His head still spinning from his inexplicable spontaneous orgy at Ms. Kensington's place, Woody remained anxious to get downtown to the wrestling event. He found himself packed in a crowd, uncertain of how to proceed, but then joined a roar of applause as none other than Stacy Keibler stepped forward.
Across a great distance, Woody locked eyes with Stacy. It was a strange feeling, reminding him of that body fragrance commercial in which the female wrestler leaps right out of a ring onto a man rendered irresistible, yet she was definitely looking right at him. She turned away, but Woody couldn't forget it.
Nor, apparently, could Stacy. Minutes later, security guards approached Woody and told him that "Ms. Keibler" wished to see him.
Woody felt privileged just to be getting a glimpse of the event behind the scenes. He waited in a dressing room until Stacy arrived and sat across from him.
"Hi!" she greeted. "Listen ... I don't want you to think I make a habit of anthing like this ... but I took one look at you and I had this incredibly powerful feeling of, I don't know, deja vu or something -- "
"Stayyy-ceee!" teased one female voice outside the room. "We can't take all day!"
"Yeah, Stace!" teased another female voice. "We need you right back out here!"
"Christy, Michelle, give me one minute!" Stacy called back. She turned back to Woody. "Do I? Know you?"
"No, Ms. Keibler -- but you're about to!"
In a flash, Woody exposed his hidden-away tree trunk of cock. The vaguely green colossus shocked Stacy outright, causing her to bump back against a wall.
Woody groaned. For years, his darkest imagination had wanted Stacy at his sexual mercy, and here she was. He touched his sudden erection, and the simple touch was enough to urge it close to eruption.
"Sta-ceee!" chorused the two nagging intruders as they burst in just then. Woody had only a split second to recognize them as Christy Hemme and Michelle McCool before his monstrous phallus blasted glowing yellow goo all over them. He stared in lust and sheer amazement as the three women swiftly became far bustier verisons of their former selves, somehow a dozen times hotter than ever before -- and from their groans and sighs, he gathered that their personalities were just as swiftly becoming as sexed-up as their bodies.
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