Getting down to business

"Uh... Sam?" Alice repeated. "You okay?"

His eyes ran up and down her body, taking it in hungrily, his gaze getting stuck on her chest. Her face flushed. Being checked out like this by her friend should have been distressing, and not just... overwhelming? She placed a hand over her cleavage. "Sam. Up here."

His view interrupted, he turned his attention to her face."Huh? Oh, sorry. You're just... really pretty."

Trying to suppress a smile and annoyed that she couldn't quite manage it, Alice looked down. "Thanks. You're pretty easy on the eyes yourself." Maybe it would have been wiser not to add that last part, but it slipped out. She noticed a stirring in his athletic shorts. A big stirring. About 8 1/2 inches worth of stirring, actually, and a notably girthy one.

Oh god. He's fully erect just from looking at me?!

Alice bit her lip. She could make out the shape of his glans, and if she used her imagination, she could even see the veins of his shaft against the thin fabric.

Sam chuckled. "Like what you see?"

Her cheeks burned. He caught her staring, absolutely dead to rights. But was she going to admit to that? No way. This was her friend, for god's sake! Just a few hours ago, she was a heterosexual guy who had never had a gay thought in his life. Very few, anyway. No more than average, almost certainly. But no matter what it was doing to him, transforming him, juicing up his libido, maneuvering him into sexual situations, Alex will never let this house turn him into some sort of insatiable cum addict.

But will Alice?

She was suddenly aware of Sam's finger lifting her chin. Her eyes met his, and her stomach did backflips. She tried to find the will to brush away his hand, but it wasn't there. To tell him she wasn't interested, but she couldn't bring herself to say that particular lie.

He took a step closer to her and she met his eyes again. He was so much taller than her now, so much bigger. She was only a little taller than his shoulder now. Sam has never been the most observant guy, but how could he not notice a change like that? At this point, he could just pick her up and do whatever he wanted with her and she... um.

A wash of sensation rolled over her from head to toe. Her nipples stiffened, her breasts began to tingle. She could feel the coolness of her skin exposed to the air, and she suddenly became aware of the gentle movement of her breasts against her bra, intensifying as her breath quickened. Her penis pulsed, but the panties constricted around it tighter and tighter. The sensation became more and more intense, and just before it became too much to bear, there was a shift, and she went flaccid. But even so, the panties kept going, seemingly squishing it even smaller, becoming so sensitive that even her own pulse became an erotic sensation. The feeling spread like wildfire across her erogenous zones, all becoming as sensitive as a phallus on the verge of cumming. Pre-cum beaded up on her flaccid head.

"Can I... help you?" She asked. Alice had tried her best to sound like she was putting an end to this foolishness and getting down to business. But it didn't come out that way.

"Yes, please," Sam pleaded.

Dammit. Dammit. Puppy dog eyes.

Well, what's the harm in another three or four orgasms?