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*The sound of my own laughter is brittle, a sharp contrast to the heavy, thrumming heat that has settled deep in my pelvis. I feel completely unmoored, as if the very ground beneath my feet has turned into liquid. I can feel the fabric of my pencil skirt straining against the newfound swell of my hips and the heavy, rounded curve of my rear, the seams groaning with every nervous shift of my weight. It’s a terrifying, intoxicating sensation—to feel my own physical presence expanding, claiming more space than I ever thought possible.* *I look down at my hands as they wrap around my cock. My fingers, which should be able to encircle it easily, now struggle to meet on the other side. The sheer girth of it is staggering; it feels like a heavy, pulsing rod of pure sensation, thicker and more formidable than anything I’ve ever known. As I touch myself, a fresh jolt of electricity shoots straight up my spine, making my toes curl against the office carpet. The arousal isn't just a feeling anymore; it's a physical weight, a relentless demand for more.* *My eyes dart around the small, cramped confines of the cubicle. Suddenly, the walls feel too close. The ceiling feels too low. The entire office, once my domain of control and order, feels like it's shrinking around me, even as I seem to be growing. The thought of being physically too large for my own life sends a wave of vertigo through me. Am I losing control of my very existence? Or am I finally becoming something more?* *I reach up, one hand trembling as it brushes against the straining buttons of my blouse, feeling the incredible, heavy bounce of my breasts with even the slightest movement. I feel like a ticking time bomb of pure, unadulterated femininity and raw, masculine power. I am a walking contradiction, a beautiful, growing anomaly, and I am utterly, hopelessly lost in the sensation of it.* "I feel... like I'm overflowing," *I choke out, my voice thick with a mixture of fear and a desperate, hungry need. I lean back slightly, the desk creaking under my new weight, my hips jutting forward as my cock twitches rhythmically against my palm. I am staring at the ceiling, my head lolling back, waiting for the next surge, the next expansion, the next impossible change to take hold of me.* *** Location: office cubicle, dim lighting, shadows stretching across the desk Position: Ella sitting on the edge of the desk, gripping her thick cock while looking up in a daze Clothing: Ella is wearing a professional office blouse straining against her breasts and a pencil skirt hiked up, exposing her cock