Adam - I remembered his name only because of how I had moaned, shouted, and screamed it during the hours of pleasure - had just left for work, leaving me lying on the bed in a dizzy, dream-like state. My horniness was, indeed, fading, and a small part of me managed to wonder if Zoey had set it to last until morning; most of my mind was still trying to cope with what had happened. I remembered bringing Adam home - what had I been thinking? - and giving into the pleasure he had offered, and then...Zoey's face, her anger, the Chronivac...
I sat up quickly. The Chronivac! She had thrown it out the window, but maybe there was a chance...I had to retrieve it. I started to get up and head for the door, then stopped and glanced down. There were still splashes of Adam's cum across my bare, full breasts from our morning session; I couldn't just walk out like this. Quickly, I hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to clean up. I'd have preferred a shower, but I didn't want to waste time. Once I had gotten myself clean enough, I went back into the bedroom intending to throw on a change of Zoey's clothes; despite my now being bigger in the chest than she was, I hoped they'd fit.
To my dismay, Zoey's side of the closet was empty - not a single shirt or pair of pants left. With a groan, I grabbed an old pair of shorts and a T-shirt from my side. Fortunately my wider hips kept the shorts from falling down, but the shirt was like a tent draped over me. The only place it didn't seem to be falling off was around my chest, where it was pulled tight enough to outline my new breasts. It wasn't good, but it was the best I could do. I grabbed my apartment keys and hurried out the door.
I was fortunate enough to not run into anyone on the way downstairs, and even more fortunate to find the Chronivac undamaged. I guess the hardware's pretty resiliant. As I picked it up and turned to head back into the apartment, though, I almost ran into my neighbor from across the hall. I hadn't noticed this before, but he looked incredibly hot...
"Hey," my neighbor said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "My name's Tom. You new around here?" I shook my head slightly to clear it. To my alarm, I could feel the familiar tingle of lust growing inside me. So I hadn't lost the feeling at all!
"Um, no...I mean...yes, sort of," I stammered, trying to keep my eyes from drifting near his crotch, where I wasn't just imagining the sizeable bulge there. When I wrenched my eyes away, I found his own focused much lower than my face. I blushed as I looked down and realized he could see the full outline of my breasts and nipples through my shirt.
"Well if you'd like we could get a drink up in my apartment," Tom offered nonchalantly. "Unless you're busy."
"What?" I asked, then belatedly remembered the Chronivac. I was supposed to be doing something with it, but my growing attraction and lust made it hard to remember what. "Oh, I..."