On the Train [Growth, Public sex, Frottage]

On the Train

Contains: Growth, pheromones, public sex and group arousal, frottage.

Hope you enjoy! I'm thinking about continuing this with Misaki taking other women on the train and more growth to the point of hypercocks.

No...

It was a silent moan, a plea as Misaki felt another hot flash rush through her with it centering most strongly between her thighs. Those flashes weren't as close together when she got on the train to head home, so she thought she had enough time- or it was just a false alarm. But no, no this was definitely the real thing and she was nowhere near her station. On top of that this evening train was one that had stops at the major hubs for the sake of easing the commuter traffic. Even if she did get off at the next one she would have to wait another fifteen minutes and by that time...

Another flash. This time she had to sink her teeth into her lower lips as her clit throbbed harshly and she felt it begin to twitch.

To grow.

It itched as it started to thicken and nudge out of the neat hood. She knew just how it looked doing so because she watched it happened in perverse fascination in the privacy of her apartment or- sometimes in the sequester of a bathroom when things got out of control unpredictably. Closing her eyes tightly, Misaki tried to think of the least arousing things that she could: like the hours of meetings she'd sat through earlier in the day with how dry they were, going in circles over information they didn't need to pick apart as much. She thought about her quarterly reports. She thought about her boss: old and stern and wearing all the years of his office career on his face. Deep breaths. She counted in and out for ten beats to try and slow the picking pace of her pulse. If she didn't get excited any more, if she just concentrated hard enough maybe it would stop here...

But her body continued on stubbornly imposing its need on her. Her clit- her cock had to be an inch or two by now and it was poking at the delicate fabric of her panties causing more friction to encourage it on. Misaki shuddered, resisting the urge to rock her hips forward and get more. She bit her lower lip harder and gripped the railing above her head as tightly as she could. It always...felt good. Too good, even if there was a strange ache that came along with it.

As her cock flushed up against the barrier of her underwear and her sharply-tailored pants Misaki started to cave to the inevitable. Every few moments another thick flash would run through her and her length would surge- obscene and wonderful. It was probably not too odd that she was standing there with her eyes tightly shut but she opened them and glanced around as if someone might be watching or noticing the change overcoming her. The car was a women's only one and Misaki preferred them much like other women did. The other passengers were engrossed with their own personal business – on their phones or talking or simply waiting out the time