Let's just go out for a drink

Part of you growls to go out. To breed. To meet women.

You couldn't ignore that part. Buzzing with excitement you find clothes that still fit. A t-shirt that is basically painted on, some trousers that still fit and you spray yourself down with some cologne.

A short taxi ride later and you're out in town. It's a Friday luckily so there's already people out and about, even as you stroll past bars a hen do goes by cat calling you. With a grin you turn and flex your muscles, thrusting the bulge of your crotch forwards drawing several more shouts before it becomes apparent they've bitten off more than they can chew and they retreat.

You choose a bar at random and immediately set your sights on a beautiful tall lady with a figure hugging dress that showed one hell of a shape.

Normally you'd have been far too shy to talk to someone like that, or to pose for those other girls. But it was like you were already the perfect level of drunk without any of the downsides!

You perch on the stool next to the mystery woman and a gorgeous bar tender quickly takes your order. "And can I get you one too?" You say slyly as you lean closer.

She side eyes you with a momentary look of impatience before you see as her gaze continues over the rest of you.

"Sure" she smiles with a voice that sounded like liquid honey "I could go for another gin and tonic"

"So would you like to do introductions or should we just go back to mine?" You growl with a line that utterly shocks you inside your own head. Surely she would just leave now...

But instead she giggles, "patience there, you big hunk. I see you've got muscles but it's going to take more than that.." she trails off as her eyes wander over your crotch. You purposefully turn so she can see better and you feel your already tight trousers getting tighter

"Well.. maybe at least have just this drink with me to prove you're not a complete asshole then. I've had a hell of a day and you look like you're going to be a fun distraction" she laughs and smiles in an intoxicating way, moving in a way that gives you a very tempting look into cleavage you've only dreamt of.

You don't know how it happened. You were charming, funny, and engaging. You looked into her sparkling green eyes and everything you said made her smile back. As you got closer, she leaned in and touched your arm laughing away at your jokes.

For as long as you can remember, you were awkward, and shy, and never had someone act like this. How had you found this confidence? Your musing was interrupted by a hand confidently placed on your thigh.

"I think I've had enough to drink," she said huskily, gesturing to her second drink. "How about you show me your place?" Without anything other than a nod and a growl you helped her up and wrapped your strong arm around her slim waist holding her tightly against you.

Through the evening you had to shift as everything felt more restrictive. The shirt was starting to give, the buttons barely holding on with your chest getting more visible through the gaps. And your cock... Something about the **** was affecting you, visions took hold in your head, destroying this tall and curvy woman with a cock as thick as your thigh pushed a semi down your trouser leg.

The swollen state of your leg muscles also pulled said trousers tightly across your crotch and as you walked the swelling slab of meat reached your knee, easily as thick as a can. Holes started to appear and people were staring openly as you walked down the road.

A drunk woman's mouth hung open as she exclaimed "Holy fucking cock" not caring as her friends looked shocked and then followed her line of sight.

"lets get you somewhere private before that holy fucking cock gets you arrested" the stunning woman whispered.