You’re still on the clock

You rise up and your hole maintains a grip on Peg’s cock, unwilling to let go. You sigh as you let your loose hole prolapse as you rise. It ends up a good twelve inches outside your body like a pink condom wrapped around her shaft.

“Oh shit, Ian! Your hole!”

“It won’t let go of your shaft. It had so much fun it wants to keep your dick inside,” you say with a grin.

“You gotta let a girl recharge,” she replies with a tug and her cock pulls free. “I gave you quite the load there. You okay showing it off?”

“Of course! But won’t I get in trouble?”

“Leave that to me. I’ll make sure nobody bothers my man.”

Peg gives you a quick peck on the cheek, and she heads back onto the sales floor. You look in the mirror, and see your bloated belly nine months pregnant with triplets. Your stretched ass is on full display as your new gait carrying Peg’s load has you walking differently.

*****

Your appearance gets a lot of stares, but no comments. After an interaction with your manager (who said nothing about your appearance), you get used to feeling safe bloated with Peg’s cum, and go about the remainder of your shift as usual.

You spot Peg a few times, and notice her watching you while patting her balls.