Blue, Mitch, Allie and Sue got to the restaurant, and a waitress led them to a booth where the four of them sat, Mitch and Blue on one side, the girls on the other. Mitch was in a daze, not comprehending what was happening to these girls, or why no one but him seemed to notice.
Should I say something? He wondered. He looked at these two girls, smiling across the table at him, and the thought disappeared from his head. They seem fine. I'm sure if something were wrong, they'd know about it... right?
Not one to complain about a good thing, Mitch happily got comfortable in his seat, next to the wall, and enjoyed his newfound company.
Blue watched with a satisfied smile. Well, she thought, he seems to be handling it well. I wonder how well he'll take it if... she smiled to herself. Invisibly, she set a new transformation into motion and casually started reading the menu in front of her.
Mitch, making small talk with Allie and Sue about music and concertgoing, didn't think anything of it when he felt his penis swell up slowly. His eyes were drawn to the girls' wonderful breasts, their soft lips, and their piercing eyes, and his growing erection only seemed natural. For half a minute or so, Mitch continued listening to their account of the last show they had seen, until he felt his penis getting uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat, trying to adjust his pants to allow room for his stiffening dick, but he became very confused as he realised that his penis was actually travelling down his pant leg. He discreetly placed his hand on top of his jeans. His eyes widened as he felt the bulge extending halfway down his left thigh, and stretching still further! He left his hand where it was, and could actually feel his penis elongating, moving from his palm to his knuckles, stretching ever so slowly out to his fingers.
He risked a glance down to at his lap and was amazed to see that it looked like he had two cans of soda tucked into his underwear. Mitch had never liked baggy clothes, and his left pant leg was clearly being pulled to its accommodation point.
"Mitch?"
Mitch started. "What?"
The two girls laughed. "Earth to Mitch?" joked Sue.
"Oh. Uhm, I... sorry, I was, uh..."
"I said," Allie began, "What was the last concert you saw?"
I can't think about this right now! Thought Mitch. "I, uh... a local band. Uh, Red Brick House."
"Oh, I love going to see local bands!" Allie responded. "You know, you can see some really good shows..."
Thank God she likes to talk, thought Mitch. His penis was now almost at his knee, and showing no signs of slowing down. The fabric of his jeans was squeezing it, and it was all Mitch could do not to wince. A small ri-i-ip sound could be heard from under the table, and Mitch clenched his fists in embarrassment, but, to his relief, no-one seemed to notice. What do I do? He thought.
There was nothing to do. He sat between Blue and the wall, grinding his teeth in anxiety and pleasure, while the fabric slowly gave way, until his penis leapt free from its confinement. With a final r-i-p noise, his penis swung upwards and slapped the underside of the table.
THUNK went his penis as the table shook slightly. Allie and Sue looked at each other. Blue smiled knowingly, though Mitch didn't notice. "What was that?" Sue asked. Allie, sitting across from Mitch, started to adjust her position to look under the table.
"HEY, is that our waitress?" Mitch exclaimed. "I'm really hungry. Do you know what you're having? What's good here? I've never been here. What about the burger? The burger looks good, doesn't it?"
Sue looked at Mitch bemusedly. "Uhm... yeah, I guess it looks good. I think I'm going to have a sandwich, though..." Allie was now looking at the menu as well. Blue was looking at Mitch. Mitch continued to not notice. Thank God... crisis averted. He looked down at the menu, wondering how he was going to leave the restaurant.
After a moment, though, he came to a realisation: his penis was still growing. He could feel the head rubbing against the underside of the table, stretching further and further away from him. He pulled himself against the back of his seat as far as he could, but it gave him no more than an inch of extra room. As the three girls chatted about the different items on the menu, Mitch cringed as he felt the head of his penis slip out from under the other side of the table. A few more seconds and he felt a light bump as it gently touched Allie's stomach. She took her eyes off of the menu to see what was in her lap, and saw the head of Mitch's penis, the size of a grapefruit, peeking out from under the table.
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