Mark stretched (it was lucky the sorority house's ceilings were so high), and luxuriated in how good her new body felt - and it felt fantastic, hot and horny and feminine, and very ready for the girls in the other room. He needed sex badly - and with this body, he was finally likely to get some!
He could imagine it already: He'd walk through the door and say "Hello, girls," in a seductive voice, and all three of them would look at him the way they'd looked at Maggie, but even hornier this time. Then he'd say something like "How about you massage me?" and they'd all rush over and- Wait, no, it'd probably be hotter if he said "Want to touch these?" and hefted one of his tits. Ooh, or maybe if he-
Abruptly, he realised he was wasting time fantasizing when reality was only two rooms away. He closed the distance to the kitchen door in one giant stride-
And hesitated again. Drinking two sodas had made him about eight feet tall. Would drinking another one make him tall enough that his wide hips (and crotch) were level with the girls eyes (and tongues)? He suddenly wanted to find out.
He began pulling bottles out of the case and putting them on the counter, looking for another orange soda - and found one almost immediately. It felt surprisingly small in his hand. Popping the lid, he knocked it back...
Sun Mar 01 13:36:25 2020