Going to work

Heading into the office, you clock in and sit at your desk as you power up your PC. Your friend Olive coming in behind you, cutting it fine as usual rolls her eyes as you sarcastically comment on her tardiness.

You swear you see her do a brief double-take as she sits down next to you. "You have been working out?" She says casually.

"Yeah, a little. Been trying to get back into it" You shrug, thinking about how your clothes feel tighter.

You've always had a bit of a crush on Olive. She's a petite girl with a beautiful face. She works hard at her gym (sometimes) and knows how to show off her exceptional ass while wearing tight tops to show off her perfectly shaped and perky chest. The dress she wore today definitely did all that too and you couldn't help but run your eyes over her as she sat down.

But she has a fiancé and you're friends so you've never wanted to go there, even if you've thought about it.

Pushing your thoughts to one side you knuckle down and get to it. But after an hour discomfort starts to spread from your crotch. After a moment of trying to readjust, you have to go and work out what's going on. As you stand Olive elbows you as you go past "Oops, watch yourself big guy" she giggles with a smile as you squeeze by.

With a stirring in your trousers you quickly head out of the office and into the toilets, locking yourself in a stall you fish your package out to work out what the hell is going on.

Immediately it becomes obvious that you're bigger. Not only does an extra two inches in length come out, but it's thicker too. But what concerns you is your balls. They're swollen and the skin is stretched and red. They look like small oranges and as you handle them you feel thick fluid around them. The sensation alone causes a groan to escape your lips and blood starts to rush into your enlarged member.

You watch with lust and a small amount of panic as it fills and thickens, growing until sticks out, harder than ever. Feeling as thick as a cucumber in your hand and standing at least 8 inches long. Feeling exceptionally horny you go to stroke it, but a strong feeling of disgust suddenly shoots into you as it suddenly flags and starts to fall limp again.

Confused, but no longer horny you stare in disbelief. There's nothing you can do about it and it's not exactly a bad thing. Collecting yourself you start to stuff yourself back into your already tight trousers. It looks slightly obscene, but not too obvious. You hope.

Tentatively, you make your way back to your desk. This time you definitely can't deny you saw Olive look at your crotch as you came back. But with no comments or further reactions, you grind through the day trying not to think about what's going on. You swear you can hear the stitches of your clothing creaking but you imagine being bigger.

Lunch was something else. Your packed lunch didn't touch the sides and you had to go order seconds from the canteen. Why on earth where you so hungry? Better get to the gym and work these extra calories off.