So later then (fixed)

The rest of the day was hard. Going back into the office, people definitely noticed the shape of something oversized stuffed down one of your trouser legs. But luckily no one said anything as you got back to the safety of your desk.

Your phone pings and you see a message from Olive "so how big is it?" A glance across at her confirms she's sat looking at her phone waiting for a reply "I've not measured it yet. But it's definitely a lot bigger" you send. Barely a moment goes by before another one comes through "maybe we should measure. After all you should keep track of what's happening to you"

With a grin you carry on with your work, trying to ignore the straining of fabric under the desk. You hear and see several of your female colleagues whispering and looking in your direction as you do.

Mercifully the end of the work day approaches and you see another message pop up. "So can I come and hang out with you after work?" You reply with an obvious yes and shuffle out of building with your bag doing it's best to prevent prying eyes.

The drive back is quick and you notice Olive tailing you as you get back home. Stepping inside you turn to kiss her, but she places a firm hand on your chest. You loom over her and look deeply into her eyes. "Listen big guy. I'm here to help as a friend. So it doesn't matter how big you are, you need to keep it calm" she says breathlessly trying to avoid the growing bulge in your pants.

You try to calm your breathing and your heart as the desire to breed this perfect woman is overwhelming. Her petite frame pinned against the wall, her blushed cheeks and intense eye contact was driving you mad.

But you respected her as your friend and you calmed down. Tearing yourself back away. "So, what do we do now?" You grumble, slightly grumpy from the denial, even if you did as she asked.

"I say this as a friend, but I feel like I need to see how drastic this change is. For medical reasons obviously" she grins slyly, her cheeks still blushing and it's once again obvious that she's not wearing a bra.

If she insisted. You start to undress, intentionally teasing her by going slow as you have to peel the shirt off your engorged chest, your swollen muscles prominent.

Olives eyes track your every movement as your shirt comes off, taking in your defined figure and distinct lack of fat. "You looked good before but this is. Um. Wow." She trails off.

"So what's your professional opinion doc?" You mock her with a smirk, posing and flexing for her. "Har, har. I see your personality hasn't grown." She says, rolling her eyes. "But this isn't normal. Should you maybe see a doctor?"

"What are they going to do? I could get locked up in a government facility!" You say half joking, half realising that's a possibility.

She puts her hand on her hip and looks hard at you for a moment. "Yeah, true. Plus the muscles can be explained by a lot of exercise. But that..." She gestures to your crotch trailing off. "Is it real or are you fucking with me?"

Well. The only thing you can do to that is to prove it's real.