“I’ve never been this forward with a guy, never just come up to his room.”
“Well you just needed to pee.” He laughed. My entire body was surrounded. “I really need to pee.” I paused. I settled on that. I altered a few things with each selection, playing mostly, making my butt bigger, my clit extra large and protruding, made me taller and made my face more defined, generally not believing that anything would come of it. When I exited, I noticed the difference instantly. I grabbed a bra without thinking, and pulled it around to latch it. When they finally touched me, they retracted completely, and the voice returned. He began pounding into me. I let her pull my jogging pants down and she dove onto my thong. When the sun came up, my eyes opened to a disaster of a room and the fuzzy memory that comes with a bad dream, but as I moved to get up, I realized that it had all been real. I noticed that the small of my back didn’t touch the bed, my massive chest pulled to the side and flattened
