Complications

Kira looked up at Arthur, his cock pressed into her cheek. The office (and the orc) was a total mess. “We should get this place cleaned up. You should go to the bathroom.” He suggested. That was amazing. Arthur thought to himself. He was finally able to string more than two thoughts together. Kira nodded, and got to her feet, looking around for something to clean herself up with for the walk down the hall.

She settled on taking her underwear now discarded and wiping up the last remnants of the cocktail of their combined lovemaking, buttoning her shirt back up and hiking her skirt down. A special little show just for him. The shirt and skirt both felt… tighter? No, that can’t be right. She thought as she pulled the skirt over her tight ass, but the front of her shirt certainly had even more trouble, straining itself over her now massive tits. She was definitely going to lose a button.

Arthur pulled up his pants, and tucked his shirt back in. Kira was a mess. She was still breathing hard. Arthur felt amazing, like his energy was boundless. He felt as though his stamina hadn’t been depleted at all, he could do that all day and night and day again, visions of harems of girls of every walk of life, unable to keep up with him, danced in front of his eyes. He looked back at Kira. Did she get shorter? The realization hit him all at once. No, I’m as tall as her now! Kira staggered off to the bathroom.

He looked at the time, the workday had ended.