Let's see how Sarah's day went

As Sarah walked into her workplace, a trendy clothing boutique in downtown Manhattan, she felt a strange sense of anticipation coursing through her body. Her skin tingled and burned with a constant, low-level arousal that left her panties damp and clinging to her newly swollen pussy.

She knew the changes were all thanks to John—to the five Liberate pills he had convinced her to take in the supply closet at his office just yesterday. And while she couldn't deny how amazing it felt to have a body like this, Sarah was also acutely aware of the challenges that came with it.

As she greeted customers and helped them find outfits that suited their style and figure, Sarah found herself struggling to maintain her professional demeanor. The pheromones she was now emitting seemed to have an effect on everyone who came near—both men and women alike were drawn to her like moths to a flame, their eyes roaming hungrily over her enhanced curves and fuller lips.

Her first encounter of the day came when a beautiful young woman walked into the store looking for a new dress for an upcoming date. Sarah found herself drawn to the customer's lean physique and confident air—something about them just screamed "sex appeal". As she helped the woman pick out various options, Sarah felt her own arousal growing stronger by the minute as their bodies brushed against each other in the confined space of the dressing room.

"You look stunning," Sarah murmured as the customer stepped out in a slinky black dress that hugged every curve of her body like a second skin. "That color really brings out your eyes."

The compliment seemed to break down any remaining barriers between them, and before Sarah knew it, they were locked in a passionate kiss—their tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths as their hands roamed over the fabric of their clothes, **** for more contact.

Sarah felt a surge of pleasure at the sensation of another woman's soft lips against her own—a feeling she had never experienced before but one that she quickly found herself craving more of. They broke apart only when they heard footsteps approaching the dressing room, both women flushed and breathing heavily as they tried to compose themselves once again.

"I'll take it," the customer said breathlessly, her eyes dark with lust as she looked at Sarah. "And I'll be back later for a private fitting."

With that, she left the store—leaving behind a trail of pheromones that lingered in the air long after she had gone. Sarah knew then that this was only just the beginning of her new reality as a Liberate-enhanced woman.

As the day wore on, Sarah found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the constant hum of desire thrumming through her veins. She caught herself rubbing against her desk chair and biting her lip in an effort to stifle the moans that threatened to escape with every passing minute.

Her second encounter came later in the afternoon when a handsome young man entered the store looking for some new jeans to impress his girlfriend. Sarah felt her pulse quicken as she approached him, her eyes roaming appreciatively over his toned physique and chiseled jawline.

"I think I can help you with that," she purred, leading him back towards the men's section of the store. "What exactly are you looking for in a pair of jeans?"

The customer smiled broadly, his eyes twinkling with flirtation as he looked her up and down. "Something to show off my best assets," he replied, letting his gaze linger on Sarah's ample cleavage before trailing lower still.

Sarah felt a wave of heat rush through her body at the blatant desire in his voice—a desire that seemed to mirror her own perfectly. As they rifled through racks of jeans, their hands brushed against each other more and more often until finally, Sarah couldn't take it anymore.

"Why don't you try these on?" she suggested huskily, pressing a pair of dark wash denim into his hands before leading him towards the dressing room once again. "I'll be right outside if you need any help."

Once inside, Sarah waited for the telltale rustle of fabric that would signal the customer undressing before slipping quietly into the room behind him. She watched with bated breath as he slipped off his pants and stepped into the jeans—the tight material molding to every curve and plane of his muscular body like a second skin.

"How do they feel?" Sarah asked, her voice barely more than a whisper as she moved closer to him, her fingers skimming over the worn denim before slipping beneath the waistband to stroke his hardening cock through his boxers.

The customer groaned in response, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as he sought more friction against Sarah's touch. "They feel good," he breathed, turning around to face her with a hungry look in his eyes. "But I think I need your help to make sure they fit just right."

Sarah needed no further encouragement—in an instant, she had dropped to her knees before him, freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear and taking it into her mouth with a moan of pure lust. The customer tangled his fingers in her hair as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, her newly enlarged breasts pressing against his thighs with every movement.

"Fuck," he gasped, thrusting his hips forward to push himself deeper into Sarah's eager mouth. "Your lips feel amazing... keep going..."

Sarah complied eagerly—worshipping his cock like it was her sole purpose in life as she sucked and licked every inch of his throbbing length. She could feel the familiar pressure building inside her own pussy as well, her panties growing even wetter with each passing second until finally, she had to pull away or risk climaxing right then and there.

"I need you inside me," she whimpered, standing up on shaky legs as she fumbled with removing her panties. "Please..."

The customer didn't need any more convincing—he spun Sarah around and bent her over the small bench in the dressing room before hiking up her skirt and plunging his cock deep inside her sopping wet pussy without warning. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate his girth as he began to thrust into her with wild abandon.

"Fuck yes," he grunted above her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pounded into her from behind. "You're so fucking tight..."

Sarah could only moan in response—the pleasure was almost too much to bear as he hit the depths within her that he could. But even as she felt herself hurtling towards yet another shattering orgasm, a sense of disappointment began to creep into the edges of her mind.

John's cock had been so massive—so incredibly thick and long that it had stretched her further than she ever thought possible. And while this customer was certainly no slouch in the size department himself, Sarah found herself craving the feeling of being utterly dominated by John's gargantuan member once again.

She tried to push those thoughts aside as best she could—focusing instead on the intense pleasure coursing through her body as the customer brought her closer and closer to climax with each powerful stroke of his cock inside her needy cunt. And when he finally reached his own peak, spilling his hot seed deep within her convulsing walls, Sarah let herself go too—crying out in ecstasy as she came harder than she ever had before in her life, discounting the time with John's massive 16 inch long and soda can girthed cock this morning.

As they both collapsed on the floor of the dressing room afterward, panting and sweating from their frantic coupling, Sarah couldn't help but wonder what other changes Liberate might bring into her life now that she was fully under its spell...