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Sitting in the quiet bathroom stall, she felt like her back was against the wall; literally and figuratively. 5 months pregnant with nowhere to turn to; Amy felt lost and confused on what her next best course of action should be. “Well that's the last masked orgy I'll ever attend” she said to herself gloomily. “What's the matter girl?” a matronly voice said suddenly from the nearby stall; spooking Amy. who had thought the bathroom to be deserted. “Having to make a difficult choice?” the voice came through a hole in the stall that Amy hadn't noticed before. “Something like that, yeah.” Amy replied, not really wanting to get into her life's story with a stranger in a bathroom.
“What if I told you that I could...help you with your little problem? Maybe kill two birds with one...sausage, I guess? You kids and your silly sayings.” The voice replied, confusing Amy even more. “Do you run a clinic that doubles as a restaurant? If so, sure I'd love to stop by sometime.” Amy said somewhat jokingly. “Is that a yes I hear?” The voice asked intently. Amy sighed. “Sure, sure, what's the place's number? Amy said as she started reaching for her phone. Halfway through her purse, Amy started to feel...off. It felt like she was having the start of a stomach ache but at the same time having the urge to relieve herself. Thankfully I'm already on the toilet. She thought as she grabbed some toilet paper and prep'd herself. What she couldn't prepare herself for was when her stomach started to flatten right before her eyes. It's not due for a few more months! Plus shouldn't I be in pain? She thought, perplexed as the ache in her stomach quickly lessened while her urge to urinate increased along with a strange feeling of bloatedness she didn't recognize. Looking up, she noticed a small tent in her skirt that seemed to be rapidly growing larger.
“Ahh, looks like your coming along nicely dear.” The voice said approvingly from it's hole in the stall. “What's happening? What did you do!?” Amy spat accusingly at the occupant of the other stall as the tent started pitching past her skirt, revealing itself to be a wobbly flesh-colored tube. “Fixing your problems girl, just like you wanted. Now you won't have to worry about being in such a condition ever again.” The voice replied as a spindly arm came through the hole and quickly tapped the tip of the still lengthening tube. The touch sent a strange shock of pleasure through Amy, giving her pause as the arm started to tug some of the tube's outer circumference away from the tip.
“You've got a lot of foreskin here girl, but don't worry, I can help with that. You'll want to stand a bit, give the boys a chance to breathe.” The voice advised as her hand continued to pull away the extra skin that hid Amy's cock head. My foreskin? The boys? Amy thought as another wave of pleasure swept through her, coming from what she now clearly recognized as a colossal cock sprouting from under her skirt. Unsure of what else she could do, and not quite wanting the hand to stop it's ministrations, she lifted herself off the toilet seat to find that something else had grown as well. Feeling cautiously under her skirt, she felt what was clearly one of the aforementioned boys, swelled to the size of a small pumpkin and pulsating slowly.
Amy turned her attention back to her extensive erection, now with it's glans uncovered thanks to the work of her stall neighbor. “You've turned out better than I had hoped dearie, though a bit larger than I had anticipated. I assume your previous condition is the cause for that though.“ The voice cooed as her hand cupped one of Amy's testicles, causing her to moan at the touch. Amy wasn't great with measurements, but if she had to guess, her new penis was easily a foot and a half long, maybe more. Thick, with a seemingly random crisscrossing of dark veins all over it that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Having had the extra skin pulled further down her shaft, she could now see the shiny pink glans at the top, gleaming as a slightly off-white liquid oozed from her tip. I guess wearing skirts is out of the question now. Amy thought as she felt her cock start to twitch from the voice's handiwork, causing the tip to leak more, dripping onto the floor as it quickly filled the space left by her pulled back foreskin. With the increased surge of pre-cum, Amy's urge to pee came back with a vengeance.
“I feel....something coming.” Amy mumbled as she fumbled her attempt at turning herself toward the toilet, quickly stopped by her stall neighbor's hand on her cock. “Sweetie it's alright, just turn your corpulent cock stick toward the hole and keep your prepuce peeled for me.” The voice said as Amy pulled her member toward the hole. Her cock head far too large to fit all the way through, Amy did as she was told and held on to her foreskin's folds as she aimed her tip toward the hole.
Once Amy positioned her cockhead properly; the older lady on the other side got to work using her tongue, slathering it all over what parts of Amy's rod that she could reach while lapping up the pre-cum that bubbled forth as her reward while Amy moaned and panted throughout as her scrotum swelled and gurgled. “While your pre is rather tasty, I think I'm ready for the main course now my pretty.” The woman said, latching her mouth over Amy's piss slit as she darted her strangely lengthy tongue into the depths of Amy's urethral duct. The sensation was almost, but not quite enough to push Amy over the edge. “Please let me cum! I-it's too good!” Amy pleaded; balls gurgling, cock a-twichin' as a strange bulge started to swell on the underside of her shaft, announcing her coming orgasm. After what felt like an eternity to Amy, but could only have been a few moments, the old lady retracted her tongue, allowing all of Amy's new pent-up swimmers to swirl straight into the woman's waiting throat.
After the semen stream slowed to a trickle, the woman found her words while Amy seemed temporarily incapable of speech. “That was an excellent meal; top marks to the chef.” The woman said, wiping some of Amy's cum off her chin with a grin as the hole closed up. Awhile later, Amy came to, greeted by the sight of a bathroom stall covered in dried cum, saliva, and other unidentified juices. This may have bothered old Amy; but new Amy was filled with hope; hope and semen sloshing around her large testicles just waiting for the chance to be sprayed out of her new spunk cannon. Holding her flaccid cock close to her bosom, she quickly made her way out of the thankfully still empty bathroom and back home to where she planned to get more acquainted with her new addition.