The first signs are pretty much immediately apparent.

Breathing heavily, Jamie waited for her legs to recover and her pulse to go down. The brutal oral fucking had taken a lot out of her; mentally as well as physically. The futa would never have thought she'd be able to **** another human being like that, even in ****. But then again, with the way Chris had treated her as James and how his hypocrisy had showed when he had been hitting on Addie and her... It was kind of hard to not feel a fair bit of satisfaction in giving the prick his comeuppance.

Speaking of pricks: Looking down at the barely conscious surfer leaning against the wall, Jamie saw some white goop seeping through the fabric of his swimming trunks. Obviously he had enjoyed being on the receiving end, then. Chris breathing was getting more and more normal, as well, putting the futa at ease. Letting her head fall back against the wooden wall behind her, Jamie closed her eyes; just resting for a while sounded great right now... With her eyes closed, she could hear Chris beginning to stir, shifting into a more comfortable position as his strength returned slowly, but surely. Good for him, really--

A knock on the door made the redhead jump, eyes shooting open.

"Are you ollrite in theah?" A male voice with a thick accent asked through the wood. "Ve haff herd a lot of noise, so my wife said to check on you..."

"Y-yeah, everything's alright," Jamie babbled, frantically thinking about what to say. "My... my friend just needs a minute, he blacked out for a second."

"Blacked out?! Liebes, you should call an ambulance, zat could be somezing serious!"

"Nonono, he's fine! Already getting better!" Jamie broke out in a cold sweat. If Chris was brought to the hospital, everything would unravel, her whole life turned upside down. Again. "B-besides, he doesn't have insurance! He can't afford to go to the hospital just like that."

"Oh, you Americans and your expensiff healz care..." The tourist in front of the cubicle admonished. "Back home, you could just get a quick checkup ant be sure!"

"Dammit, relax 'Ahnold'," Chris suddenly piped up, his words a drawl from the semen high, voice still hoarse. "If my babe says I'm alright, I'm goddamn alright!"

"Ahnold? My name is Günther! Ant I waz just tryink to help! No need to use curse words! Undank ist der Welt Lohn*..." Sounding miffed, Günther turned around briskly and finally walked away. Jamie released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"Wow, that guy was so annoying," Chris mumbled, scratching his left pec. "And that accent... what a loser."

Jamie winced. Apparently, not even a metric fuckton of jizz could really impact the surfer's personality much. Or maybe it was just taking a while? It wasn't like Jamie really understood how her cum worked. Which made her little plan all the more crazy in hindsight... The feeling of Chris' hands and tongue on her spent cock jolted Jamie out of her thoughts.

"Mmmh, you taste so good, babe..." the surfer groaned as he licked the futa's cock clean, humming appreciatively. "I could suck on this thing all day... God, I'm glad you're a chick; 'cause I'm so not sucking off a guy!"

His insistence that he wasn't gay was kind of diminished by the fact that Chris obviously couldn't get enough of Jamie's fat prick, continuing to slobber all over it even after the last speck of cum had disappeared down his throat. One of his hands had disappeared from the futa's cock, instead rubbing at his pecs gingerly. Jamie barely noticed that, though - her dick was much too sensitive for the amount of attention it was getting.

"L-let go, Chris! I-I can't..."

"Oooh, come onnn, pleeease?" The surfer whined, looking up at Jamie with puppy dog eyes. "It's so yummyyy!"

"I'm serious, get.. off!" With a forceful push, Jamie finally dislodged him from her thoroughly spit-shined dick, leaving him sitting on his butt in front of the bench.

"Aww, that was mean, I just... wanted to..." Chris trailed off, craning his neck to stare down at his muscular pecs - only they weren't so muscular anymore. When the surfer brought his hands up to touch them, his fingers sunk into them a fair bit. "Why... why's my chest feel so tight...?"

Jamie's head snapped up from where she was stuffing her overworked dick back into her bikini briefs. Already? The futa's cum hadn't worked this fast since her mother had sucked her off just after Jamie had changed! Was Chris really that sensitive to its properties? It appeared that way, the surfer's budding tits swelling before Jamie's very eyes. Chris gasped and groaned all throughout their growth, massaging the soft orbs in a fruitless attempt to alleviate the tight sensations - all he succeeded in was heightening his arousal. Jamie grinned; if Chris' beginning transformation felt as good as the futa's had, the surfer would spend the next hour masturbating in the cubicle. Which was all the more reason to get out while he was distracted.

Re-tying her pareo, Jamie side-stepped the moaning Chris, a tent growing in his spunk-soiled swimming trunks. His tits had already reached an A cup, the nipples plumping up to poke through his fingers. Chris apparently couldn't get enough from the sensitive flesh, cock forgotten as he relentlessly mauled them, totally lost to the outside world. Jamie stepped outside the cubicle, pulling the door closed behind her. After taking a deep, shuddering breath, she released the air slowly and set off towards Addie when she felt calm enough.

(*Basically "No good deed goes unpunished" in German)