The Yuri Project By AmazonFan A CIA agent, Russian Amazons. Just your average day. -------------------------- (A note to my readers. After several years and stories, you may have an expectation as to the kind of story to expect from me. This one breaks away from that. Not severely, but different for sure. This departure does not mean that I will stop doing the kind of stories I've done in the past. It's just an experiment. I hope you appreciate and enjoy.) -------------------------- My name is Tom Albano. I work for the CIA. My glorified title is Associate Chief Medical Officer. My area of specialty is what is affectionately known as genetic engineering. You probably remember, back in the 70's, how the Soviets, particularly the East Germans, doped their Olympic women athletes with steroids to try to bring home the medals. That was the short-term plan. They also had a long-term plan. Genetic engineering to create a super breed of athlete. Call it Hitler or Stalin or Breshnev or whoever was in charge then gone gonzo to win the Gold. At the root of it all was a brilliant scientist named Yuri Komiztov. His experiments with genetic mutations were years ahead of anything anyone has ever seen. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending upon your perspective, Yuri was killed when a vodka-soaked driver crashed head on into his car on a road near Perm. What Yuri did before his demise was to artificially implant eight women with eggs that restructured the growth factors for the female embryos. Each fetus was so large that delivery had to be C-section. Of the eight girls, one is thought to have died; five we'd lost track of; two we knew of for sure. When the CIA got wind of these two girls they decided to send me over to check them out. This happened about two years after the fall of the Communist Party and the breakup of the Soviet Union. It's taken a long time for me to have the courage to tell this story and a while for some of the information to become declassified. Of the two we knew about, one was from Cheboksarv, the other from Tomsk. I arranged to have them both meet me in Moscow. All I knew was their names, ages and their height. Ekaterina was 27 and six foot eight inches (203 cm). Valentina was also 27 and slightly over seven feet tall (215 cm). "Another exam?" Ekaterina complained as they entered my hotel suite. "Do you know how often we go through this in past? And now your American government wants to see." Ekaterina was in a blouse and slacks, Valentina had on a camisole top and pants as well. I'm five foot ten, so I'm not exactly a short guy, but it was shocking to see just how big they were. I barely came up to the level of Valentina's breasts. I invited them to sit down so that I wouldn't be overawed by their size. "I'm sorry girls, but in this post cold war world, things seem to go differently." "We were bred to be big and so we are. Why does every one obsess over that?" Valentina asked. "Let me just ask you some basic questions. Besides the genetic engineering, have you had any other physical augmentations?" "I had breast augmentations," Valentina replied. "Another of Yuri's experiments." How so?" "He used experimental formula which not only increased breast size but also toughened fatty tissue of breast so that entire breast took on firmness of a fully flexed muscle. Whatever it was he concocted was also lost in that car crash." "She can knock down walls with chest," Ekaterina added, smiling. "How big are you?" "I don't know. I never wear brassiere." "What happened to the sensitivity of the breast tissue?" I asked. "Nipples are very sensitive. I could give myself orgasm doing jumping jacks or jogging just from friction from t-shirt over the areolae, but rest of breast doesn't really feel anything." "Her boyfriends think they great lovers when they feel her up and she gets hot," Ekaterina volunteered "But then they find a bigger challenge." "What do you mean?" "Well, to use your American vernacular, we bigger girls have more piping down below so we need bigger rod to fill us. Maybe a 165 centimeter girl is happy with 15 centimeter cock. Not us." "I thought it was all about technique, not size." "That's something your polite girls say to guys who are small." "We were in your country once, in the Dakotas and met some men who were very well-endowed." "Yes, they were some of your native Americans, but I don't recall what their ancestral tribe was." "They were all very large. It seems that fellatio was not common in their culture, so they were quite enamored with our sexual practices." "They were exceptional men. They could engage in intercourse for prolonged periods without ejaculating. We found it necessary to force them rather than become sore." "Force them? What do you mean?" "We cup man's buttocks and draw them into vaginas as deeply as possible. Then we throb our vaginal muscles hard and fast while massaging his prostate. No man can not ejaculate quickly with that kind of stimulation." "It sounds as if you are both fairly well experienced sexually." "We find that either men are turned off by our size or they want us badly." "Which are you?" asked Ekaterina, standing up out of her chair, towering over me. "No. No. He's my little boy," Valentina announced, raising her seven-foot plus frame over me. "Stand up." I felt compelled to obey. "Do you know how much I weigh?" "No, they didn't give e much background on you." "I'm 136 kilos." "Holy fuck. That's 300 pounds!" "What are you?" "200. Let me think. That's 90 kilos." "Ekaterina's almost 130 kilos, so I guess we've both got a bit of bulk on you." "300 pounds? That's impossible." "It's just well distributed," she grinned. "Try to pick me up." I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her waist. I held her tight and attempted to lift her. No doing. "My turn," she chuckled, standing next to me. "Spread your legs," she ordered. She cupped her right hand and slid it between my thighs. Then, with ONE hand she lifted me off the ground! She had to steady me with her other arm but there was no question she was lifting me with one arm! I sensed Ekaterina slide behind me as Valentina let me down. With a sudden yank from behind, Ekaterina pulled my pants and underwear down. Valentina shoved me and I fell backwards onto the floor. "Damn, he won't do. We need to go back to his Dakotas," Ekaterina said as she sized up my average sized cock. "I'm going to work him anyway," Valentina declared. She peeled off her camisole and I was in utter amazement that her now naked breasts did not move. Totally firm. She grabbed me by my hair and yanked me closer to her. I looked up at her and then WHACK! She slapped my face with her boobs. It was like a thirty pound weight hitting my face. My head snapped to the side from the impact. I tried to refocus. Valentina was cupping her boobs as I got my vision back. Her areolae were tiny. SMACK! She hit me with her breasts again, even harder. "I like beating up on LITTLE men," she ridiculed as she slammed her hard breasts against my face once again. I bounced off the wall of the hotel suite. Imagine someone taking a bag of sugar and smashing you with it - that's what this felt like. "And every man is little compared to me." "And me," Ekaterina repeated. "He's such a girly man. His penis is still flaccid even after you reveal breasts. Are you gay, Dr. Tom?" "No." "Go on. Whack shit out of him." "With pleasure." Valentina held me by the wrists and extended my arms out to each side. Her superior wingspan made it easy for her to stretch me out. SMACK! Her left breast smashed against my face. SMACK! Her right breast slugged against me. My head snapped sideways again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was woozy and my head was spinning. "Yuri gave me more than hard breasts. He gave me weapons," she proudly proclaimed. She smacked me across the face again as her seven-foot physique towered over me. I was in shock that she apparently felt no pain hitting me over and over with her chest. "He's not big enough for us," Ekaterina said dismissively. "I know. His cock too short and skinny." "Oh well. Can't win them all the time. Knock him out." "Don't you want to play with him?" "Maybe just a bit. Hold him down while I slip out of these. I do not want to spoil clothes." Valentina shoved me onto a chair and then leapt on top of me. It was then that I truly felt just how heavy she was. Ekaterina stood beside us. "Back not so long ago, they still were testing us," Ekaterina remarked as she casually removed her blouse and pants. She had a lacy bra and thong panties on. While her natural breasts couldn't quite compare with Valentina's, she was nevertheless very generously endowed. "Always testing," Valentina shrugged. "There was a time they wanted me to fight this very small man. I doubt he was 60 kilos." Ekaterina continued. "As I enter ring an official comes to me and whispers in my ear, 'You must kill him.' And I am in shock and I ask him what he means and he says he wants to see if I can kill a man with my bare hands. Well I know this opponent is too small and I know I can end his life, but I feel strange. 'Kill him,' he repeats and gives me this icy stare. He nods in direction of guard who pats gun on his holster. I then know it is my life or this guy across the ring." "And what happened?" "Well, I am still alive, as you can see," Ekaterina smiled sheepishly. "It was a very strange experience. I just disconnected my mind from my body and let my body take over. I didn't want him to suffer, but there was no way of avoiding that. I knew that these officials were judging me and what I did would determine whether I stayed alive and how well I would live. I could have ended it fast, but I sensed they wanted to see a show. So I keep him alive for twenty five minutes, even though I could finish him in the first minute." "What did you do to him?" "I probably dislocated his shoulder. I know I cracked a few ribs. I could feel them give way. Towards the end he was asking me to put him out of his misery, which, strangely, made it a little easier to kill him. In the end I used fists on him until he was knocked out. Then I snapped his neck to kill him." "And that ended the testing by the authorities?" I asked. "Oh no. Testing continued. I have killed seven men." "I have killed thirteen. Once I killed three in one hour. One after another in front of each other," Valentina volunteered. "Maybe 'playing' with me isn't such a good idea," I proposed, looking up at Ekaterina apprehensively. "Oh, don't worry. We have rule. No kill the CIA," she smirked. Valentina slid off me and Ekaterina took her place, straddling me as I remained pinned in the chair. Let me tell you, I couldn't feel a whole lot of difference between 300 pounds on me and 285. "Maybe we have just a little fun," Ekaterina cooed, running her hand down my chest and stomach and deftly encircling my penis with her remarkably large hand. "I bet I make erection, even with girly man like you." "Did you know that my arms are as big as Valentina's even though she outweigh me? I am almost fifty centimeters." Ekaterina flexed her free arm and I was astounded by the size and definition in her upper arm. She was world class! "Oh feel him grow when he sees my muscle!" she kidded. "You like big strong girl?" Valentina leaned over and shoved her enormous arm right in front of my eyes. "I am big too," she said. "Oh, that got him even harder. He likes your muscles too." Ekaterina jumped off the chair and grabbed me under the armpits, pulling me with ease out of the chair. She lifted me up so that we were eye-to-eye. "Now you are over 200 centimeters tall instead of your 175. But gee, your feet aren't on the floor like mine are." Ekaterina flung me to the carpet. I was flat on my back. She was standing astride my waist. She ran her hands up and down her stupendous thighs. "You want to feel legs?" "I'm pretty sure I don't. Not in the context I think you have in mind." She grinned. "Oh all you muscle boys want to feel what we can do with our legs. They are so long after all. You know they tell me to kill man one time with legs. He was so bad. I get him in scissors and he start to whine like little child. I could not stand his high-pitched voice so I reach over and punch him. Just to hit him in mouth and kind of make him quiet down. But he weakling and my punch knock him out. Well, I figure as long as he is out, get job over. And so I squeeze as hard as I can and not long he goes limp." "He was dead?" "They say autopsy show collapsed lung and crushed rib cage and other internal organs damaged, plus internal bleeding. He went fast, but he was lucky not to be awake to feel it." "I don't want anything to do with your legs," I said, looking up at her. "Oh come. Remember? We don't kill CIA. We don't hurt you." Ekaterina dropped down on top on me and rolled me onto my side sandwiching me between those long legs. Her first crush made me feel like I'd lose my lunch. "This isn't a good idea," I cautioned. "Let me show you my breasts weapons too." Ekaterina draped one arm around my head and pulled me into her breasts. While not rock hard like Valentina's, they were nevertheless full and firm enough to encase my nose and mouth. I thrashed about to escape, but she used pressure from her legs to contain me and to discourage my resistance. Using her free hand, I felt one of her fingers tracing down my spine, down the crack of my ass, skipping over my asshole and massaging the area between the scrotum and the anus. Then without warning, she shoved her finger up my asshole. Equally without warning, my cock erupted all over Ekaterina, the rug and me. "You disgusting little man! Can you not control yourself? You are all over me!" she shouted, quite irritated. Valentina dashed into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for Ekaterina who had pulled herself off me and risen to her feet. Ekaterina wiped the cum off her thighs, glaring at me. "You need to be punished for this," she said, whipping the towel at me, barely missing my head. Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door. I thought my salvation from punishment would come from a maid servicing the room. Valentina scampered over to the door and bent down to look through the peephole. She clapped her hands with apparent glee and flung open the door. "You made it!" she exclaimed. "Damn Aeroflot. They always mess up." A girl entered the room, having to duck to come through the doorframe. She was wearing a camisole top similar to Valentina's and a loose pleated skirt that came down to just above her knees. I was shocked that she was even taller than Valentina. Ekaterina bounded over to embrace her. All three girls looked down at me. "We knew your CIA knew about Ekaterina and me," Valentina explained. "And we knew you knew Yuri had more girls." "But you didn't have Yuri's records and we did," Ekaterina continued. "So we know where we all are. We thought you'd like to meet Yuri's last experiment. This is Ksenia. She is biggest girl of all." "Hello Dr. Albano," Ksenia said, in perfect English. "I live in Yakutsk, in the east. Perhaps that's why you couldn't find me." "I don't know where to start," I said, somewhat dumbfounded. "Since you are sitting on the floor without your pants on, perhaps you shouldn't," she grinned. "I was Yuri's last embryo, his last test. I am 24 years old. I stand 225 centimeters and I weigh 159 kilos." "That's seven foot four and 350 pounds!" "You are quick with your metric conversions. But that's seven foot four and a half. So, girls, what have I missed?" Valentina and Ekaterina filled her in, mostly in Russian that I didn't understand, but they made a point of talking in English about my ejaculation. She turned back to me. "So you're a naughty boy who needs to be taken care of?" "This is just a routine visit by the CIA," I replied, trying to deflect her. "There is nothing routine about us. Perhaps I should do the disciplinary honors?" The other two girls nodded in agreement. "Yuri worked on Ksenia's breasts, too. She is bigger than me," Valentina told me. "Well not as big as Olga." "Well even Yuri would admit he went too far with her." Ksenia pulled off her camisole and, yes, if it was possible to have larger breasts than Valentina's, she'd managed it. The outsides of her breasts extended beyond her sides, yet there was barely an inch between the insides forming the cleavage in the middle. In contrast to Valentina, her areolae were quite large, yet perfectly round. "Stand up." She had to scrunch down to bring her height parallel to mine. Then she let fly into me and I was knocked into the wall. As I recoiled off the wall she grabbed me around the waist, lifting me up so high her breasts were pressing into my stomach. I didn't know what was worse, her giant arms crushing my sides and back or her hard breasts digging into my gut. "Typical soft Western male stomach," she said dismissively as I groaned from the pressure. She tossed me in the direction of Valentina and Ekaterina, who were sitting, watching on the side of the bed. They both grabbed me. "Crucifix him," she ordered. The other two girls each grabbed one of my arms and yanked me up, pulling me in opposite directions. Ksenia scrunched down again and rammed me chest to chest several times. The force of the blows left me gasping. Then she stood straight up and slammed me with her breasts, right across my face. I saw stars. She clenched her fist and rammed me in the gut. I would have doubled over, but other two were holding me up. "He's almost out on his feet," Ekaterina observed. Ksenia closed in on me, standing only a couple of inches away from me. "As a doctor and scientist I'm sure you know that the human brain can only take a certain amount of blunt trauma before unconsciousness occurs. When you take the density of my breasts and put 159 kilos behind them, well I don't think I need to hit you four or five times to put you in dreamland." "You must show him it before you knock him out," Valentina said. "You think so?" "Oh, yes," Ekaterina affirmed. Ksenia pulled off her skirt. I was surprised that she wasn't wearing women's panties. Whatever she had on looked like a jock strap. "I am a hermaphrodite," she said. "I guess even Yuri made miscalculations with his genetic engineering. But since he intended for me to be a girl, that's the sexual identity I have taken on." She hooked her thumbs under the waistband. Although I've never examined a hermaphrodite, I expected to see a small boy- sized penis. Ksenia tugged down her underwear and I was in shock. She was huge! Immediately, without any manual stimulation, her penis began to grow, getting longer and thicker and rising up vertically so that it was practically brushing against her abdomen. Her appendage was nearly twice as long as mine and very thick - I'd estimate its girth was at least 22 centimeters. With me being soft after having cum the difference in size could not have been more pronounced. "Now THAT is a penis," Ekaterina chuckled. Ksenia rubbed her breasts right before my eyes, preparing for the onslaught. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I don't remember anything after the third blow. I came to, flat on my face. The first thing I felt was a searing pain in my asshole. I rolled over and felt a viscous fluid oozing out of my anus. Didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what Ksenia had done to me while I was out. I looked up to see Valentina going through my wallet, taking the hard currency. I began to protest, but she just put her finger to her lips and then to her breasts, delivering her message. I turned my head in the opposite direction and saw Ksenia and Ekaterina on the bed. Ksenia was on top of her, fucking her really hard. If Ekaterina weren't such a big strong girl I'm sure Ksenia would have injured her. Ekaterina was writhing in ecstasy and began to have multiple orgasms. She may have come five or ten times in rapid succession. Suddenly Ksenia pulled out of her and stroked her enormous hard on. In no time she exploded, a copious amount of semen covering Ekaterina's stomach and breasts. She leaned forward and the two girls exchanged a long passionate kiss. Finally she rose off her and the two girls climbed off the bed. The three women walked over and surrounded me. It occurred to me that I was encircled by 935 pounds of women - nearly a half ton! "Get up. We have to leave," Valentina said. I slowly rose to my feet. I noticed that Ksenia still had an erection. She'd cum twice and was still hard. "Look at him. He's so jealous of your dick," Ekaterina laughed. "We have to knock you out again. We cannot have you following us out of here," Ksenia asserted. "No. Really. I won't follow you." "Promise all you like. We make sure we won't have you after us," Ekaterina said. Valentina shoved me into Ksenia. I bounced off her into the waiting arms of Ekaterina who slapped on a full nelson. The other two girls stood in front of me. Valentina buried her fist into my gut. Ksenia stepped up and delivered her own blow. I thought I'd vomit. "Did you like this up your ass?" she sneered, pointing to her prodigious cock. "If we didn't have to get out of here, I'd fuck you again." "Hit him again," Ekaterina said from behind me. Both girls delivered even harder right hooks to my stomach. I was groaning in misery. "Again," Ekaterina ordered. "As hard as you can." Valentina hit me twice. Ksenia threw a three punch combination. To this day I don't know how I managed to remain conscious, but I knew I was severely weakened. "Time to go to sleep," Ekaterina whispered in my ear. "One two punch girls." Valentina walked up to me holding her arms behind her. She paused for a moment and then ripped into me, smashing me with her breasts, causing my head to snap sideways. I could barely see straight, but I did see Ksenia move in. One blow from the seven foot four inch giant and I was knocked out. They were all gone when I came to. I never heard from them again. The CIA lost track of them and never got leads on the whereabouts of Yuri's other girls. I have no interest in finding any of them. The End Copyright 2003 All rights reserved.