She does not give home a second glance... yet.

"Finally, made it," I sighed.

Relief washed over me as I walked through the entrance of the main building of my mother's company. As I entered the hallway that led to my mother's office, I felt very constricted by the tightness of my pants. I shifted my trousers and walked oddly in an attempt to cover my newly developed prominent bulge whose outline ended just above my knee. The large shape made by my cock's new **** girth made any attempts at deception extremely hard for me.

I walked over to the receptionist and flashed my ID. "Is my mother in?"

"Mr. Hart," the new young pretty blonde said as she read my idea. She then turned up her eyes and smiled sheepishly at me. "Yes, she and Mia are currently going over the latest personnel files."

"Thanks... Rachel," I said, taking the time to read her nametag. I could tell she was Shotacon. In my state of heightened arousal, I wanted to make a good impression in case an opportunity arose later.

I gave the young woman a knowing smile that made her blush before making my way to my mother's office. As I stood in front of the door, I prepared myself mentally for what was about to transpire.

"I'm not a failure anymore," I whispered. "Once I show mother my new-found virility, she will have to acknowledge my genius."

I opened the door and marched in with confidence.

"Greg shouldn't you be working on fixing your dissertation?" My mother asked without looking up from the papers she and her secretary Mia were going over before I had halfway crossed the room.

I stopped suddenly, unsure of myself.