassian spy was almost finished with his work, and, pleased with himself, he stepped back from the exposed circuitry. Yes, he had gained much information, and covered his tracks quite well, if he said so himself. No alarms had sounded. Nobody had been alerted to his presence.
Oh, but there was that one thing...the holosuite. Should he waste precious time fixing it? What if he were traced through that program's malfunction?
But how could he be traced? He would be off Deep Space Nine within a matter of hours. The hell with it. In a fit of pique, he smashed his tool into the holosuite microchips. Sparks flashed, but, just in time, he once again stopped the alarm from sounding. He probably shouldn't have done it, but, again, what the hell? The electronics flashed and spat sparks as the Cardassian snuck out of the area. Maybe, he thought, nobody will even notice.
#
Julian noticed. No sparks, no flashes of light. Nothing in the holosuite changed. Yet everything changed. Julian was inching his way along the small of Marx's back, looking for a good place to disembark this wild ride. The giants' fucking was making him spacesick. He looked over his shoulder as the perfect mounds of the ensign's muscular butt rose to greet the doctor's thrusting probe. Both men were sweating and moaning and gasping for air.
Commander Sisko was likewise engaged, feeding his cock to Marx's eager mouth. Nobody was watching Julian.
But he was watching them. And, as he watched, not believing his eyes, not believing his horrible luck, they grew bigger. He wasn't sure it was happening at first. But it was. The expanse of Marx's back grew wider under him. The other Dr. Bashir towered higher into the air. They didn't notice.
How small was he getting (seeming to get, he reminded himself)? He imagined he might be about four inches tall. The top of Dr. Bashir's finger, placed on Marx's back for support, reached midway on Julian's calves.
The ground underneath him continued to thrash. He really had to get off this body, away from the giants, so he could think. What did the losing of what relative size he had mean? What was happening?
By the time he slid down the side of Marx's body, he figured he was about three inches tall. It was about a 15-foot drop, but his descent was slowed by clinging to the giant's skin and softened by the soft, African-print comforter on the bed. It wasn't until he landed that he realized his mistake. He had slid off of Marx's body, and even managed not to get caught under it's undulating bulk, but the ensign's arms were at his sides. Julian was trapped in a very narrow space between the Herculean arm and the body of Ensign Marx. he'd have to move carefully down the valley until he reached the end--dangerously close to the giant Dr. Bashir's balancing knee.
He managed, circling the ensign's curling fingers cautiously. He was about two inches tall now, in comparison with everybody else, and was wondering if he could find a place along the edge of the cliff-like bed where he might descend--perhaps sliding down a wrinkle in the comforter. His decreasing size was in a way a blessing in disguise. If he were able to get off the bed and hide, it would be harder for them to find him. He discovered a likely spot, where the blanket folded into a steep but manageable slide to the floor. His full concentration on psyching himself up for the task ahead, he was completely startled when a large, dark hand closed around him, whisking him off his feet. Sisko! Julian's entire body was enclosed in the giant fist, but it was holding him lightly and did not threaten to crush his bones or stop his respiration.
Sisko opened his palm and looked down at the minuscule man who cowered in it. Julian was about an inch tall. Sisko's voice to him was now almost deafening. "GOING SOMEWHERE, DOCTOR? I NOTICE YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE YOURSELF INCONSPICUOUS."
"Just going for a walk!" Julian yelled, but his voice didn't carry from the vicinity of Benjamin's muscled chest up to the giant's ears.
"WHAT'S THAT, LITTLE ONE? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. WHY DON'T YOU COME BACK AND PLAY WITH US?"
The lurching movement of Sisko's hand when it was 72 times the size of his own was much worse for Julian than when it had only been twelve. Sisko flopped himself down on the edge of the bed and they watched the other two giants finish up their business. To Sisko, they were just three feet away, but to Julian, they were huge, blurry shapes--like mountains fucking each other. The humongous Dr. Bashir pulled his building-sized cock out of Marx's hole and he stood on his knees over the ensign. I'M GOING TO COME!" he rumbled. He indicated something to Sisko and Julian was moving again, tumbling out of Sisko's hand into the crevasse of Marx's muscular bubble butt.
It was like being in a heady steam bath. Marx was coated with sweat and lubrication and his own cum from before. Julian looked up as his monstrous double let go his load of cum. There was nowhere to run as the wave came closer, as if in slow motion. The torrent knocked Julian five feet along the asscrack and puddled around him. It was slippery, he couldn't get his balance or make any progress. He truly thought he might drown. And had he shrunk again? It seemed he was only a half inch tall. The tide of semen was pushing him and dragging him down what was fast becoming an asscrack canyon.
He fell in a waterfall out of the end, between legs that were almost twice as tall to him as Sisko's entire body had been when he had discovered Julian sitting on his desk.
Marx's huge, erect cock was pressed under his body, sticking down between the giant's legs toward the his feet. Julian landed on it's vast expanse and thought he might as well be on the side of a 20-story building. The cum had spread out enough that he could no longer swim in it, if he had the desire to do so. He was no longer about to drown. But his head was still spinning, perhaps just from the enormity of everything. Was he going to pass out?
Marx turned over and it felt to Julian like an entire landscape was turning on its side, he rolled down the huge cock that was getting more huge by the second. It was now as big to Julian as the condominium building he had once lived in: 75 stories. The thin layer of cum was over his head again. As he tumbled, he thought he could vaguely see sky-filling shapes in the distance.
Were they the other doctor and the commander, looking for him? They looked like just a bunch of colors to Julian, and eventually, even those colors faded to black.
Blackness.
A faint amber light about ten feet away. A muffled hissing sound.
It took almost a full minute for Julian to realize that he was not a shrunken refugee in a cave made out of a wrinkle of skin--almost twice as long to realize he was no longer coated in semen and lube and shit and slick giants' sweat.
The program had ended.
Julian breathed an immense, cleansing sigh of relief, as the hissing grew louder. "Doctor?" a voice called from beyond the thick walls of the holosuite. It was Chief O'Brien. "Doctor, if you can hear me, stand back!
We're cutting through the door!"
Sparks flew as a section of door fell away. Miles O'Brien, the chief engineer of Deep Space Nine, stood silhouetted in the doorway. "Doctor, thank goodness! Are you all right?"
Bashir climbed to his feet and could do nothing but nod. He noticed O'Brien was looking at him strangely. Behind him stood a tall, blond ensign, holding a phaser. The young ensign smiled when he saw the doctor.
"There was a medical emergency. We couldn't find you. Dr. Alemas took care of it, but Commander Sisko ordered a full-scale search when you didn't turn up. Quark said you had rented a holosuite, but none of them seemed to be responding to commands."
Julian still didn't say anything. He was thoroughly amazed he was looking at men his own size. He realized that some part of him had given up hope of escaping the holosuite program--or had given up hope that it was actually a holosuite program.
O'Brien continued, "We had to cut through the door to get you out."
A soft, mirthful voice from the corridor entered the room at the same time as its owner. Jadzia Dax said, "You had to do no such thing, Chief. You knew I was working on the programming, and I just fixed it. You could have saved yourself a lot of trou-- Julian!"
Why was she so surprised? thought Bashir. Hadn't she expected to find him here? Probably, but not naked. Shit! He'd forgotten the computer had beamed away his clothes. And here he was, with not a stitch of cloth in sight to cover himself with.
Dax looked to be on the point of hysterical giggles as she turned away.
Julian surprised himself by realizing he didn't really care what she thought of him after all. "Come on, Chief," said Dax, "let's get the doctor some clothes." They left together.
He was alone.
There wasn't much to do before his friends returned with something for him to wear. Julian stood in the dark, empty room, thinking for a moment. Then he said, "Computer."
"Working." Dax had fixed it. There was no trace of malfunction.
"Computer, save the previous program under Bashir, private file. And be ready to implement any changes I may program to it."
"Done."
After all, thought Julian, as the erection he had sported for most of the night began to return. Who says I don't get to be the giant next time?
THE END
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