Marge Walks In

Marge pushed on the door and it swung open revealing a warmly lit interior. She could smell the wood from an open fire mingling with the smells of **** from behind the bar. She stepped inside. The bar seemed empty at first, but then she realized there were several dimly lit figures sat in booths lining the wall. Although the lighting was clear, something kept the booths shadowy. A movement behind the bar drew her attention & she saw a man stood watching her. The man was huge - six foot seven with skin that was either heavily tanned or betraying a middle eastern background. Marge could clearly see he was well-muscled as he was wearing a black leather waistcoat that hung open. His legs were snugged into tight black leather trousers and Marge wondered what kind of bar this was.

She stepped forward to the bar.

Nervously, Marge got the bartender's attention. He walked towards her slowly. She gulped audibly as she steeled herself for the first interaction with the imposing man.

"What can I get you darlin'?"

""Wh-what have you got that is not too strong?"

The big man grins at her. It is not a grin of humor. It does not reach his eyes. Instead it is more of a predatory grin; one of great evil, or perhaps it was just that he could see that Marge was nervous. Whatever the reason for the disturbing look on his face, the barkeep scared her just a bit. He slowly reached under the bar and pulls out a beer. Sliding it across the bar surface to her, he walked slowly away to attend to other customers. Marge took the beer tentatively and looked at it cautiously. She didn't recognize the label. She couldn't even read the label. Deciding she didn't want to piss off the VERY large bartender, Marge started to drink the beer. It had a bit of a bitter aftertaste. After a few moments, though, she found was beginning to like the aftertaste. Halfway through the beer, Marge felt that her jeans were getting a bit tight, especially around the crotch. The waist wasn't exactly fitting either, but it was far more uncomfortable in the crotch.

Marge reached down with one hand and scratched at her balls as she continued to drink the beer with the other hand.

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Marge spit her mouthful of beer across the bar as she realized what she had just done...and where. Setting the beer down with a shaking hand, she backed away from the bar slowly. She began moving towards the rest room. Halfway there, she broke into a sprint then she ran full tilt into the restroom. Once inside, she slammed the door and dropped her pants and panties. Looking down, Marge saw what couldn't possibly be true. She...or is that he?...had a huge erect cock. Marge...Mark was a bit surprised that he couldn't quite remember when his cock had ever been erect or even when he had grown a cock. Pulling off the blouse, Mark looked in the mirror and saw that hir breasts were still there. Lifting hir balls, Marg saw that shi still had hir pussy. While distracted by hir examination, shi failed to hear the restroom door open. Shi also didn't hear the dark figure approach hir from behind.