"S-Sandra?!" Gary whispered horsely.
The breath caressing his cheek quickened.
"Yes. Oh G-god." She moaned. Gary felt quick jerky movements next to him. Sandra was touching herself. His enhanced cock began to grow large at the realization.
This didn't escape Sandra's notice. Gary felt her hand caressing him through the sheets.
"You were always so nice to me Gary. So quiet...but good. I could tell. Not like that asshole Jack..." She gave him a squeeze.
"Sandra...please. Stop." He finally got out. "I think these changes might be more than physical. This...this isn't like you. You're acting like a...a..."
"....A slut?" Came the hushed voice next to him. Her hands began moving furiously. Mustering all his willpower, Gary grabbed them and held them behind her head.
Unfortunately the sudden noise must have awoken Jack, as the lights turned on with a click.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Jack exclaimed, gaping at Sandra's naked body. Being caught in this position finally seemed to bring her back to reality. She leaped out of the bed and covered her massive cleavage with her arm, while groping for the blanket with the other.
"I-I don't know..." Sandra admitted, before rushing into the bathroom.
"I think we've got bigger problems than our new looks." Gary sighed.