Cocktail Hour at the Sorority!

During an intense thunder storm a strange and frightening event occurs. At the local sorority house one of the woman finds her self growing a cock. And not just a cock, a large monstrous, hungry cock. Hungry not just to blow its load, but for her sorority sisters! Can any of them escape temptation or worse! It's the attack of the cock!

--- The storm raged outside, rattling the windows of Kappa House like the world was coming apart at the seams. Lightning flashed, painting the dorm room in jagged white light—just long enough for Cassidy to see the thing between her legs. It was huge. Thick. Twitching with a hunger that made her stomach tighten in equal parts terror and arousal. She gasped, her fingers brushing against the hot, velvety flesh. It pulsed under her touch, veins straining along its monstrous length. Across the room, her sorority sister Jenna froze mid-laugh, her eyes dropping to Cassidy’s lap. “What the fuck is that?” Cassidy couldn’t answer. The cock jerked, leaking pearly precum as if it already knew what it wanted. It *ached*—not just for release, but for something else. Something warm. Something tight. And Jenna was just standing there, lips parted, staring. The hunger in Cassidy’s gut coiled tighter. The cock twitched again. It wasn’t just hers anymore.

Jenna took a step back, but her gaze didn’t leave the thick, glistening length between Cassidy’s thighs. The air in the room felt charged—not just from the storm, but from something darker, needier. Cassidy’s breath hitched as she gripped the base, her own fingers barely able to wrap around it. “I don’t—*fuck*—I don’t know what’s happening—” Jenna swallowed hard, hips shifting unconsciously. “It’s—oh my god, it’s getting bigger.” She was right. The cock swelled, veins pulsing with every beat of Cassidy’s heart, the tip flushed an angry red. A fresh bead of precum dripped onto the sheets, the musky scent thick between them. Cassidy bit her lip. The hunger wasn’t just in the cock now—it was in *her.* A primal urge that made her thighs tremble. Jenna’s chest rose and fell faster. She didn’t run. The cock twitched. Cassidy exhaled, rough and ragged. “Come here.”

Jenna hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, her breath shallow. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with the scent of musk and rain-soaked ozone. Cassidy’s grip tightened on her cock, thumb swiping over the slick head as if she couldn’t help herself. “Touch it,” Cassidy murmured, voice rough with need. Jenna’s fingers trembled as she reached out, her palm brushing against the scorching heat of Cassidy’s shaft. A whimper escaped her lips—half shock, half hunger. The thing was massive, heavy in her hand, throbbing like it had a pulse of its own. Cassidy groaned, hips bucking up into Jenna’s tentative touch. “*Harder.*” Jenna tightened her grip, fingers sliding along the slick length, her other hand instinctively pressing between her own thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off Cassidy, the way her cock jerked eagerly in her grasp. Lightning flashed again, illuminating the desperate hunger in Cassidy’s eyes. “Suck it,” she ordered, fingers tangling in Jenna’s hair. Jenna licked her lips—then obeyed.

Jenna’s lips parted, warm breath ghosting over the swollen tip before her tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of Cassidy’s precum. A shudder ran through them both. Cassidy’s fingers tightened in Jenna’s hair, not guiding, just *holding*, letting her take what she wanted. Jenna moaned, sinking lower, her lips stretching around the thick girth as she took more in. The heat was dizzying, the weight of it filling her mouth almost too much—but she didn’t pull back. Her fingers dug into Cassidy’s thighs, nails scraping skin as she bobbed, hollowing her cheeks. Cassidy let out a broken curse, hips hitching up, forcing another inch past Jenna’s lips. “Fuck—yes, like that.” Jenna’s eyes fluttered shut, tears pricking at the corners as she fought to take more, her throat fluttering around the intrusion. The musk was overwhelming, the taste thick and bitter-sweet, and she sucked harder, desperate to swallow it all down. Lightning cracked again, illuminating the obscene stretch of Jenna’s lips, the way Cassidy’s cock twitched inside her, begging for release. And Jenna *wanted* to give it to her.

Cassidy’s breath came in ragged gasps as Jenna worked her mouth deeper, lips sealed tight, throat convulsing around the rhythmic thrusts. She could feel the tension coiling in Cassidy’s thighs, the way her fingers twisted tighter in her hair—tense, urgent. “Gonna—*fuck*—” Cassidy choked out, hips stuttering. Jenna didn’t stop. She sucked harder, tongue pressing along the pulsing vein underneath, her own thighs squeezing together at the muffled whimpers Cassidy couldn’t hold back. Then Cassidy came—hard. Jenna felt the hot, thick pulse against her tongue before the taste hit her, bitter and electric. She swallowed instinctively, throat working, but there was too much; a trail of it escaped the corner of her lips, dripping down her chin. Cassidy slumped back with a shudder, but Jenna didn’t pull away. She licked the tip clean, slow and deliberate, before finally sitting back on her heels, chest rising fast. Their eyes locked—Cassidy’s blown wide, Jenna’s lips still glistening. A slow smirk curled Cassidy’s mouth. “Your turn.”

Cassidy’s fingers slipped from Jenna’s hair, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, leaving a line of fire in their wake. Her grip tightened on Jenna’s shoulder, pulling her up, close enough to taste herself on Jenna’s lips. Jenna shuddered as Cassidy kissed her, deep and filthy, tongue pushing into her mouth like she was still claiming her. “On the bed,” Cassidy murmured against her mouth. “Now.” Jenna barely had time to turn before Cassidy’s hands were on her, spinning her, pressing her down onto the mattress. The cool sheets were a shock against her overheated skin. Cassidy climbed over her, knees bracketing Jenna’s hips, and yanked her thighs apart with a single rough tug. Jenna gasped as Cassidy’s fingers skimmed her soaked panties—*fuck*, she hadn’t even realized how wet she was. Cassidy didn’t bother peeling them off, just shoved the fabric aside and dragged two fingers through her folds, groaning at the slickness. “Look at you,” Cassidy breathed, circling her clit with a teasing press. “Worked up just from sucking my cock.” Jenna’s hips jerked up, desperate for more, but Cassidy pulled back, smirking. “Patience.” She leaned down, licking a hot stripe up Jenna’s throat, her teeth grazing the pulse point. Jenna whimpered, hands fisting in the sheets as Cassidy’s fingers finally, *finally* pushed inside. Cassidy fucked her hard, deep—no teasing now. Every thrust dragged a choked moan from Jenna’s lips, her back arching off the bed as the pleasure coiled tighter, brighter. Then Cassidy’s thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles, and Jenna *broke.*

Jenna’s climax crashed through her like a live wire, muscles clamping down around Cassidy’s fingers as she arched off the bed with a ragged cry. Cassidy didn’t let up, working her through it—fingers still pumping, thumb still circling, relentless. The oversensitivity hit hard, Jenna’s thighs trembling as she tried to squirm away, but Cassidy pinned her down with her free hand, lips brushing her ear. “Not yet.” Jenna whimpered, fingers clutching at Cassidy’s wrist, but Cassidy only curled her fingers *deeper*, dragging out every last shuddering wave until Jenna was gasping, spent. Only then did Cassidy finally slow, easing her touch but not pulling away entirely. She pressed a lazy kiss to Jenna’s jaw, her breath hot against damp skin. “Good girl,” she murmured. “But I’m not done with you.” Jenna barely had time to register the words before Cassidy’s grip tightened again, dragging her closer to the edge of the bed. She hooked Jenna’s thighs over her shoulders, grip bruising—then leaned down and *licked*, slow and deliberate, right where Jenna was still throbbing. Jenna’s back bowed with a sharp cry. Cassidy smirked against her. “Round two.”

Cassidy’s tongue was relentless, flitting between broad strokes and sharp, focused flicks that made Jenna’s toes curl. Every swipe sent fresh tremors through her, her body still alight from the first orgasm—sensitive, shaking, but craving more. Jenna tangled her fingers in Cassidy’s hair, not to guide, just to hold on. The heat of Cassidy’s mouth was unbearable, the slick, sucking pressure wringing another desperate moan from her throat. Cassidy hummed against her, the vibration rippling through Jenna’s core as she worked her tongue deeper, tasting her fully. She pulled back just long enough to catch her breath, lips glistening, before diving back in with a growl. Jenna’s hips jerked, chasing the sensation, but Cassidy held her down, fingers digging into her thighs. “Fuck—*Cass*—” Jenna choked out, her voice ragged. Cassidy’s only response was to slide two fingers back inside her, crooking them just right, and Jenna *sobbed.* The stretch, the pressure, the rough drag of Cassidy’s calloused fingers—it was too much and not enough, all at once. Her second climax hit like a freight train, body seizing, clenching around Cassidy’s fingers as she came with a broken cry. Cassidy didn’t stop. Not until Jenna was limp against the sheets, gasping, her thighs twitching with oversensitivity. Cassidy finally pulled back, licking her lips as she admired the wreck of her. “Still think you can keep up?” she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. Jenna’s laugh was breathless, weak. “Try me.” Cassidy’s grin was pure sin.

Cassidy’s grin sharpened as she leaned over Jenna again, her hand sliding down her own stomach, fingers curling around the hard length between her thighs. “You want it?” she purred, giving herself a slow stroke. “Come and take it.” Jenna shivered but didn’t hesitate, pushing herself up on shaky arms before sinking to her knees in front of Cassidy. Her fingers replaced Cassidy’s, wrapping around the thick heat of her cock, squeezing just to hear Cassidy’s breath hitch. She licked her lips, then leaned in, tongue dragging up the underside, teasing the slick bead at the tip before taking the head into her mouth. Cassidy groaned, hips jerking forward instinctively—but Jenna held her down, hands firm on her waist as she sucked gently, savoring the weight, the salt-tang of skin. Then she opened wider, sinking deeper, lips stretching to accommodate the slow, inexorable push. Cassidy’s fingers twisted in her hair, not forcing, just holding on as Jenna swallowed her down, throat fluttering around the intrusion. “Fuck—” Cassidy gritted out, her voice ragged. Jenna pulled back just enough to breathe, lips glossy, before diving back in, taking more this time. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, the wet drag pulling another curse from Cassidy’s lips. Heat coiled low in Jenna’s belly—not just the pleasure of the act, but the power of it, the way Cassidy’s thighs trembled under her grip. She didn’t stop, couldn’t, swallowing Cassidy down again and again until her jaw ached and her throat burned, every inch of cock claimed. Cassidy’s hips jerked in short, helpless thrusts, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “Gonna—*fuck*—” Jenna felt the first pulse against her tongue and sucked harder, swallowing every drop as Cassidy came with a groan, fingers tightening in her hair. She didn’t let up until Cassidy was spent, limp, her cock slipping from Jenna’s lips with a wet sound. Cassidy dragged her up, kissing her deep, tasting herself on Jenna’s tongue. “Still think you can’t keep up?” Jenna murmured against her mouth. Cassidy laughed, low and rough. “Round three?”

Round three would consist of Cassidy's cock getting a hold of Jenna some how and swallowing her whole, to both horny women's surprise and horror, and Cassidy's own sexual pleasure.

Cassidy’s laugh faded into a sharp gasp as Jenna suddenly felt the world tilt—no, *Cassidy’s cock* did, swelling impossibly beneath her. The heat of it pulsed, surging outward, and Jenna barely had time to register the slick softness engulfing her before she was being swallowed whole. Her breath hitched as the tight, wet pressure closed around her, the walls of Cassidy’s cock rippling, dragging her deeper with each throb. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, consuming, the rhythmic squeeze and release sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her. Cassidy’s voice came out strangled. "*What the fuck—?*" But her hips bucked instinctively, driving Jenna further in, her cock flexing greedily around the intrusion. Jenna moaned, her body writhing—not in fear, but in sudden, delirious need. Every pulse of muscle around her sent fresh heat curling low in her belly. She could *feel* Cassidy’s pleasure, the way her cock clamped down as if desperate to milk every drop of sensation from her. Cassidy’s hands flew to her own length, fingers trembling as they traced the outline of Jenna’s squirming form beneath the stretched skin. "*Oh god—*" she choked out, stroking herself in short, jerky motions. Jenna arched, pressing into the slick walls, and Cassidy *came* again, her cock convulsing around Jenna in waves. The heat was unbearable, the pressure perfect—and Jenna followed right after, shuddering as she orgasmed inside the pulsing embrace. Cassidy collapsed back, panting, her cock finally slackening and releasing Jenna with a wet, shaky exhale. They stared at each other in breathless silence. Then Cassidy grinned. "Okay," Jenna said, wiping her mouth. "*What the fuck was that?*"

A trick of the monster is what it was, like in a bad B film when the shark seems have gone. Cassidy's cock would suddenly harden and grow surging forward, its tip opening up wide enough to cover Jenna's head. In a sudden quick motions all of her would be down inside Cassidy, some how, impossibly. Cassidy's orgasm would be huge, but Jenna would be gone. But the cock's hunger would remain, great now that it had a taste for co-ed.

Cassidy's grin faltered for just a second—long enough for Jenna to see the flicker of something *else* behind her eyes. Then, like the slow creep of a nightmare, her cock twitched back to life, thickening unnaturally fast. Jenna barely had time to scramble back before the head *split*, flesh peeling open wetly, wider than should be possible. “Cass, *wait*—!” Too late. The cock lunged forward, engulfing Jenna’s head in one slick, suffocating swallow. Her shriek was muffled as the walls convulsed, dragging her deeper with a sick, wet *schluck*. Cassidy gasped, back arching as her cock pulsed violently around Jenna’s writhing body—*consuming* her, inch by desperate inch. Her hips jerked, fucking the air as if chasing the sensation, her cock stretching obscenely around Jenna’s form. The last thing Jenna saw before disappearing entirely was Cassidy’s wild, euphoric stare—right before a final *gulp* sent her sliding all the way down. Cassidy’s moan was guttural, her hands clawing at her own skin as her cock swelled impossibly full. Then came the orgasm—earth-shaking, *wrong* in its intensity, her whole body seizing as she came in thick, endless spurts. Panting, she stared down at her softening cock, now *empty*, the only trace of Jenna a faint outline beneath the skin for one impossible second before fading entirely. A slow, hungry shiver ran through her. "...*shit*."

Cassidy’s fingers twitched at her sides, still slick with her own release. Her cock lay spent against her thigh—but the hunger hadn’t faded. It coiled low in her gut, sharper now, *ravenous*. She couldn’t ignore the phantom pulse of Jenna’s body inside her, the ghost of that impossible tightness. Swallowing hard, she dragged a hand down her stomach, fingertips brushing the base of her cock. It *stirred* at the touch, twitching back to attention with terrifying ease. A choked laugh escaped her. “Fuck. Fuck.” Somewhere deep in her mind, Jenna was screaming—not in pain, but in *overload*, her every nerve lit up by the slick, rhythmic crush of muscle around her. The heat was unbearable, the pressure relentless. She clawed at the walls, but they gave nothing, just shuddered and squeezed tighter with every throb of Cassidy’s pulse. Cassidy’s breath hitched. She could *feel* it—the muffled thrashing, the desperate friction. Her hips jerked forward instinctually, her cock flexing around empty air as if trying to recapture the sensation. And then it was just hard again. Any trace of Jenna was gone now. Cassidy needed more, fortunately she had other sorority sisters in the house tonight, and the power was out...

The hallway was dark, the storm outside rattling the windows. Cassidy’s bare feet padded silently against the wood floor, her cock already half-hard again, twitching with every step. The hunger gnawed at her, deeper now—*needier*. She could hear muffled laughter from the common room. Emily and Riley, probably sharing a bottle of wine by candlelight, oblivious. Cassidy’s lips curled. She rounded the corner, pausing in the doorway. The flickering light painted shadows across her body, her cock already fattening, the tip glistening. “Hey, guys,” she purred. Emily turned first, her smile faltering as her gaze dropped. “Cass, what the fu—” Too slow. Cassidy’s cock *surged* forward, the head splitting wide with a wet *shlick*, engulfing Emily’s face in one smooth motion. Riley screamed, scrambling backward as the shaft bulged obscenely around Emily’s thrashing form. Cassidy groaned, bucking into the air as her cock *squeezed*, working Emily deeper. Riley’s hands flew to her mouth, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away—couldn’t unsee the way Cassidy’s flesh *pulsed*, rippling in greedy waves as Emily vanished inch by inch. A final, wet *gulp*. Riley turned to run. Cassidy’s hand snapped out, fingers tangling in her hair. “Uh-uh.” Riley’s breath hitched—just before the cock lurched forward again.

Riley barely had time to scream before the slick, gaping maw of Cassidy’s cock swallowed her face, the wet heat enveloping her in one brutal snap. Her body flailed, knees buckling as the shaft constricted *around* her—rippling with perverse hunger, dragging her in deeper with every pulse. Cassidy threw her head back with a ragged moan, her free hand gripping the base as she *felt* Riley’s squirming weight fill her to the hilt. Emily was already gone—just a dense, twitching bulge disappearing further down, the flesh beneath Cassidy’s skin shifting unnaturally as it worked her deeper. Riley’s muffled shrieks vibrated through her, toes kicking uselessly in the air as the last of her was *devoured*, her curves swallowed whole. The pressure was dizzying—*blissful*—Cassidy’s cock flexing and squeezing in erratic waves, milking Riley’s body like a gluttonous snake. She came with a strangled gasp, her thighs trembling as another orgasm wracked her, thick ropes of cum splattering the floor beneath her. But the craving *still* didn’t fade. Panting, Cassidy glanced down at her softening cock—now empty again, the last twitches of her sisters' bodies fading beneath her skin. A slow, wicked grin curled her lips. The house was *full* tonight. She stepped forward, her bare feet sticky on the hardwood. Somewhere down the hall, a door creaked—someone else, unsuspecting. Cassidy licked her lips. *"Perfect."*

In the next scene let's see if we can get a girl in feet first for a change of perspective and a chance and some dialog.

Cassidy’s cock twitched eagerly as she crept down the hall, the faint sound of running water guiding her to the bathroom. Through the cracked door, she saw Lina—naked, toweling off after her shower, humming absently. Perfect. She didn’t bother announcing herself this time. Her cock *lunged*, jaws gaping wide as it seized Lina’s ankle in a wet, possessive grip. The girl shrieked as Cassidy *yanked*, dragging her off-balance—her free foot kicking wildly as the slick shaft swallowed her leg to the knee. “W-what the fuck? *Cassidy?!*” Lina’s voice pitched high with panic, fingers scrambling against the tile as her hips were dragged toward that hungry maw. Cassidy just grinned, watching the way her own cock *flexed*, gulping greedily at Lina’s thigh. “Shhh,” she purred, stepping closer. “Feels better if you don’t fight.” Lina whimpered as the wet heat climbed higher, her ass disappearing inside with a lewd *slurp*. The pressure was relentless—every squirm only made the cock *squeeze* tighter, dragging her inexorably deeper. “P-please, *oh god*—" Cassidy shuddered, rolling her hips as she felt Lina’s torso sink into her, the girl’s tits compressing obscenely as they vanished. Only her flailing arms remained, fingers clawing at the slick shaft helplessly. One last *gulp*. Silence. Cassidy sighed, running a hand over the swollen curve of her cock—still twitching as it worked Lina deeper. “God, you *fit*.” Then she turned toward the sound of muffled music down the hall. Still so many sisters left.

Let's give Cassidy a bit of a level up before the next batch. All those girls have to go some where, like her tits, ass, hips, and of course monster dick.

Cassidy’s skin rippled as the girls shifted inside her—Lina’s squirming weight settling thick into her ass, while Emily and Riley’s forms swelled her hips, rounding them with plush, jiggling fullness. A tremor ran through her as their muffled movements pressed *outward*, reshaping her—her tits growing heavier, nipples stiffening under the strain of newly trapped bodies. She bit her lip, arching her back as her cock *twitched* again—already swelling back to full size, veins standing taut against the flushed skin. The base thickened, throbbing with the weight of her prey, each pulse drawing them deeper into her flesh. A moan slipped out as she cupped her own tits, fingers sinking into the softness where Lina now *writhed*, her struggles only making Cassidy’s cleavage more supple. “Fuck… *better*,” she hissed, rolling her shoulders to feel the shift of bodies beneath her skin. Her cock dripped eagerly, its tip flexing open like a second mouth, hungry for the next girl. Cassidy smirked, stepping toward the flickering light under the next bedroom door. Music thumped inside. She didn’t knock.

Cassidy’s cock slithered forward, dripping anticipation onto the hardwood floor as she nudged the door open with her hip. Inside, Mia sat cross-legged on her bed, earbuds in, oblivious—until the wet *slap* of flesh against tile made her glance up. Too late. The cock *struck* like a viper, jaws clamping around Mia’s outstretched wrist mid-recoil. Her scream was cut short as it *yanked*, swallowing her arm to the elbow in one gulp. Cassidy exhaled sharply, feeling the girl’s weight tug deliciously at her shaft as Mia flailed, her free hand scrabbling at the bedspread. “N-no, *stop*—!” Mia’s voice cracked as the cock *flexed*, dragging her in up to the shoulder, her tits mashing against the slick interior. Cassidy moaned, rolling her hips to help it along, savoring the way Mia’s thighs kicked uselessly before disappearing with a wet *pop*. Her body *bloomed*—hips widening, ass rounding with Mia’s trapped form. Cassidy palmed herself, groaning at the new fullness. Down the hall, laughter bubbled from the kitchen. Her cock twitched, already seeking.

The kitchen hummed with laughter and the sizzle of grilled cheese on the stove. Sara and Jen leaned against the counter, passing a wine bottle between them, their fingers greasy from stolen bites. Then the lights flickered. Jen frowned mid-sip. “Power surge?” A wet, meaty *thud* echoed down the hall—like something heavy hitting the floor. The laughter died. Sara’s grip tightened on the bottle. “Cassidy?” she called, too loud. No answer. Another sound: a slow, slick *dragging*, like flesh parting. Jen’s breath hitched as she turned just in time to see the tip of Cassidy’s cock slide into the doorway, glistening and *breathing*, its slit flexing wide. Sara dropped the bottle. Glass shattered. The cock *lunged*. Jen screamed as it wrapped around her thigh, the heat of it searing through her leggings. Sara stumbled back, but Cassidy’s other hand—*when had she gotten so close?*—clamped around her wrist, yanking her forward. “Fuck—*let go!*” Sara twisted, but Cassidy’s grin only widened, her hips rolling to feed Jen deeper into her shaft. Jen’s shrieks turned muffled, her body stretching the veined skin as Cassidy’s cock swallowed her whole. Sara’s pulse roared in her ears—right before she was dragged against Cassidy’s swelling chest, her face pressed between tits that *writhed* with trapped girls. The last thing she heard was Cassidy’s sigh. “Dessert.”

Sara’s breath came in panicked gasps as Cassidy’s cock *twitched* against her thigh, still pulsing from its recent meal. The sheer heat of it seared her skin even through denim, and when she tried to jerk back, Cassidy’s free hand slid up to grip her throat. “Sweetheart,” Cassidy murmured, her voice husky with pleasure, “you’re *struggling* too much.” Sara choked on a scream as the cock *flexed*, the tapered tip nudging against her belly, then sliding upward—*god*, it was *searching*. It pressed against the hem of her shirt, peeling the fabric back with wet insistence until the bare skin of her stomach met slick, throbbing flesh. Jen was still *moving* inside—Sara could see the outline of her knees pressing against the swollen shaft as Cassidy swallowed her deeper, inch by relentless inch. The sheer *wrongness* of it made Sara’s vision swim. Then the cock *struck*—jaws parting to clamp over her ribs, the sudden suction yanking her forward. Cassidy moaned, rolling her hips in slow, greedy pulses, letting the cock *work* Sara deeper. Her toes left the ground. The last thing Sara saw was Cassidy biting her lip, eyes fluttering shut as her shaft *bulged* obscenely. Glass crunched underfoot as Cassidy turned, already scanning the street outside. *Still hungry.*

With a crash of thunder Cassidy would wake up in bed. The storm outside was raging. Jenna was asleep in her bed across the room. Just a dream, a crazy, wild nightmare. But then Cassidy felt something hard twitch between her legs underneath the sheets, and the lightning flashed.

Thunder rattled the windows as Cassidy gasped awake, sheets damp with sweat. Jenna’s soft snores filled the room—normal, safe. But the weight between her legs *wasn't*. The next lightning strike illuminated the tented blanket, the outline of something thick and restless shifting beneath. Cassidy threw the sheet back. Her cock—*hers*, now—twitched in the warm air, already flushed and leaking. The slit pulsed wetly as she stared, memories of Jen’s muffled screams and Sara’s swallowed body flooding back. A dream. *Had* to be. Then Jenna stirred. Cassidy’s hips jerked without permission, her cock swaying heavily, the tip brushing her own thigh. Jenna mumbled something sleepy, rolling onto her side—facing her. The scent of her hit Cassidy like a kick to the gut. Warm skin, shampoo, that faint musk beneath her pajama shorts. Her *throat* tightened. Jenna’s eyes fluttered open. Cassidy’s cock *throbbed*, drooling onto the mattress. Lightning flashed again. Jenna’s sleepy smile froze. "Cass?" Her voice cracked. "What the *fuck*—" The sheets *rippled*—not from movement, but from *growth*, veins splitting the skin as Cassidy’s cock surged upward, smearing precome across Jenna’s shin. Her pulse pounded in her ears. *Not a dream.*