who does he find?

As John contemplated trying to squeeze out the window, he thought he heard a creaking noise coming from one of the stalls. Slowly, John paced by the stalls, peering through the cracks at empty toilets. Under normal circumstances, this would make John out to be a bit of a pervert, he thought. But these were far from normal circumstances. At the fourth stall, he saw a woman's arm and face, sitting on the comode. Her pants seemed to be on, but she had her feet off the ground, pushing against the stall door.

"Please don't hurt me," she said softly, peaking back through the space under the door hinge.

"My name is John. I promise I'm not here to hurt you. You can come out of there." He backed up. The lock clicked and slowly the woman stepped out into the bathroom.

"M-Megan. My name is Megan."

The girl looked like she was in her late twenties or early thirties. She had sandy blonde hair pulled into a tight pony tail, and dark rimmed glasses. She also happened to be noticeably pregnant. She wore a white shirt stretched over her belly, the navel poking through, and a dark pink button up shirt hanging wide open.

"What happened? What are you doing here, Megan?"

"My husband and I were here going for a walk... I had to go to the bathroom." She gestured toward the door. "But when I was finished, I went out there and... I don't know what happened. There were these... things everywhere. These women, with huge... things. And they were all on the ground. I couldn't see Barry anywhere. I was too scared to go out there, so I hid in here."

"How long have you been in here?"

"I don't know, I didn't bring my cell phone. You know, Barry was with me, I didn't think..." She sobbed a little.

"Listen," he put a hand on her shoulder. "We can't stay here. I don't know what's going on, but I have a car. I have some friends at the mall, and as soon as I get them, we can take you home, okay?"

She looked up at him. Her makeup seemed to be running down her face a bit. She nodded quietly.

"I don't know how many are out there. We might have to run, but it's not too far. Do you think you can do that, Megan?"

Megan hesitated, but John held his gaze. She nodded. He went over to the door, grabbing the mop. He took Megan by the hand.

"We're going to go out, turn left, go up the stairs and my car is right at the entrance. Don't stop for anything. Got it?"

John pulled the door wide open to a small crowd of overendowed herms. He jabbed the closest one with the stringy end of the mop and pushed forward knocking several down. With that, he lept forward, pushing by a massive wall of breast flesh. He pulled Megan along, shoving through.

Megan screamed and pulled on his hand. One of the herms had grabbed her by the pony tail. It was the clerk from the concession stand. She was guiding her slick member up to Megan's face as Megan wailed furiously. John spun around with his fist, catching the clerk in the jaw, sending her flying to the ground and releasing her grip on Megan's hair.

Together, about as quickly as a pregnant woman could run, John and Megan scrambled up the steps to the edge of the park. They ran around to John's car, John unlocked it with his keychain. He opened the door. And that's when he saw her.

Amber was in the parking lot, about four car lengths away. She had changed a lot. She was at least twice as huge as the other herms in the park. Her body, despite sporting a penis, was hyper feminine. Wide flaring hips, long toned legs, bouyant beachball sized tits. Her normally cute, pert pink nipples were replaced by angry protrusions, the pink color spilling out widely, covered with goosebumps and light blue spiderwebbing veins just beneath the surface.

The cock, though, was as big around as a two-liter bottle, and long enough to point its purple head menacingly at the two normal humans. The length of the rod was covered in branching veins that throbbed and glistened with the sheen of sexual fluids. It looked as though Amber has been working out, but she was instantly recognizable as John's beloved girlfriend.

"Amber?! What the fuck?" John shouted. Amber didn't respond. Instead she grabbed her tool with both hands, smashing her tits together in the process, causing sprays of milk to shoot out of her nipples. John's mouth hung open as he watched his formerly human girlfriend jerking it in the parking lot.

"John!" Megan called out. "John!!!" Megan opened the door and shouted at John over the roof of the car. "John, PLEASE!"

John broke out of his trance just in time to turn and see Megan get blindsided with a blast of cum from Amber. The white goop slammed the side of her head, knocking her glasses clean off her face. The next blast of cum slapped the roof of John's car. Quickly, John jumped in the driver's seat and slammed shut just to see another thick rope sail by and into the grass. John leaned in and grabbed Megan, who seemed disoriented. He reached over her and grabbed the door handle and pulled her door shut. The door window was covered in cum.

As John sped away, he cursed to himself. He looked over at Megan who was scraping clumps of the stuff off her face and out of her hair and wiping it off on her shirt.