To start this story, I must say I grew quite a bit during the events of this story became a new person but I’m not sure whether I came out the other end or if someone new simply inhabit my body. Was it intentional? Was I meant to be this now or was I derailed? Am I better off…truly? Well, I suppose now is the time for you to decide that I hope you understand the events that take place, I both regret and… simply do not.
I awake and it is still dark, I groan audibly as I shift my legs over to the edge of my bed and muster up the strength to move my legs over the side. My feet make contact with the ice-cold floor and suddenly I am more awake but yet somehow just as tired and equally miserable. I shuffle on over to the bathroom that is adjacent to my room. I flip on the lights and let them sear my retinas, through the pain of my closed eyelids I find the toilet and flip the lid up and start to relieve myself. I open my eyes to look down and make sure everything’s going where it needs to be. I look down and admire my member as all six flaccid inches point at the toilet bowl, the warmth of the blanket made the veins pop and a nice natural fleshy pink color appear. My dick head was large and bright with color and my large balls hung low due to the heat of sleeping naked but with each passing second, they crawled upward for warmth. I accidently let out a loud yawn as I shut the door and turn on the shower. The sudden noise was assaulting to my ears, but I quickly get over it and get in and clean up for the day to come. I make sure that every inch of my 6-foot figure gets clean, and then I move on to the hair to ensure I put my best foot forward. I come out and head to my room to get dressed for the day. Going down the hallway my roommate, Jim opens his door as I pass it. “Bro, can you please be quitter when you wake up?” he says half awake and rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. Just as I was about to give some witty off the cuff response Jim’s door began to open more and from behind it his long-time girlfriend Natalie emerged. Natalie is incredibly good looking; she has a rather slim frame with slight hips and a large butt for her size. She often jokes about it being her best feature, even though she has a large chest, D or DD; I don’t really know cup sizes. She has a very pleasant face but there is a horizontal scar that runs from her nose to the top her cheek bone on her right cheek that she is very self-conscious about.
Natalie also appeared very tired with squinty eyes trying to adjust to the light of the bathroom. Even though it was relatively dark I could see she was wearing a white tank top with no bra on underneath and a pair of pink pair of hip hugging panties. “I think you have the loudest stream I’ve ever heard.” Natalie said in a joking tone while yawning. She left her hands up to stretch during the yawn and going on her tip toes. Jim and I both laughed at the comment “You can say that again” Jim responded. At that moment Natalie was done with her yawn and came back down onto the balls of her feet and I stared, drooling in the dark as her breasts bounced under her shirt. I don’t think she notice but Jim must have, he was in the doorway of the bathroom at this point saying to me “would you go put some damn clothes on already…. jeez” he said as he entered the rest of the way into the bathroom to shower. Natalie must not have noticed I was in just a towel because when I turned back from the bathroom to head to my room, I had caught her looking at the towel. It was only for a moment but then she looked at me and said, “yeah mister nakey, get dressed!” then headed into the bathroom with Jim and shut the door behind her. My head was spinning, she hadn’t seen me staring so why was she staring? Had I gotten a boner? Confused I disrobed my towel and I look and see I’m flaccid. Did I have a chub, or was she simply curious about what was lingering underneath the towel? The possibilities were endless, but I needed to get ready for work instead of work out Natalie’s intentions.
I arrived at work cursing under my breath for I was a couple of minutes late. I knew that my manager Connie was going to ream me for it too. She was a stickler and a penny pincher; you couldn’t be early, and you couldn’t be late you had to be on time. I entered into the building and within an instant I could hear her say “You’re late! Steven how many times do I have to tell you?!” “So far zero since this is the first time, I’ve ever been late to work for you.” I replied back a bit too snarky. Connie stood there staring at me as if crunching the numbers to see if I was telling the truth. Eventually she huffed and said, “It doesn’t matter, don’t be late again!” with that she turned on a dime and started to stomp away. Connie was a short, but like a cute short, she was maybe 5’5 even build didn’t look skinny, and she didn’t look fat. She was of Asian descent, but I don’t know as to which ethnicity. She had shoulder length perfectly straight coal black hair and a pleasant face when she wasn’t yelling. She had resting pleasant face. Otherwise she had a decent rack maybe a B or C cup? The real gem was her ass, it was immaculate, and she always wore pants that were just one size off of being skintight. So, I watched it bounce as she walked away from me, I don’t know how long I was watching her butt bounce perfectly as she walked away from me, and I don’t know if she knew I was watching but she yelled back “and get to work!” which quite honestly made me jump. That’s when I heard Andrew and Shaun burst out laughing, They must have been watching me ogle Connie’s rear from the server window inside the kitchen. I flipped them the bird and began to walk towards them when I heard the scoff of an elderly lady in the booth right next to me whim I didn’t know was there. “I never…” she said under her breath. I apologized and ran to the kitchen instead.
I entered the kitchen to Andrew walking in an over exaggerated manner while Shaun pretended to be drooling and going cross eyed while staring at him. “Ha. Ha. I said it’s not like you guys don’t do the same thing to her all night.” Shaun and Andrew continue to laugh. “yeah right, we barely have time to do anything in here all night with how busy we are.” Andrew said. Which was true the amount of customers we had been getting recently had really been testing the kitchen staff pretty hard. “We don’t get to go around flirting with old ladies all night like you and get real money.” Shaun added pointing at the clearly still disheveled elderly lady. “Guys I really don’t make that great of tips.” I remarked. Shaun and Andrew rolled there eyes almost in unison. “Yeah, whatever you say.” Andrew said as he and Shaun walked away to start prepping for the guests tonight. The rest of the night went pretty normal we received a high volume of customers and stayed pretty busy. Connie hadn’t bothered me since I came in, like everyone else she was probably to busy to be snotty to me. That was until I was bringing out a tray of food to a table in the back, I had to go up 2 or 3 steps as that seating was just slightly elevated compared to the bar area and main seating. Well I must have stepped on my own pant leg because all I heard was a loud, “RIP” I looked down at my pants to see the were ripped vertically all the way up to the hip. Out of instinct or embarrassment I reached down with my free hand to cover up my boxers. In doing so I almost dropped the tray of food, shuffling back and forth to regain balance I decided I better not spill all this food so I used both hands. I heard some customers nearby muttering and shouting alike watching the train wreck unfold in front of them. I remember hearing the lady in front of me say “Oh god” out of fear of getting splattered with the tray, and then I heard her say “Oh…my god” in a more hushed tone. I finally regained my balance and went to proceed to the table. Steady now I dropped my hand down again to pull the two side of the rip together to cover my modesty and walk until I started to teeter again. That’s when Connie came running up and helped me stabilize once again. “I’m sorry” was all I could get out as I looked at her. “Just start walking and focus on the tray ill help you with this” she said. I failed to realize how she would help until she grabbed the rip and pulled the 2 sides together like I had attempted and held them in place just under my hip. She was touching my hip with her hand flat, and her fingers were remarkably close to touching my dick, I could feel it growing. I began to walk a little faster so we could get this over with, in doing some things began to shift. As we walked to our table, I could hear Connie apologizing to each table that we went by. That is until we were a table or two away my cock had grown enough that it had reached her fingers and I knew she could feel it, I could hear her breathing change and my face turned to the same shade as a tomato. When we reached the table everyone in the area started cheering, I was already embarrassed why not add the urge to die on top of it? I knelt down and started handing out the plates to one member of the table and they passed the plates to those they belonged too. I noticed halfway through that Connie had been standing next to me wiping the sweat from her brow. She then regained her composure and began to help me pass out the food and apologized to the guests. After all the food was to the right people, I noticed that my chub was gone so I stood up to leave and Connie instantly grabbed my pants to help me again, though this time her fingers seemed to be reaching. “Connie I can use the tray to cover my pants my pants now but thank you for the help.” I said. She looked up at me a little bewildered and replied “oh, yeah…. right. Go get cleaned up in back, okay?” She then began walking very quickly to the bathroom. I headed for the back storage room to take a good look at my pants, when I got back there any and all of my coworkers, male or female were whistling at me or going “OW! OW!” I began to blush again and laugh it off. The pants had some how ripped in a perfect line straight up from the bottom of my left pant leg to my hip. I peeked into the kitchen and asked Shaun or Andrew if they had brought any extra pants to work that they might have in their car, they didn’t. I decided i’ll just have to go home and get pants to I started asking around for Connie, but no one had seen her. That’s when one of the other waitresses Morgan mentioned she had some pants in her car, but she didn’t know if I would fit into them. I didn’t want to take the pants because if I did fit into them, I would surely stretch them, but I didn’t want to leave with out Connie’s blessing elsewise I might be out of a job, reluctantly I accepted Morgan’s pants. I took the pants to put them on, however I was having a great deal of difficulty, they were so tight my boxers were rolling up and bunching up and I was unable to get the pants on. So, I decided to take my underwear off and try, with some jumping, wiggling pushing my junk around eventually I was able to get the pants on and buttoned. I came out the stall underwear in one hand and ripped pants in the other, I sized myself up in the mirror and noticed that every inch of my cock was visible through the pants. I sighed realizing I had not other options and left the bathroom and found Morgan talking with some other waitresses at the hostess table, so I thanked her profusely she replied with grin “anytime”. I turned around to continue my shift and I swear I heard the girls high fiving each other.
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