Linger on Erica

You pause pushing the conversation change further, to see what's on Erica's mind. You have a suspicion about what it could be, so you give her a knowing smirk. God, your dick is beginning to harden, causing your panties and leggings to stretch to give space.

"I think I want to do some bad stuff first," Erica says after a moment, putting the gun on a table and moving up to you, pressing her thigh against your crotch and her breasts against your chest as she gropes your butt, kissing you long and deep as you reciprocate. Oh god, you love it when people grab your ass. Makes you want to get fucked like an animal.

Still, your inner voice wants some control. "You want some fun? You're a dirty, sleazy punk, aren't your?" you say as you part lips for a moment. "**** for some cock?" you say as you take her hand and slide it down into your leggings to grab your dick.

She glances down and squeezes your hardening dick before looking back into your eyes. "I can't help it, it's what Erica does," she mutters as she begins pulling down your leggings. Did she just get a layer of smudged dark eye shadow out of nowhere? "And she's hungry for some shemale dick right now," she says as she gets on her knees and begins sucking you off.

Shemale? That's not you though, you think and look down to correct her, but you notice that her hair style has changed completely, and tattoos are beginning to crawl even more across her skin. What the hell, is she changing in front of you? "Uh, sure. Erica. Suck my big girl-cock," you say as you let her work your average shaft.

You now see her clothing are becoming more slutty as well. where she previously had pants and a button-up shirt, she now has a black and white striped strap top and denim micro shorts.

Suddenly, even with a pair of increasingly scantily clad lips around your dick, you notice your top's neckline is beginning to slide down your chest. Electric tingling from your nipples signal what's next as you see your pencil eraser nipples suddenly perk out and grow up to three quarters of an inch in width and height. Then the areolas push up behind them into small peaks, right before plump flesh begins to fill in behind them, quickly growing into two A-cup tits. You groan as you rub and tweak one of the nipples.

"You're really good at sucking huge shemale cock," you mutter as you put one hand behind Erica's head and help her keep the rhythm, curious if anything will happen. And sure enough, within a few moments, you feel your dick grow bigger, up to about a massive ten inches, and Erica seems to get better and better at sucking you off. She even has gotten a short crop side cut haircut now, and her micro shorts have fallen to the floor and turned into some polished leather leggings.

You pull her slowly off your dick and look down at her from over your now C-cup tits. "Give me your tight pussy to fuck," you tell her. She quickly complies by bouncing up into a sofa and spreading her legs. You move in and slide your impressive dick into her increasingly tight pussy, causing you both to gasp with pleasure.

"Wow, that was... something," Erica sighs a minute after you both climax, recuperating on her sofa. She's on her way back up, wiping her cream pied pussy dry enough to put her thong back on, licking the remains off her fingers.

As she pulls her leather leggings back on, she gives you a look as you stuff your impressive member back down into your underwear. There's a pocket there for your dick and balls, but you no longer make any attempts at tucking it between your legs, sliding your dick up along the crease between your thigh and hip inside your panties.

"God, you're a piece of work," Erica sighs as she clacks over to you on her heels and gives your dick an approving pat, your tits brushing up against each other.

"Well, you're a piece of work as well," you smile as you adjust a bra strap of your own. Huh, you didn't notice that earlier on. You guess you're a bit more dominant now, even if you have gained tits in the process. "It seems people can change when they get horny. Tell me a little about yourself, Erica."

Erica nods at your observation before replying, apparently understanding what you're looking for. "I'm Erica the apartment janitor slash prostitute. I keep the apartment running and I sell my holes for fun and profit. What about you, Jamie."

"I'm Jamie the dick-girl, I'm an engineer by trade who like fucking girls, getting fucked by boys, and looking cute," you say and give your chest a jiggle.

"Are those natural?" Erica asks and points at your tits.

"Yes, I was born this way, it's a genetic disorder that turns me into a girl with a huge dick," you explain and note your backstory has changed.

"Weird," Erica notes and you nod in agreement.

"Yeah, speaking of which. I think we've learned a few things. People can be changed when they fuck. When I said you were a dirty sleazy punk, you sort of turned into one."

"I have been that way fore- whatever. And you grew tits when I said you were a shemale, so I guess you're right," she says as she finds a suiting leather jacket and puts it on. "Either way, I'm pretty sure we should lock off the front gates and put up a sign for people inside not to go outside," she says as she pulls out some tacks, big sheets of white cardboard and a marker. "I think we need to check up on everyone that are home."

"I heard that middle-aged couple in 4A getting it on a while back," you say, letting a look of apprehension go over you. "Uh-oh, they probably have been changed too."

"Luckily, there's quite a few who are away on weekends in this place, so I think there's just about a dozen people at home." Erica says as she ushers you and herself out of her apartment and towards the workshop. It now apparently has a leather sofa in it that she sometimes uses to get laid or fuck herself with some of the dozen dildos hanging in increasing size and absurdity along a wall. But it still has a pile of thick wooden boards that she gets your help piling onto a small pull cart before you move towards the entrance.

"Let's just hope the rest are doing okay," you mutter as you put a toolbox with nails and hammers onto the cart and Erica puts down a small battery driven circle saw on the pile of wood. "Should I help you out or should I start knocking on doors? We know 4A's home, but who else might be home?"