Your eyes bulge, and you feel powerless under the giant biker. He didn't seem like he was that much bigger than you when you entered, but now he seems like a giant. Heck he's growing, oh, man he's ripping you apart.
You notice that the faucet in front ofyou looks larger too. Heck, it's not him. It's you! You're shrinking. Your face is flushed. Your whole body is flushed. His cock is filling you, you can feel his cock head pushing up your throat, and pressing against your ribs. Your arms and legs flail helplessly, tiny vestigial things. You cry out but it sounds like the squeak of air escaping a balloon. You seem to be a shiny second skin enveloping the biker's dick.
"Yeah, the condom dispenser was empty, and my boyfriend only lets me have safe sex. So you can imagine how happy I was when you walked in. I'm going to have sex tonight with Roger, because I now have a condom." He grins and zips up sealing you inside his leather jeans.
It's a hot sweaty, bumpy ride on the biker's motorcycle. But it's not a long ride. About ten minutes later, he stops. You hear a door open and close, and then he unzips, and you see...