As you walked off stage and away from the jubilant cheers of Cass’s crowd, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about the weak twitching in your pants. Just moments ago you thought you had a shot at growing, but all that went out the window when you watched your inches flow into Jenny’s impressive hard on …
“Hey, little guy”
A familiar voice rocked up behind you and placed a petite hand on your shoulder, followed by something rigid rubbing against your lower leg.
“Oops, sorry. Still not used to how big it gets now!” she taunted as you turned around to be polite only to watch her hard on strain for escape from their cotton confines.
“Yeah, that’s great.” you responded, nursing a wounded ego and confused sexual appetite.
“Oh don’t be sour! I won it fair and square.” She said, tucking a hand into her waistband and softly teasing her bigger monster while staring at you.
“Sorry. Enjoy the new dick. Have a nice day I guess.” you motioned to move off, thinking about how to fix things but also replaying in your mind the humiliation … and how it gave you a chub.
Her hand fell on your shoulder again.
“Hey, look, I wasn’t trying to brag like some asshole. I wanted to see you! That whole exchange back there was real hot, and the way we came on each other, well … it gave me a few ideas of things we can still do, if you wanted to. Maybe some transfers you might enjoy…”
“Ideas?” you replied intrigued. “What sort of ideas? Won’t your husband care?”
She smiled.