Nope, you'll have to wait.

"Fuck!"

Maximus swore at his phone with gusto and verve, putting all the frustration within his soul into that one word.

The soonest he could schedule an appointment with his doctor was 11 days away, and at 0900. Working the hours he did had a few positives, like avoiding high traffic volumes, but among the downsides were often being tired as fuck if you had to wake up early. Which you usually did for places that ran on normal business hours.

He needed to find some temporary solution, but apart from repeatedly changing out condoms filled with precum, he hadn't come up with anything. And besides, the cleaning crew would probably hunt him down for that. Hell, they might even complain to Barbara about it.

Hmmm, Barbara - she'd clearly changed physically, and not in any normal way. What the fuck had caused that, not to mention this whole expanding dick situation. It'd stopped at about 15 inches or something silly, and without the extra room his slimming form allowed in his now-baggy pants, he'd be really uncomfortable.

Luckily his housemate was away from the house they shared for the next few weeks. Fuck. This would take some explaining, when the time came. If it stayed this way, at least.

Nevermind, deal with that later.

The doctor's assistant he'd talked to had sounded all kinds of skeptical when he had asked for an emergency appointment about his genitals swelling, and clearly thought he was hitting on her or something. Which he absolutely would be, under other circumstances. She was another fuel source for his fantasies.

Not now.

Now, it was time to go buy all the biggest condoms they had at the nearest pharmacy. This wasn't going to be the slightest bit awkward.

Meanwhile, Nancy was in her apartment, masturbating as she inhaled the smell of that stud Maximus's glorious cockmilk, the now mostly dry paper towels she'd smuggled out of his trash can strewn across her bed and corpulent naked form as she orgasmed for probably the 30th time.
Her bed was soaked in her sweat and cum, her hands had cramped at least 4 times, and she needed to go get more water or she'd probably die of dehydration. But that would require reaching the off switch on the dildo up her ass, which wouldn't happen until this orgasm subsided.

She hadn't yet noticed, and wouldn't until she showered at probably 0700, but she wasn't really the nearly shapeless boulder of a woman she'd been yesterday morning.

Nope, now she was a somewhat voluptuous version of herself, had probably lost 150 pounds, and though clearly quite hefty still, had actual curves appearing out of that weight. Her tits had grown to truly stupendous sizes, and her legs and arms had slimmed down to the point where they actually looked a bit like limbs again.

She wasn't an idiot, despite her bimboish style of personality, and knew that her recent diet plan could not possibly cause this. Nothing could, short of some crazy future tech or magic.

And the only new thing was Maximum's cum. That delicious ambrosia that he'd clearly been leaking as he resisted the urge to step across the isle and ravish her like she desired.

Nancy called off the next day, citing an unexpected health emergency. Which was accepted without much consideration, given her previous weight issues.

It was, of course, not the truth.

Her landlord complained about water usage that month.
But that was in the future.