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Chapter 5 by goblinlover goblinlover

Do I send my dick pic?

Block the group

My heart hammers as I imagine what it must feel like to have Cherry's cock pillows aroun-

I quickly back out of the group before adding everyone to my ignore list as I stand up finding myself wobbly. What the fuck is going on. What the fuck did I watch. Why the fuck was I about to sen a dick pic to most of the people in my contacts. I make my way to the coffee maker and start to make a pot as I sit. I swear ever so distantly I can hear moans coming from outside and... maybe even inside. I manage to stop myself from once again pulling my cock out before rummaging through my desk and thankfully finding a set of headphones that I use to put music on to drown out to distant sounds of sex.

I pace back and forth thinking about what to do but in the end decide to check some of the government websites. It seems what ever happened it started in Europe and spread both east and west but no one knows what it is. I feel a small bit of relief as they announce they will be releasing a list of evacuation centers in a couple of hours.

I immediately regret going onto social media as I'm inundated with videos of people being changed or just simply tit and cock pics. But I manage to find my local city's website that lists "shelters" divided into men and women and assuring anyone that tries to enter the wrong facility will be prosecuted with the full extent of the law.

I spend the rest of the time taking stock and examining my changes. Fortunately it doesn't seem like I've changed much other than my cock which now is slightly more girthy, I can still easily fit it in my hand but not as well before. I seem to have gained maybe an inch or two in height and while overall my body looks the same I can see my ab and peck muscles a bit more, though I'm not going to be mistaken for a gymbro.

It's around 3 when suddenly my wifi seems to stop working as I walk over to find it blinking. Maybe... Maybe things are getting worse or maybe I should go and see if something happened to the Ethernet box in the basement or....maybe I should start to head to one of the evacuation or shelter locations I've found online.

I fidget back and forth for a while getting my things together only to stop until I find some of my exes clothes while rummaging through my laundry. The thought of Cherry comes to mind as I try to picture her on my cock. No... Maybe I should go check on my Ex. Her apartment was older and had better security and has 2 bedrooms, though she did have a roommate that was about to move out when we split.

While pondering where to go end I finish with inventory finding that all my previous clothes are now a bit of ill fitting with the exception of some particularly old pants that once were more baggy now sit on me more comfortably, unfortunately my choice of shirts is only one my jack ass former friend left behind one of the times he and Mary were fucking behind my back.

Luckily it seems like I have enough food to last for the week, but.... I quickly squash the thought of "Who am I going to fuck?"

What do I decide to do?

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