On the Train [Growth, Public sex, Frottage]

Story by tantan

On the Train

Contains: Growth, pheromones, public sex and group arousal, frottage.

Hope you enjoy! I'm thinking about continuing this with Misaki taking other women on the train and more growth to the point of hypercocks.

No...

It was a silent moan, a plea as Misaki felt another hot flash rush through her with it centering most strongly between her thighs. Those flashes weren't as close together when she got on the train to head home, so she thought she had enough time- or it was just a false alarm. But no, no this was definitely the real thing and she was nowhere near her station. On top of that this evening train was one that had stops at the major hubs for the sake of easing the commuter traffic. Even if she did get off at the next one she would have to wait another fifteen minutes and by that time...

Another flash. This time she had to sink her teeth into her lower lips as her clit throbbed harshly and she felt it begin to twitch.

To grow.

It itched as it started to thicken and nudge out of the neat hood. She knew just how it looked doing so because she watched it happened in perverse fascination in the privacy of her apartment or- sometimes in the sequester of a bathroom when things got out of control unpredictably. Closing her eyes tightly, Misaki tried to think of the least arousing things that she could: like the hours of meetings she'd sat through earlier in the day with how dry they were, going in circles over information they didn't need to pick apart as much. She thought about her quarterly reports. She thought about her boss: old and stern and wearing all the years of his office career on his face. Deep breaths. She counted in and out for ten beats to try and slow the picking pace of her pulse. If she didn't get excited any more, if she just concentrated hard enough maybe it would stop here...

But her body continued on stubbornly imposing its need on her. Her clit- her cock had to be an inch or two by now and it was poking at the delicate fabric of her panties causing more friction to encourage it on. Misaki shuddered, resisting the urge to rock her hips forward and get more. She bit her lower lip harder and gripped the railing above her head as tightly as she could. It always...felt good. Too good, even if there was a strange ache that came along with it.

As her cock flushed up against the barrier of her underwear and her sharply-tailored pants Misaki started to cave to the inevitable. Every few moments another thick flash would run through her and her length would surge- obscene and wonderful. It was probably not too odd that she was standing there with her eyes tightly shut but she opened them and glanced around as if someone might be watching or noticing the change overcoming her. The car was a women's only one and Misaki preferred them much like other women did. The other passengers were engrossed with their own personal business – on their phones or talking or simply waiting out the time in similar positions like her own.

Another shuddering breath and Misaki had to shift. Her cock had to be at three inches by now and even though it was still mostly soft it was trapped in clothing not meant to accommodate extra equipment. There was a pressure building inside of her, two thick points working their way down and she knew what they were. Misaki set her feet wider apart just as her balls dropped into the fleshy growth of a sac that the folds of her sex flowed into. She whimpered with it and clicked the heel of her shoes on the train floor. Now there was no holding it back.

And now she felt the transformation rush over her and felt herself start to truly get hard. What had stretched to five inches turned to six and then seven and her pants felt unbearably tight. She couldn't just take herself out here, though! People would see and there was no way she could explain what was going on. Misaki ducked her head and pressed her briefcase against the visible, twitching bulge pushing out from her crotch and stretching the smart pinstripes of her pants. Unconsciously she rocked into that flat surface, moaning softly before the train jolted hard and she lost her balance and her grip on the briefcase as she tried to steady herself. She worried. She could smell the distinct musk of her arousal floating up strongly and it was potent. As she rubbed herself against her briefcase with her senses slowly succumbing to the lustful demands of her cock she could see that it was starting to have an effect on the women immediately around her. They were shifting, becoming slightly restless and Misaki helplessly started imagining how they were feeling, knowing that some of them had to be growing wet. She couldn't control her pheromones one she got this aroused. It drove her on-again-off-again girlfriend crazy but she hadn't ever been in such a public, crowded place when this happened before.

Her briefcase wasn't enough when she wanted something soft and round to press in

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