Steven look at himself. Pouring over every single curve. What the hell happened to me. I'M HOT!
Steven put his hand down to his crotch and found that his pussy was so sensitive and as he stroked his nipples got hard and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Steven needed to find someone NOW.
As he walked down the street in some daisy dukes he made from a pair of his jeans and an overly tight wife beater that tied under his voluptuous breasts. Mental not get a bra.
As he walked down the street he was getting all sorts of looks, cat calls and leers.
When he stopped off at a construction site and saw all sorts of sweaty men standing there.
Arching his back he beckoned some to the fence and he was quickly invited in to the inner sanctum of the construction workers hidden lounge.
Soon he was laid back on a table legs up and the first man penetrated his new sex.
One after the other each and every man from the hundred man crew fucked the shit out of Steven.
It was when the foreman a 600 pound hairy 30 year old man came in that all the fun ended. Well it ended for the men. But Steven had a few more rides to go with the foreman.
Steven felt crushed on the table by the man and his barely noticeable cock penetrating him. But soon the first of a half dozen loads filled Steven mixed in with all the other loads.
Harry swatted Steven on his ass and told her to get the hell out and a few months later Steven was noticing the ravages of his entry into womanhood. His belly began to grow, his tits got even bigger and more sensitive, and damn was he even more horny.
Steven freaked. He was pregnant and he was getting massive.