Day 2: Growth

Erika lay naked on the side of her bed with a terrible headache. She barely remembered what she did last night, but the strong smell and her vaginal discharge gave her a good idea.

“Gñññ...ow...ow...oops...I think I was...oh shit...”

Boing Boing!

When she tried to sit up, she heard a strange bouncing sound followed by a sudden jolt in her body that abruptly sent her back to the floor. She felt as if a great, extra weight had suddenly been added to her.

Looking down, she found two fleshy masses blocking her view of the floor: breasts the size of melons, each one bouncing with every movement she made. Her rear end had also grown in size, giving her an ass similar to that of a surgically enhanced porn actress.

“Oh damn... That fucking virus is getting worse!” she said, filled with rage, but also drooling.

With difficulty, she tried to get up, careful not to let the extra weight knock her over. It took her a few minutes to get used to them.

"Fuck... these pieces of shit are a nuisance. What will the girls with the surgery do?"

«But I have to admit, with these babies, no man will take his eyes off me...hmm...especially Vázquez»

Scared by that thought, so harmful to her, she slapped herself a few times in the face and tried to dismiss those lewd thoughts, which were foreign to her.

"Get out of my head, damn virus... You won't control me!" she exclaimed, as if she were talking to a business rival.

Stumbling, she made her way to the bathroom to take a well-deserved shower, but as soon as her enhanced breasts felt the first drops, torrential shocks of pleasure overwhelmed her in seconds.

"AHHHHHHH...GOD!"

It was so unexpected that before she realized it, he had already taken her, inserting two fingers into her pussy.

"HMMM...MY GOD...I'M SO VERY HORNY...AYYYYYYYYYYY"

While his fingers did their work, his other hand went to tend to her sensitive udders. Her brain shut down in an instant, thinking only of sex with her useless employee as the protagonist.

"OOOH...VAZQUEZ...HIT ME HARD...AAHH...AHH...AHHHHH...MAKE ME YOURS VICTOR!"

Things quickly escalated to the point where Erika was thrusting under the shower head against the wall, just one step away from orgasming in less than five minutes.

“OOOOOOOH...YES...YES VICTOR...AAAAAAAAH..AAAAAAAAAY...AAAAAAAAY... I"M HERE FOR YOUYYYYYYYYY...OOOOOOOOOOOH”

Her orgasm, along with her newfound strength, made her fall to the floor, mixing the shower water with her cum and saliva. And yet, her body was far from cooling down; she had to come more and more times...

“AAAAAAAAYY...OOOOOOOOOH.... YEEES...I"M YOURS!”

Erika needed four more orgasms for her heat to drop to manageable levels, thus regaining her sanity. She emerged from the bathroom panting, with strings of drool falling onto her breasts.

"Hmm... oh... oh... I"m worse than... oh... I think... maybe... uhh... maybe he won"t let me... go... go..."

She hesitated about missing work, something quite unusual for her. She had always been responsible at her job, but her condition **** her to.

«But he... will be there.»

Suddenly, a mental image of Victor Vázquez made her react in the opposite way, and now the idea of missing work seemed horrible.

Filled with an unknown energy, the director got ready for work like every day, but her new figure made her look even more revealing.

“I have to go... I shouldn’t miss... I have to see him... No! I have to work; that’s it.”

With these contradictory thoughts, she went to work… and did Victor.