Block the group

My heart hammers as I imagine what it must feel like to have Kyle's throbbing rod in-.

I quickly back out of the group before adding everyone to my ignore list as I stand up finding myself wobbly. What the fuck is going on. What the fuck did I watch. Why the fuck was I about to beg one of my friends to fuck me. I make my way to the coffee maker and start to make a pot as I sit. I swear ever so distantly I can hear moans coming from outside and... maybe even inside. I manage to stop myself from once again pulling my now smaller cock out before rummaging through my desk and thankfully finding a set of headphones that I use to put music on to drown out to distant sounds of sex.

I pace back and forth thinking about what to do but in the end decide to check some of the government websites. It seems what ever happened it started in Europe and spread both east and west but no one knows what it is. I feel a small bit of relief as they announce they will be releasing a list of evacuation centers in a couple of hours.

I immediately regret going onto social media as I'm inundated with videos of people being changed or just simply tit and cock picks. But I manage to find my local city's website that lists "shelters" divided into men and women and assuring anyone that tries to enter the wrong facility will be prosecuted with the full extent of the law.

I spend the rest of the time taking stock and examining my changes. Fortunately it doesn't seem like I've changed much....other than my penis. But unfortunately it seems like I lost a couple of inches of height and overall width as now my pants slide and my shirts look more like I'm borrowing hand me downs.

It's around 3 when suddenly my wifi seems to stop working as I walk over to find it blinking. Maybe... Maybe things are getting worse or maybe I should go and see if something happened to the Ethernet box in the basement or....maybe I should start to head to one of the evacuation or shelter locations I've found online.

I fidget back and forth for a while getting my things together only to stop until I find some of my exes clothes while rummaging through my laundry. The thought of Cherry comes to mind as I try to picture her on my cock....but only end up with her atop me... No... Maybe I should go check on her. Her apartment was older and had better security and had has 2 bedrooms, though she did have a roommate when we split.

While pondering where to go end I finish with inventory finding that all my previous clothes are now a bit of ill fitting with the exception of some particularly old pants that were a little bit tight before. Now they sag. Of my shirts it seems like a plane white t fits the best. Unfortunately the clothes that I found that seem like they would fit the best is my Ex's clothes. Among them is a pair of tight yoga pants from when she started to exercise and a crop top. Though there are a number of other clothes that seem to fit, but those two options seem to fit the best.

Luckily it seems like I have enough food to last for the week, but what if I continue to change...what if. I quickly squash the thought of "What if Mary doesn't come here to put me in my place."