"Are you alright Bree? You seem kinda distracted today."
Bree looked up from her computer and saw her coworker Alan looking at her from over their shared cubical wall. She tried to downplay her nervous expression and said she was probably just coming down with a cold. But the entire time she could only think of the dull throb that reminded her of the developments in her pants.
As much as she wanted to stay home and deal with her new assets, Bree needed to work. What good would being homeless and some kind of sideshow freak do her? So she dressed in the loosest fitting clothing she had, that was also work appropriate and left. It wasn't until she'd started driving that she realized this was going to be a lot more difficult than she'd anticipated.
Just shifting her legs caused pangs of pleasure to radiate from her crotch. No accustomed to the sensitive member she now sported between her legs, Fitting it into her panties had been enough of a challenge. The satin fabric felt far too good on her cock. Her balls, though small, kept popping out of the crotch of her panties, making odd bulges in the seat of her pants. And if someone didn't notice that, they'd notice the bump above her belt, at the base of her spine. A two inch tail that, like her balls, would wiggle free and pop out as if to remind Bree she wasn't entirely human anymore.
"Are you sure it's nothing? You could probably take off if you wanted. Place is dead, who calls customer service for a printing company on the weekend, at midnight?" Alan remarked.
"Ya, but I need the hours and I'd rather be here when it's dead than when it's busy." Bree sighed.
"Is it ever busy?" Alan joked. The office was always dead, even more so on the weekends. Few people ever called in, but company policy, 24/7 customer service, meant someone had to be here to man the phones.
Normally Bree would laugh back, but she wasn't in the mood today. In fact if this was any other day, she would have been happy Alan was paying her so much attention. They'd been working together for the better part of a year, and she'd always thought he was nice. Certainly no Zac Efron, but he had that sort of boy next door cute look. And unlike some of the other guys in the office, he wasn't a total idiot jock.
"Well, you need anything you know where to find me." Alan said, before sliding back into his seat.
Bree sighed as his blonde hair disappeared from view. She really did want to continue the conversation, but she had a new problem to deal with. Getting up, Bree found herself wandering back and forth trying to make up her mind. She'd been sweating bullets on the drive to work. She'd had at least four cups of coffee since coming into work. It was the night shift, she didn't want to risk falling asleep on the job, though again it was dead quiet so there was little point in staying awake.
Still, Bree had done her best to stay awake, drinking half a pot of coffee. And that meant she had to go to the bathroom like crazy. Which lead to her most recent dilemma. Coworkers began to give her odd stares as they passed Bree, who was still pacing in front of the bathroom. Bree tried to pretend she thought it had been occupied, and eventually went in. She locked the bathroom door and lowered her pants. Angrily glaring at the bulge in her panties, Bree wrestled with her choices. Try to pee sitting down, or use this thing like a fucking hose and spray it in like any other guy would.
"Ugh, here goes nothing." Bree grumbled to herself. Her penis too small to just pull free, Bree lowered her panties and stood an inch from the bowl. Pointing her shaft down, she patiently waited until her bladder finally let go. A healthy stream shot into the bowl, and Bree sighed. This wasn't as bad as she'd thought. It made her wonder why guys always missed when they could literally aim into the toilet.
"Maybe some good did come of this mess." Bree thought as she took a bit of tissue to wipe off her cock. A mistake, as the second she touched the sensitive head her legs quivered. She quickly removed her hand, but the damage was done. Bast's magic started working its way through her once more, enticing Bree to touch herself again.
"No, not here. Not now. For fuck's sake Alan is out there. I'm not about to play with myself in the bathroom like some pervert." Bree angrily muttered. She grabbed her cock and tried to stuff it back into her panties. But the strong grip around the semi-hard shaft just made matters worse. It felt so good, a tight embrace on her growth, like someone was hugging it. Tightly wrapped around its length, it felt so much better than Bree would care to admit.
Before she knew it, her hand was slowly moving up and down her shaft, which was slowly growing as she did. What started at three inches doubled in size. By the time Bree felt her orgasm crest, her cock was at least six inches long, and her balls now swollen to the size of golf balls. With her hand wrapped around it, Bree couldn't see that her cock was slowly changing color, indicating its shift from a normal human dick to a much more animalistic thing. More black splotches appeared, and the once soft skin became thicker, almost harder. Only a few patches of pink were left.
One hand still stroking her cock, another hand had traveled under her blouse and bra to her again growing breasts. The clasp on her bra was nearly at its limit, and her breasts didn't seem like they would stop growing any time soon.
Still standing in front of the toilet, Bree was fortunately enough that her load was shot into the bowl as well. Biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud, Bree drew blood as she came. Her entire body clenched and them released in harmony as cum shot out of her cock for the first time. Bree revealed in the sensation of her first male orgasm, pinching her nipples and biting her lip harder and harder as she fought the urge to release a whorish moan.
When she was done, Bree took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. She knew what she did was wrong, but at the time it felt so good. What harm could one more little orgasm do...?
"Oh fuck me." Bree hissed, realizing that her orgasm had done a LOT of damage. It was hard enough trying to fit her junk into her feminine underwear. Now she had to stuff her six inch, almost completely black, wang and two golf balls in. In fact she could hardly see the growth they'd gone through, as her breasts seemed to have gained at least two cup sizes. They were spilling out of her bra, which was completely useless at this point. Undoing the clasp, Bree breathed in relief as she hadn't realized it was cutting into her back as much as it had been. Her breasts bounced free, exemplifying just how big they'd gotten.
"Anything else I should know about?" Bree thought, approaching the mirror to look at her reflection. Thankfully, it didn't look like her horns had gotten any bigger, nor had the stub that would be her tail if she kept transforming. Her hair did look a shade redder, and her eyes looked more green than hazel.
"Hey Bree you ok? You've been in there a while." Alan's voice came from the other side of the door and Bree jumped in surprise. Gravity playing cruel tricks on her body, the jostling reignited pleasure as her cock and balls and breasts bounced.
"Uh ya, I think so. Um, can you do me a favor and grab my jacket and bag from my desk. I think I am going to head out after all." Bree said, trying to calm herself before she started changing again.
"Ya sure. Hang on."
Bree waited until she was sure Alan was gone to try and deal with her new problems. Her nipples were hard and her cock kept twitching as if an incessant child begging for attention.
"No, no, no! I'm in control of my body and I'm giving you any more attention." Bree said. This time gently pulling her panties back up over her junk to avoid arousing herself any more than she already was. Flushing the toilet, and washing her hands, Bree then tried to fit her breasts into her blouse better. But given the rapid growth they'd gone through, it was pointless. The shirt was now two sizes too small to contain her ample cleavage. Her discarded bra wouldn't serve any purpose, but Bree couldn't leave it here. So she refastened it under her massive jugs. Slightly uncomfortable, but she didn't want anyone to see her walk out of the bathroom carrying her bra.
"Hey Bree, you're, uh, gonna have to open the door if you want me to give you your jacket." Alan said.
