Or is it...

Your cock twitches as the last few pulses of cum push into Sophia. Breathing hard you lean towards against her and feel like you've just woken up.

A bulge around her midriff was visible even from behind, her normally tight waist disrupted by the sheer volume of cum you just filled her with.

You've never done anything like this before, certainly not somewhere so public... She feels so good and this is so hot too.

"Ow! I can feel you getting hard again! Let my poor kitty have a break!" Sophia whimpers as your cock pulses inside her. "You ruined me with that-"

A loud banging on the door of the sauna interrupts her. "That's enough of that, out of there!"

Well, now it really is time to leave...

Pulling out of Sophia was hard, it was a slow process and she kept stopping you even as the banging on the door continued. Once you finally did a thick flood of hot cum came pour out of her and even as you faced the music you could hear it still dripping away.

Coming out of the sauna was a very awkward experience, after a telling off the gym manager, Katherine, seemed willing to just give you a warning instead of a ban. Even trying to cover yourself as best you could, you still caught her stealing glances at you and it while dressing you down.

Sophia met you after you both got dressed and gave you her number but said something about a "date with an ice pack" plan for tonight.

So now you find yourself back at home looking at yourself in the mirror. What was going on, you looked taller, maybe 6'1? Your hair definitely looked thicker, losing that receding look. Your muscles.. wow. No question about it, a lot of your old clothes won't fit anymore. Where to even start? If it wasn't for your package you'd think you were on steroids.

Speaking of your package. It hung heavily between your legs, grabbing a ruler you put it against it... 7 inches.. soft. What the fuck. This was like your wildest fantasy. And your balls... They dangled between your now thick thighs, each one maybe the size of tennis balls and visibly pulsing as you look at them.

You want to masturbate just looking at yourself, but the second you touch your cock and start to stroke it once again disgusts you and the thought leaves your mind. Strange.

But you still feel the need for release. What is going on...