Sam needs some air.

When Sam entered the kitchen, her face was beet red.

The only things to wear in her closet and drawers were either outwardly erotic or downright slutty. Things that displayed every one of her bimbo body's mouth-watering curves. Things that Sam could totally see people wearing in some hentai files hidden away on Josh's computer.

The majority of her attire consisted of lacy lingerie. Literally. Every drawer of his dresser was stuffed with different styles of sexy underwear separated by three colors: True pink, hot pink, and light pink. Sam skipped wearing undergarments altogether out of frustration, but didn't have much better luck when she opened up the closet.

Instead of having a few shirts and pants hanging in there, there were... costumes waiting for her. That was the best way to describe them, anyway. There was a pink latex Playboy bunny suit with fishnet stockings, some kind of one-piece cow-printed bodysuit with the front of the chest cut out for her big tits to freely hang out of, and the same skimpy skirt/tube-top combo she was suddenly wearing during the last walk to school with Josh. There were a few other oddities to browse through, but Sam sighed with relief when there was something at least mildly normal hiding at the back of the closet.

Standing there in the kitchen's entryway, Sam was wearing a thin, loose-fitting, pink-camouflage-patterned, low-cut, and long-sleeved top that was showing off her toned belly and the underside of her cantaloupe-sized tits, all while her midsection was being lightly hugged by a pair of pure white yoga pants that hugged every nook and cranny of her wide round ass and its big gelatinous cheeks.

Sam wasn't sure if Josh just liked bright colors on his big-dick bimbos, or if he simply knew that her own cock was unable to hide its presence in any conceivable way within her bottoms. She'd tried to ball it up in the front at first, but due to its size and the thirst for release against the silky fabric of her tight pants, her foot-long cock was as hard as it could possibly be and bulging along the left side of her waistband.

The happy smiles that greeted her in the kitchen were a small comfort, but the sight of his bimbofied brother and father didn't do anything to quell the twitching beast in her britches.

"There she is." Christine said, leaning back in her seat with a cup of coffee in her hand. The freckled redhead was sitting with her chair to the side and her legs spread wide, proudly displaying her gargantuan melons in her bikini top while her erect eight-incher was straining against the fabric of her loose jeans.

"Oh, hey Sammy!" Danielle said with a cheery giggle, looking back over her shoulder. The gothy Amazon's massive bare butt was jiggling and sloshing around with even the slightest of motions her body made, and Sam was stunned that her new mom was able to see and know what and how she was cooking down below the bug melons obscuring her vision within her frilly black apron. "The food is almost ready. Are you feeling any better?"

"Y-Yeah." Sam stammered, her face unable to be any redder as she glanced around nervously. "Just having an off-morning, I guess."

"I'll say." Christine snickered, pointing towards her younger sister's obvious erection. "You obviously didn't jack off before you came down."

Danielle glanced back over her shoulder again and gave Sam a look that was an odd mixture of annoyance and worry.

"Oh, sweetie... Chris, be a dear and help your sister get off. You know it's not healthy to stay pent up like that, Sam."

"Wh-What?" Sam asked, her heart skipping a beat as she took a nervous step back. "No, no, that's okay, I-"

"Huh?!" They both said, looking at Sam as if they didn't recognize her now.

"Since when do you turn down a quickie?" Christina asked.

"Seriously." Danielle added, turning around and reminding Sam of the mega-cock poorly hiding behind her long apron. "You're not being honest, something is definitely wrong. Do you need to go to the hospital, sweetie?"

"N-No! I just-... It's j-just..." Sam said.

Unable to find any words to use that wouldn't make her sound like an even bigger lunatic, because telling them that Josh had reality-bending powers obviously didn't sound like a rational thing to blurt out, Sam just turned around and bolted for the front door.

Her tits and ass were bouncing, jiggling, and sloshing around wildly with every strideful step she took as Sam ran right out of her house and onto the sidewalk.

She just kept running with no destination in particular in mind. After about a full minute of this when Sam's head began to clear, she was covered in sweat, but Sam noticed that she wasn't tired at all, as if she could just keep running forever, if she wanted.

However, once Sam approached a local park that she was familiar with, she slowed to a stop and took a few moments to compose herself on a bench near the center of the park next to a walkway.

She sighed and rubbed her face, still getting used to the feel of its new shape and feature.

She cursed under her breath once she looked down at the huge dick and fat balls straining against the fabric her bottoms. Her hands reached forward to cover it up as best as she could, which wasn't much at all, in truth. She glanced around in shame for anyone who might be watching, but as soon as Sam actually got a good look at the few people who were actually wandering around in the park, her expression went flat.

Sam didn't run out of her house because she was opposed to the idea of draining her balls between Christina's tits, but because those tits belonged to her sister, who was still her shithead of a big brother down in the pit of whatever constitutes a soul. However, as she inspected others around the park, it might be super easy to unload all over literally anyone else's tits in town.

Underneath the shade of a few trees on one end of the park, two drop-dead-gorgeous blondes were cuddled together lovingly kissing and openly pawing at one-another's big breasts as their large dicks were tenting out in the front of their floral sundresses. It looked as though they had been planning to go on a romantic picnic judging by the white/red checkered blanket underneath them, but the basket next to them that contained any food and drinks they brought hadn't been touched.

Several yards away from them, fours manly beasts were wrestling around in the grass in a bizarre struggle. They were all laughing and smiling, but these hunky bodybuilders were pushing, pulling, holding, and pinning each other for a place of dominance. By the time one of them had another's face pushed into the ground and was trying to stuff one of their huge cocks in the other's toned muscular asses, another was pushing him down and freeing up their victim to try and go after someone else. In short, four statuesque dudes that were only wearing T-shirts were trying to **** each other, and they were all having the time of their lives in doing so.

Looking over towards her direction just in time, Sam watched as a tall raven-haired woman wearing a tank-top underneath a set of overalls stopped by part of a thick stretch of colorful flowers that lined the border of the park. She twisted the cap off of a glass milk bottle in her hand and threw it back, drinking the entire thing in just a few seconds. Before she even dropped her arm completely, her nearly flat chest became anything but. Her breasts exploded with growth, utterly destroying the straps of her attire as they ballooned up to the size of pumpkins. Their momentous weight jiggled freely in the air for a moment before her thick swollen nipples began to lactate with a clear liquid. The sprays were misty, but thick. As it landed on the lengthy flower bed below, the patch seemed to glow with even more colors and straighten up slightly. They woman stared down at her big tits with pride as she began to slowly walk along the stretch the flowers were on, making sure they all got a good drink from the clear water spraying from her slowly shrinking tits.

Walking down the center pathway of the park, a tall young black man that Sam recognized as someone who had graduated from her High school last year was walking his pet. The pet in question was, of course, another person, who looked to be a foot shorter than him if she were standing up. Unlike the man who was casually dressed in a grey collared shirt and beige slacks, his person/pet was completely naked aside from a black collar around her neck that was tied to a leash. The black woman with long curly hair was walking on all fours, looked to be about twice her owner's age, and had the curvy features of an athletic but very well-endowed milf. The rocking and sloshing of her huge round butt and basketball-sized breasts distracted Sam at first, enough so to completely miss the fact that there was a giant cock bobbing up and down beneath her.

As the pair were approaching where Sam was sitting by the walkway, an identical duo was heading towards them from the opposite direction. They were of Asian descent, and their age-roles were switched. The somewhat elderly bald man was dressed in a professional business suit he walked his pet, who looked to be a skinny young woman in her mid-twenties. He had a leash in one hand and was engrossed in the cell phone in his other hand as they walked. His pet wasn't as well-endowed as her African American counterpart, but her small breasts were perky and her tight round ass swayed from side to side with much more energy and enthusiasm than the other pet. Also, she didn't have a dick, Sam noted as he observed them.

When the two crossed paths, neither of the men bothered to make eye contact, but their naked pets certainly did.

They paused for the briefest of moments, then excitedly rushed forward towards each other, which was right in front of Sam's bench. They clumsily sniffed at each other's faces, and then their noses explored further down their necks, their shoulders, the sides of their slender figures, all the way down to each other's squeaky-clean asses. They walked in circles trying their best to get the other's scent as their owners continued walking, tugging on their pet's collars once they began to lag behind. The pets reluctantly pulled away and frowned, but were almost instantly back to smiling and wiggling their butts as they continued on with their owners.

"Yep." Sam said after the pairs walked off, then let out a weary sigh before gazing down at her big breasts and pink top. "You win, Josh. I give up."

Sam's hands slowly made their way to the waistband of her yoga pants and lifted up slightly so that she could slide out of them. After her big angry dick flopped out to freedom in front of her she balled up her bottoms and aimlessly threw them behind her. She put an arm up along the back of the bench and spread her legs before her free hand reached for her cock. It was so thick that she couldn't get her index and thumb to connect around it, and the smallness of her girly hands made the thing look even bigger as she gazed at it in shameful wonder.

A few seconds later, it was obvious that Sam had given in to the insanity that surrounded her. One hand was pumping away at her steely foot-long rod while the other began to explore the plush squishiness of her perfectly-round tits, ashamed to admit to herself how fucking good it felt to let go and submit to what her new body desired. The fact that she was openly pleasuring herself didn't bother her either, and was actually adding to the growing rush of excitement and pleasure flowing through her intimates.

Seconds away from a much-needed and uber-strong orgasm, Sam was interrupted by a hand touching her shoulder and a kind voice speaking from behind.

"Hello, miss?"

She jumped in surprise and her very active hands ceased all movement, and she then turned around with a red face and a hateful frown.

"What?!"