Brain and dick both say "Oh shit!", but the tone is different

After way too long staring at the ID card and glancing back and forth between it and the woman who apparently was Nancy, Maximus put the ID card, card holder, and fanny pack back how he'd found them.

Nancy, apparently lost in the throes of crying, did not appear to notice.

Maximus wasn't sure how to proceed. It appeared that Nancy had someone come in contact with his (apparently magical?) cum, or else there were others who could do this. It was weird to be hoping for the former, but given the context...

He stood up, turning to look down at Nancy.

"We need to talk, I think... When you're ready, come up the stairs to my apartment. I'll make some tea in the meantime."

After which he went upstairs and started microwaving some water for tea.

As he stood there waiting, teabags in hand, the part of his mind most closely associated with the activities of his dick pondered the opportunities at hand. It liked them.
Or so it seemed, since his dick clearly had no intention of going dormant any time soon.

He really wasn't sure how best to approach this, although a chief worry was that Nancy would run off into the night and then who knew what she'd do. Probably end up committed or something, claiming that she'd touched cum and it'd transformed her. Or eaten it? That was a fairly drastic change, and unless he was wrong about how it worked, ingestion clearly had a more powerful effect. But the evidence of her clear physical transformation couldn't be ignored, assuming anyone bothered to check what her state was literally 36-48 hours before.

How had she gotten in contact? His mind went back over the emissions outside his apartment that he could remember. The restroom incident had been cleaned up fairly thoroughly by him and to an extent Barbara. And every subsequent "pressure release" had gone into the pickle jars, apart from what he cleaned off the toilet seat. That particular stall was the cleanest it'd ever been at this point. Cleaning crew was probably confused.

Wait, cleaning crew...trashcan!

Fuck.

But that had just been precum-soaked paper towels, for the most part. Except a little that escaped at the end? But still...maybe it affected people differently if they wanted it more?

He'd thought Nancy was just flirting with him, but maybe...

And he certainly wouldn't shut down the new Nancy. It might be superficial of him, but he'd had a few nightmares of getting literally crushed to ****. Not anymore.

Actually, now he just hoped she'd stay interested enough to stick around. With her new body she'd be able to get almost anyone she wanted, so long as they had even the slightest interest in a female partner.

Still though, if his fantasies were in charge...well let's just say that a few "addicted to my cum" scenarios were in there somewhere.

Meanwhile, Nancy was still sitting on the bench downstairs, but in a better state of mind now. She knew only a few things for sure:
She'd lost more weight she never hoped to.
She was hot again Memories of college and fun she'd had, before the weight gain. Even a brief career in porn. She liked big cocks and she could not lie, and she'd thought porn was a way to get a constant source. Disappointment to some degree. But then she'd started focusing on camming more, and at some point got into weight gain niche...she'd always liked food...well that hadn't turned out so well.
She was hotter now than she'd been then. Way hotter.
Somehow Maximus's cum, hell his PREcum, had magically transformed her into a wet-dream inducing version of the self she'd been at the height of her porn career.

Not that surprising he hadn't recognized her, she didn't recognize herself, at least not the self of a few days ago. Now she was an improved version of the cock-hungry cum whore she'd reveled in being through college and her porn days.

In all those years and encounters, she'd never tasted any as good as she'd just encountered in a fucking trashcan at work.

She wanted more.

Especially if that bulge he'd been sporting was any indication.
Her dildo collection was large in both number and size for a reason. Few men had met her standards before the weight chased all but a few away.

What had he said? Come up for tea?

Well she wanted some milk for her tea, and he'd be providing it if she had anything to say about it.

Non-dairy, of course.