The sun was slipping beneath the horizon as Meg finally made it out of town, walking along the highway. She had spent the last several hours in a panic, cleaning up, finding clothes that didn't rub against her new body painfully, packing every thing she could into the duffle bag currently on her back, and cleaning out Sharon's account with her ATM card. Now that she was finally out of town, opting to walk and hitchhike when she could to save money, she finally began to relax.
As soon as she did so, she felt her tentacles thrash around inside her, and her pussy, all of it grew slightly damp. She stopped walking, and forced herself to calm down, forced herself not to give in to the urges she was feeling on and off all day, especially when she was near people.
Like the time I was standing in line at the ATM machine behind that lady and her daughter. I wanted to just open my legs and swallow them up, fuck then with my tentacles, fill their mouths with my tongue...This isn't helping! Stop this now, Megan!
She shut her eyes, and forced her mind to go blank. When she finally felt her body cool down, she opened her eyes to see night had fallen. She glanced at her watch. Two hours had passed since she stopped walking! She shrugged, and continued.
Another two hours had gone by, and Meg had to admit she was getting tired. This had been a draining day to say the least. Several cars had passed her on and of all night...time for a little hitchhiking she decided. She was wearing a blouse that buttoned all the way up to her neck, and a skirt that fell to just below the knees, and sneakers. Panties seemed a little pointless to her now. She bent over, hiked her skirt up to mid-thigh height with one hand, stood, and stuck out her thumb with the other.
the response was immediate. A car zoomed passed her, then immediately slammed on his breaks as they pulled over. Meg ran up to it, to discover:
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