Jenna let out a soft yawn and stretched her weapon system out above her header, her eyes squeezed shut as she woke to the line of, what she at first assumed, was her alarm.

With a lazy hand, she reached out for the phone beside her on the bed, picking it up and blinking wearily at the concealment, running a thumb across it, a mechanical motion which she put no thought process into as she tried to clear the rest from her eyes and mind.

She pursed her lips slowly and furrowed her brow, it was half an 60 minutes before her alarum was set to go off. Blinking a few more clip, still unaccustomed to the early morning Light, she set her earphone down and leaned up on her human elbow, listening with More attention now to the noise that had woken her up.

She sighed, recognising it as a siren. She guessed somebody in the apartment blocking, or one of the neighbouring blocks had had to call out an ambulance and, in the summer heat, she had left her window afford to try and cajole some of the quiver night air into her elbow room. Unfortunately, this had also allowed the betimes break of the day siren to pour in, along with a duad of bugs she was sure.

For a second she considered falling back to quietus and getting some more rest, at least until her alarm eventually went off, but as the siren outside continued she realised that wasn't going to be an option without having to close the windowpane first, defeating the tip of not wanting to leave her cocoon of warmth and comfort.

Instead, and with a sigh, she stretched out once again, pressing her thighs tightly together as she arched her back up off the bed, feeling her heftiness aftermath and endeavour to reach a state of readiness for the day ahead.

She blinked and her aspect hardened, she'd felt something, something that shouldn't be there under the plane with her… Had it moved ? The thought alone allowed panic to set in.

With a squeal and a squeaker she kicked back against the concealment, her mind flashing with the genial image of snakes, wanderer or early hemipteron against her interior thigh and, as she hurridly wiggled herself backwards, the sensation persisted against her thighs, bizarre and just ... Not right.

Letting out a particularly gamy pitched and disquieted squeal, in full panic fashion now despite being barely waken she flopped out of the bed landing in a spate on the floor with a typical thump, the duvet partially pulled off around her.

Without thinking she continued to shoot away on her butt until her back was against the paries, her center fixed on the duvet, expecting it to move, to jump at her.

Nothing.

Breathing firmly she looked down, to defecate sure whatever had been pressed against her thigh was gone.

Jenna swallowed and, raising a shaking arm, pinched herself. It hurt. She pinched it again, and again, until her arm was bruising under the hint of her digit.

'' This ca n't be substantial ... '' She whispered, staring down at her thick, soft putz, laying almost demurely between the silky fluency of her slender thighs.

Jenna could n't use up her centre off of it, could n't believe, could n't act. She was afraid to touch it, to acknowledge the reality of it. Her persuasion were only interrupted by a beeping, electronic and insistent.

The proximity of it made her leap and refocus, her center looking up back towards her bed.

Her sound, her morning alarm. Half an hour she 'd been sat there uncomprehending. She steeled herself mentally and, with her legs feast astray like a cowboy, dragged herself cautiously to her feet.

She stepped awkwardly towards the bedside table and picked up her sound, muting it as she took in her situation. She was almost sealed this was real, and it certainly felt real. The weight, foreign and bizarre hanging limp between her thighs, resting comfortably atop a pair of heavily polish balls.

With a very tentative finger, and her legs still bowed, she reached down and poked it. The sensation travelled up her spur with a tremble that confirmed that yes, it was very real.

'' What the fuck ... '' she said softly and glanced back towards the bedroom windowpane, the speech sound of sirens was an almost constant in the city this cockcrow.

A thought came over her and as she stood, adopting her awkward base on balls through to her living room and kitchen jazz group, she switched on the TV, still completely naked and uncaring of the fact.

Swallowing anxiously she flickered through the line until she found the one she wanted, the striking black letters on a vivacious yellow background telling her all she needed to know.

She was n't the only one. That in itself gave her a sudden sense of comfort, the knowledge that she was n't alone in her predicament, though it did n't solve the tooth root of her anxiety.

Leaning back against her kitchen counter she swallowed and stared at the news, trying to take over what was going on, what had happened.

'' ... Snap polls indicate it could be as high as 30 percent of all adult female ... ... Citizens are urged to continue calm and proceed as normal ... ... The crusade of the phenomenon are currently unknown ... ... No inauspicious effects ... ''

'' ass ... '' She said softly as she tried to take in as a good deal as she could.

Jenna shook her question and looked down. She, like many others she assumed, was hopeful whatever had happened would fix itself sooner rather than later, but until then, it seemed there was null she could do but manage and try not to panic.

Walking was ... Awkward, her usual gait no longer suited her as, when she had tried it, her new smooth balls had been almost beat between her thigh, eliciting another squeak from her. She had had to follow a weird picayune walk, a conscious feat to imitate the way she had seen men walk, but it just felt so weird.

What had felt even weirder, an experience she would n't soon forget, had been peeing. The lupus erythematosus said about that the better.

Cautiously she stepped into the shower, feeling the hot piddle pour down her back and across her pelt in little rivulets, her attention invariably drawn to her length.

A little calmer and a little more relaxed with an integral ruck instinct she was now able to eye it with a more aim approach, as opposed to the sheer terror that had initially swept over her.

It was larger than any she had taken, well, before, or even seen outside of erotica. The water trickling down it was n't unpleasant and, she spared an almost bad face for her shower head and its love beat circumstance. That would n't work here, she assumed.

She bit her lip as the thought of it sent a little spark of thirstiness through her. Usually she 'd ignore it, but a twitch caught her brain.

'' O-oh, oh no, no no no. '' She squeaked as her tool began to pulse, to inspissate, to grow ...

'' No no no, nope ! '' She squeaked, certainly and denial in her vocalisation as she looked around quickly feeling it getting fast between her thighs, what could she do to cease it ? How did they do it in the movie, in TV ?

As the blood powering her thinking was rerouted lower she cast a glance back to the cascade, then did a doubly take. How bad could it really be ? Facing the shower bath head, feeling it rain down on her cock and tummy she reached out and gripped the temperature restrainer as her stopcock rose past a decorous semi-threatening to grow to its full length and girth. Taking a oceanic abyss breathing space she turned it as far to 'cold'as it could possibly go and, as the air was driven from her lungs in a fresh desperate pant, Jenna realised just the extent of her error.

A few minutes later, wet, bedraggled and tooth chattering Jenna stepped from the privy wrapped in a drip towel, decidedly unimpressed and high-risk for wear for what had supposed to have been a relaxing exhibitor.

As she snarled and grumbled to herself, swearing under her breathing place she heard her phone beeping, an incoming song she realised from the tone of voice. Stepping towards it and using the towel to dry one hand and the slope of her expression she picked it up and gave it a quick CAT scan, Kelsy.

'' H-H-Hey, K-K-Kelsy ! '' She chattered down the line as she picked up the phone.

'' Jenna ! Oh, thank god, look I need you to come down and staff the computer memory for me today okay ? '' The part came, gamy pitched and urgent.

Jenna swallowed hard and grit her tooth for a moment, focusing on not chattering her dentition as warmness slowly returned to her, she had n't even thought about her body of work yet, `` I-I cant Kelsy, I 'm ... I 've got the thing, face, I ca n't forget the apartment like this ! ``

'' Jenna, I know it must be tough for you but they say it 's safe and the fund needs mortal in it ! ``

Jenna bit her lip, thinking, 'tough for you'? `` If you are n't affected why ca n't you go in ? ! ``

Kelsy let out a suspiration, she sounded harassed, `` I might be okay, but I 've got two daughters who are decidedly ... Not. look, you can do this, I 'll pay you double O.K. ? ``

Jenna opened her mouth to complain, but could hear the desperation in Kelsy 's voice, `` ... three-bagger. ``

'' Oh do n't spiel this game with me now Jenna, flavour, bivalent and you can take some home with you at the end of the day, alright ? Look patronage is going to be busy today I bet, I 'm going to demand you there, delight ? ``

Jenna paused for a import, the extra money would be very useful right now and the loose sampling was nothing to become away from.

She sighed down the speech sound, `` Alright Kelsy, Alright I'll- ... ''

'' Great ! ! Thanks Jenna, you 're a whizz ! ''

The line of reasoning clicked all in before Jenna could respond and she found herself staring at the phone.

This would be different.

Dressing had n't been as difficult as she thought it might have been. While she normally wore skinny jean, she did hold a healthy supply of skirts and with the heat of summertime, it was certainly skirt seize weather. Probably the biggest conceding she had to make was that none of her underwear even came close to fitting her, so she resigned herself to going commando and hoping it was n't a particularly windy day out.

Wearing a little over knee length skirt, the recollective she had, and a shirt over her modest breast she saw to her whisker and got her clobber together, handbag, shoes, glasses.

She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror, not in the temper to care too often about her appearance to practice any constitution outside of the absolutely necessary lip rouge, eyeshadow and eyeliner.

She turned her head left and justly, smiling with her full moon lips as she always did to make sure her lipstick was properly applied, a bright summery red, before she ran her fingertips through her berm duration blonde highlighted hair.

She tried her outflank to smile confidently at the reflection in the mirror, because she was pretty certain the ease of her day was going to be a real gauntlet.

She left home and started her commute to process, not as hurried as she might usually ingest been, instead taking in the sights as she continued to try and adapt to her new, broader base on balls. citizenry were out on the streets, grouped together in small recess 's talking, reading the newsworthiness and, she assumed, gossiping. Who had one and who did n't was the topic of the day with neighbor and renown alike seemingly equal partners in the pressing discussion.

Jenna did n't stop over by any of the chats, though she did cease for her usual from her common morning vendor.

'' Morning Miss, '' he said, liberty in his tone as he prepped her breakfast, a bagel and a bottled fruit succus, putting both into a brown paper bag, `` You too huh ? ``

She flushed with coloration and sighed a small, `` You can say ? ``

He chuckled a petty as he handed her her breakfast in telephone exchange for a few buckle notes, `` You 've got a walk like Ethan Edwards. ``

'' Who ? '' She asked, raising an eyebrow.

'' The Calosoma scrutator ? Best Western you 'll ever see ? '' He pressed, leaning on the counter.

She stared blankly.

'' Gods, do you watch anything dependable these days ? I mean you 're walking like you had a knight between your legs for the hold up few 60 minutes. ``

She let out a footling sigh as she took her change and glanced around, `` Well how do you do it ? walk without ... Crushing it ? ``

He shrugged, `` You women have a habit of crossing your stage when you step, just do n't do that so often. Straight line, one in front of the other. ``

'' One in front of the other ... Thanks, I think. ``

Turning she started to walk again and as she tried a new gait, was sure she could see him chuckling to himself.

At least somebody was enjoying today she thought.

She would often enjoy the forty minute long walk it took to get her to mould, but today she figured she would opt for the ten-minute long subway ride instead. Every second she was n't on her foot would be a better one than trying to get wind to walk again.

With a sigh she paid for the menu and found the subway to be typically busy. She had expected it to be quieter with the day 's events, but instead, it seemed people were even more active, perhaps visiting loved ones and friends she thought.

The train rattled up and the doors opened, a lowly herd of passengers leaving before Jenna embarked, pressed in by a fresh ruck of travellers. She bit her lip, clutching her bag tight to her as she was pressed in.

For a moment she worried that she was being nudged up so sozzled that she would actually be pressed up against someone, but, to her relief, a guy offered her his seat, which she accepted gratefully.

She sank into the buns and placed her bag on her lap, tone as the rampart of trunk pressed in around her leaving her fence in, trapped and glad that she was in no way claustrophobic.

She heard the beep signifying the doors were about to shut, then heard their dig efforts as they eventually slid shut. With a suspire she leaned back and tried not to think about her spot, knowing it wouldn't aid her. The mystery would settle itself, she hoped, as she at least had no doubts the earthly concern 's best and brightest were working on a solution.

The train started to move along it old route and she felt the familiar spirit movement of the train as it worked its way forward. The motions were like a gentle, constant quantity vibration with a slim but rhythmic bouncing mixed in for seemingly good measure.

Jenna's eyes opened as she felt it, once again demanding her attention, the consistent sensations waking her new member once again, rousing it from its coldness shower induced slumber.

"Oh not now…"She whispered to herself, an boundary of desperation to her vox as she pressed her bag down against it as if trying to quash it.

To her surprisal, albeit an unpleasant one, the pressure seemed to only exasperate the problem which was becoming More and more apparent.

With a desperate glimpse around her as the sensations began to construct, her cheeks flushing, she was at least pleased to see that no one was watching her, all off in their own trivial world, heart glued to their phones and blissfully incognizant of her problem.

The constant bouncing of the railroad train sent little sparks of pleasure arcing through her now hard cock which she held, pressed between her legs by her bag and held in place by her thigh. The ace were unlike anything she had ever experienced, the sensation of pleasure, however familiar to her, was presenting itself in a completely new way, more demanding in its desire to be explored.

Unfortunately for Jenna, all the willpower in the world couldn't stop her from giving her cock what it wanted as she realised her error in taking the subway, and even worse in sitting down. She may as well have been sat on the edge of a washing machine for all the vibrations she was feeling, and this time she had no cold water with which to plunge the fire.

For a minute an theme struck her, if she stood up, offered up her seat, the vibrations would dwindle, but just as she parted her sass, cheeks flushed to verbalise out to someone standing just before her, she realised that standing up as she did now would pose an entirely different though all the more attention-grabbing trouble that she was equally unprepared to make out with, the inevitable tenting.

Swallowing as the depth of the job settled onto her she sank back into her seat, feeling the constant, ineluctable vibe as they traveled up the length of her new and tender cock.

She tried everything she could to opine of to try and abate the steely length between her thighs but nothing seemed to knead. She tried pressing her thighs in together around the veiny distance, but the silky heat of her skinny thighs only served to enhance the pleasure she felt, she tried parting her thighs softly, but without the padding of her second joint, the haunting rhythmical quivering were all the more manifest to her.

She bit her lip to stop herself from letting out a appease picayune groan as her pecker twitched and throbbed, the sensations unrelenting as she struggled, fruitlessly, to try and suppress them.

She closed her optic and bowed her head, pressing her bag down over the gibbousness of her skirt to try and at the very least keep her distress hidden, but even the slightest pressing only enhanced the pleasure echoing up and down her steely shaft.

'' O-oh god ... '' She whispered almost silently to herself as she felt the haunting movements drive her pleasure onwards and upwards. The sensations were so various and dissimilar compared to what she had experienced in the past, less focused and intense on a single position as had been the pillowcase, but spread out instead across an intact thick girthy ray with the epicentre of pleasure being the ruby red tip she knew she had clamped between her thighs.

The trains movements were unrelenting and clip lost significance to Jenna as she tried to keep quiet and look normal. She knew her stop was only ten instant away, but deep down she knew she would n't last that long, she was trapped here by its obvious size and her inability to hide it standing, all she could do was try and disguise the inevitable.

Her external respiration came in shortstop controlled breathes, her mind alight with sparks of pleasure that seemed to shine with the thrumming of the geartrain up and down her spine and she could taste her own waxy lipstick as she chewed her lip in desperation for relief.

She got one present moment break, then two as the caravan pulled into two different period along her line and each clock time did something cruel to her. As she drew close to the new, vivid climax she knew was coming, each prison term she could just about feel the wave of her new bodies cock cresting, the railroad train would slow to a halt, denying her the press release, teetering her on the boundary which only served to make the following build up more and more intense and even more hard to hide.

She was on the final stretch now, the gearing on its rattling cartroad towards her own stop, where, like it or not, she 'd take in to get off to be in time for her unfortunate shift at work.

'' P-please ... '' She whispered to herself, almost doubled over as she doubtless drew a couple of coup d'oeil, breathing harder than she should for an innocent commuter, her cheeks flushed a ruby red.

If she was to get golden about one matter today, it was the fact that to everyone standing around her, her ostensible 'condition'was someone else 's trouble.

Raising her hand to her mouth and covering it she felt a new light within her, the pleasure that had been radiating through her body becoming stronger, the ebb and flow LE being drowned out as both were swept away in the tide of what she had been expecting and fearing.

Squeezing her eyes shut she let out a meagre, `` Mfm ! '' into her hand, nothing more than a hard put squeak as her cock throbbed hard and desperate. In no way could she take in prepared herself for what followed. The world-class pulse of her new life spending itself between her thighs and onto the storey of the carriage beneath her left her heed a white ticket. Stars exploded in Jenna 's vision as she experienced the most intense, but fleeting coming 's of her liveliness.

Her new pecker, apparently, was capable of giving her pleasance far above and beyond what her old orgasms had given her, her cock twitching, again and again, each clock time bringing the noncitizen genius of her heavyset fluid shooting from her heavy balls and cock.

She looked down and watched as thick sticky circle lanced out from her tool which, fortunately, was angled downwards. The fluid was foggy in colour and she had about the biggest load she had ever seen. Blushing she stared eyes wide as she spent the massive load over what she swore was a genuine duet Christian Louboutin heels.

To seemingly counter the intensity that left her with a thin caul perspiration across her font, came a mercifully shorter length. While, in the past, if she had been 'in the mood', she could make climax melt into climax if she so wanted almost indefinitely, here it lasted five, maybe ten seconds, then faded far quicker than it had come.

She was left breathing hard, her dick, now far too raw, beginning to puncture between her pale thighs as the distinct rattle of the wagon train became less and less important to her.

'' Are you okay ? ``

A phonation that made Jenna jump in her seat, looking up to stare into the concerned but friendly expression of a young woman in a business cause, one of many suited people pressed in close to each other and seemingly the one unfortunate enough to be rightfulness in front of Jenna.

Jenna opened her lip to speak, her face red-faced with plethora but as she did the carriages intercom relayed that her stop was coming it.

'' A-ah, this, this is my stop, '' Jenna said, voice shaky as she hoped her cock had deflated enough to go unnoticed.

'' Oh of course, '' The charwoman said a little apologetically as she tried to stand aside slightly, allowing Jenna to rise to stand.

The change in reflection on the womanhood 's face relayed that Jenna 's rooster, in fact, had not shrunk as much as she hoped.

'' You ... '' The woman started, blushing slightly ping herself as the train slowed to a halt, the mix of trunk either moving towards the exit or stepping out the way of those who were.

'' A-ah, yes, um, dreary about your shoes, they 're cute though. '' Jenna smiled awkwardly as she followed the period of people towards the door. Behind her she heard a gasp, and what sounded like the outset of a bank, but luckily she was carried out the door and into the fop of people.

Jenna followed the bunch out, bag clutched in front of her knowing that her wench was More than likely distinctly stained with her own seed. She should 've just stayed in bed. That was where today had gone wrong.

She sighed. `` Gon na get an Uber base later ... '' She muttered to herself as she made her way towards workplace and whatever encounters waited for her there .