Chapter 46
by 
Drakavius
What Do They Do?
They Finish Their Game
Alex was panicking. Somehow his uniform no longer fit.
His raging erection hungered for touch, affection, use.
He shook his head as he tried to sneak about the hall. His mind was hazy on what had transpired. He remembered it all, but just couldn't believe it was him or that it just happened.
Or how much he wanted more.
Then there was what had happened to his body. His feet no longer fit his size 10 shoes. His pants no longer were long enough, or wide enough for his toned legs. And his shirt and jacket? Well they barely spanned his newly broadened shoulders.
He paused for a moment, massaging the head of his cock thinking about how he was stopped just as he was about to dip it into the glistening pussy of… What did they say her name was? Demi?
It didn't matter, his mind thought about her being laid back, the black girl and other latina on each of her breasts, both fingering her together.
Alex shook his head, how could he be such a depraved craven beast? He was better than that.
Despite skulking in hotel hallways naked. Like some sort of perv who would let random women try to suck him off.
Sneaking off to the service elevators Alex hoped to be able to call Eric for help. If not it would be a daunting affair sneaking to the uniform room.
Christy meanwhile had the girls all decking themselves out in the corrupted dresses she conjured up. They each thought they were garments that Christy happened to have, demo to try for photoshoots etc. Or so she told them.
Truth be told they were what was left of each girls dress having been corrupted.
All the while the models laughed loudly, having declared a draw on making the bell hop cum. Some of them were already talking about a new challenge. As they eagerly shuffled into the elevator, to head to the bar.
