Meaty Pizza (Female dick growth, shemale transformation, solo mastrubation)

And with that, Jess slammed the door to her apartment with her spare hand, vaguely hearing the delivery man outside her door doing the same to his car’s own. Turning around with a sigh, and being careful not to drop the box held in her spare hand, she smiled wearily to herself. It had been a long day, for reasons elaborate and varied (but mostly centered on her cocksucking bitch of a boss), and she wanted little more than to sit down and indulge herself with a filling, and utterly unhealthy, meal – which the pizza cradled delicately in her palm promised to provide.

Delicately stepping over the myriad objects scattered around her apartment (including various dog-eared library books, strewn work clothes, a bottle of moisturizing crème, and a rather conspicuous teal adult toy standing resolutely on end), Jess steadily carved her way towards the faded, threadbare couch she called home for much of the time spent in her apartment. In a practiced, almost thoughtless motion, she arrived next to it, spun on her heel, and flopped directly lengthwise, settling into a lazy sprawl even as she dropped the box onto the small wooden coffee table set directly in front of her. Kicking off her shoes, Jess reached with one hand towards the box of pizza, deftly unhooking the top and allowing it to swing up, her other hand fumbling around the table blindly – until, finding its target, it swiped the remote from her tabletop, flicking on the television, her Playstation, and Netflix in short order.

A wry smile came to her lips as the familiar tone noted the program’s start. Jess’s life post-college had been a blend of days just like today – days spent wearily trudging through her daily routine of going to work, eating, and sleeping, with naught but media to take the edge off the mundanity. It was a contained, solitary life, but not necessarily a bad one – though lonely, and, she secretly suspected, starting to gain weight, she wasn’t particularly unfortunate. Certainly not enough to uproot herself, or seek out excitement, or do anything at that particular moment that didn’t involve watching some new release or other she’d missed while stuffing her face with pizza. Speaking of which…

Jess’s face lifted as far as her current position allowed, scoping out her prize. Set before her was an entire platter of delicious, thick, cheese-laden, loaded pizza. She’d never been one to get too concerned about her diet, and as such she’d been quick to act on the cheap deal she’d seen advertised on her way home – a three-meat delicacy from some new independent shop that’d popped up nearby. Laden tall with long sausages, pepperoni, and meaty, rounded balls of pork, the mere sight brought a temporary end to any work or company-related woes she might have been entertaining as of late. Grabbing a slice, starting up the first thing that looked half-decent, and going to town on her meal, she prepared to settle in to a long evening of normalcy.

Prepared to for an instant, at least, before coming to a screeching half upon taking her first few bites. A tingling shock ran through her system, a pleasant fuzziness not unlike when she played one of her favorite music tracks or got really into something she was watching. This thing was heavenly; the way the cheese stretched off the crust, the way the crust contrasted with the savory meat, the way the meat filled her mouth with luscious juices, bringing a blush to her face, a tingle to her spine, a rush to her…

…Wow, that guy’s a stud, she suddenly found herself thinking, gaze suddenly drawn to the television glowing softly across from her. It was some recent-ish Hollywood fare, starring the standard strapping American hero and his buxom female costar. And was he ever a sig

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