Sasha head to the office

Sasha decided, why should Mark have all the fun? Heading up to her bedroom she began to look through her wardrobe for something to wear. This was laughable as her old clothes would not fit one of her now gargantuan thighs, let alone cover her with any amount of modesty. Grinning, Sasha decides, who needs to cover up? Not like anyone can stop her! Sasha then stepped out her front door onto her porch. She was now wearing a pair of black heels to go with her black underwear. The lady across the street happened to be looking out of her window in the direction of Sasha's house when she stepped out. Seeing the impossibly large woman was a shock to her. And for her to be outside indecently! She decided she would go speak to her neighbor about it, but as she made it to her front door and opened it, the woman was gone! Feeling like she must have imagined it, she figured she would still speak to her neighbors and remind them that they must be decently dressed in the neighborhood.

Meanwhile Sasha arrived outside Mark's office. She could hear the secretary moaning and groaning about how big and strong Mark was, and how he filled her like no other man could. That was when Sasha burst into the room. Swinging the double doors wide open caused Mark to fumble and slip and fall as he tried to get dressed again. "Who are you? You can't just barge in here like that! I'll have to get security to get you out of here!" Mark shouted. He picked up the phone but the line seemed dead. Sasha just wagged her finger no. "Tsk tsk tsk. You never seemed to realize when you weren't in control of the situation." Sasha bent over to reveal her face to Mark. His eyes went wide with fear as he realized, this behemoth of a woman was his wife!

"Sasha!?! Is that you? What the hell happened to you? How the hell did you become... this?" He said as he gestured to her body. It was only then that he realized she had a bulge in her panties. One very similar to the one he sported in his pants, only much, much larger! "What the hell do you have stuffed in your underwear!?! And why!?!" Mark asked. He thought whatever game Sasha was playing was laughable. There was some sort of trick going on here and when he figured out what it was he planned to make sure Sasha understood never to do it again.

Sasha on the other hand had other plans. Mark's secretary Jill had been watching the entire spat between the lovers, frozen in place. She didn't know that when Sasha entered the room she froze her bent over the table. "Now Mark, we can either go home and settle this there, or we can settle this here. Just know, wherever you choose to settle it is the last choice you're going to make without my expressed approval." Sasha said with a grin.