Go into work, I feel amazing.

I practically kick Megan off of me as I quickly go upstairs to get something on as a plan comes to my mind to surprise the goth bitch of a manager and fuck her into a nice little bimbo like I did Megan. The first obstacle I had to overcome was finding clothes that fit me as I now realize it wasn't just my height that changed, it seems my once average build is now more like a gym bro and my cock mast be close to a foot long and probably girthy enough I doubt Megan could give me a hand job one handed for long. But eventually I settle for a button shirt that'll probably rip the second I flex and a pair of a sweat pants that show off my bulge nicely.

I do feel a twinge of guilt as I reach the base of the stairs to find Megan propped against the banister her legs spread as she tries to desperately fingering herself. Her smile nearly causes me to forget my plan and rail her head into the post behind her but I resist the urge as she pleads "MATHTER FUCK MEGAN!"

I decide it's probably take both of our keys as I slip into the garage and pull out in Megan's SUV. The drive was probably the most difficult thing I've ever done. Surprisingly in the suburbs themselves there wasn't much to see with the exception of one woman that seemed to be out on a morning jog before she simply plopped down on the street corner to finger herself. The only sign something was "wrong", other than the public masturbation was her sports bra seemed to be straining to contain her expanding breasts and her jogging pants seem like they are entirely to small to fit over her hips. But even that minor distraction was almost enough to get me to pull the car over and fuck her in the street. The real problem came when I got into town itself. I had to drive around cars, some seeming to have crashed as the occupants are now either occupied in the back seat or fucking someone on the hood.

As I pull up I notice Becky's forte parked and don't see Luke's bike so she doesn't seem to be lying.