A Change of Position (updated) (Patreon)

I wanted to give a little more prose this month. As part of my work to wrap up a bunch of the Vellas I started, I brought on a collaborator to flesh out what I had outlined so I could go back and edit it myself and save a little time. This story is the first we are experimenting with! I think the project is going well, and as I continue to work solo on what I write directly for all of you I think this is going to be a great way of generating more work without taking me from the other projects! At this time they desire to remain anonymous. Hope you enjoy, I'm excited to see how this goes! ~dS

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A Change of Position

EPISODE 1 - MONDAY

(written by Dan Standing)

"Fuck my life."

Cassandra dropped her purse to the ground and sighed. Back at her apartment the day had started fairly humdrum for a Monday. She'd showered, dressed, ridden the bus, all with little more than the average "It's Monday..." doldrums. She'd been prepared to have a typical day in the mailroom.

What she was now staring at was not "typical day" sort of stuff. While there wasn't any staff in the basement sorting room over the weekend, that didn't stop the postal service from sending down the delivery shoot the Saturday bags of mail. Cassandra had expected to walk in and find that.

But what greeted her was instead three large bags of small boxes and envelopes that had...at first it appeared that the mail bags had burst open upon striking the warm room's tiled floor, but that wasn't quite right. This looked more like they've been ripped open, mail and packages torn open and scattered all over. Bills and trinkets and adverts and office supplies were everywhere.

And on Mondays Cassandra was the only one on shift.

"Did someone leave a goddamn dog, or shit a hyena in here over the weekend?" the brunette hissed, looking around into the corners and under the four sorting tables to make sure no animal was still hiding somewhere. After she was certain the room was clear she marched over to the intra-office phone perched on the painted cinderblock wall and grabbed the receiver. She sat on a nearby table, her knee-length black pencil skirt riding up her thin thighs a few inches. Her dark pantyhose shimmered in the hot overhead lights.

"I need security," Cassandra sighed to the operator, and with a few clicks she was connected, "I need to file some sort of...property damage complaint, I guess? Someone will be down? Great, thanks." Hanging up with a swing hard enough to crack the plastic of a lesser phone Cassandra let out a long sigh as she used her toes to drop her modest heels off her feet to the floor. She stretched and wiggled the toes trapped inside the hosiery, shifting off the table and appreciating the cool-if-hard feel of the tiled floor on the pads of her feet.

Cassandra scooped up her purse before she had the chance to lose it in the mess. She plopped it onto the table she'd just hopped off of. It slumped over and the contents slid out, including a particularly steamy little paperback; the cover displayed the lush bodice-enhanced bosoms of the story's pair of lady lovers. Cassandra didn't notice it had made an appearance, instead standing with her hands to her hips considering where she should start first with the clean-up.

As Cassandra began moving items she believed were "contents" well-removed from their envelopes, security arrived. The mail-sorter could not help but glace up the long legs to the generous bust wrapped up in the guard's uniform, all of which was owned by a woman who introduced herself as Rebecca. The windowless room was already warm but Cassandra found herself getting even hotter as she watched the woman strut around the room and bend over examining whatever evidence she could find.

At one point Rebecca leaned over in Cassandra's direction, and she got a look down the security officer's dark brown cleavage. She was wearing a white bra that hugged tightly a generous pair of breasts. Cassandra was equally lusty to shove her face between them, and jealous that her below-average bust wasn't as luscious. Cassandra looked away as she felt her nipples plump up as if they were trying to make up for the low cup size.

Cassandra finally decided to distract herself by resuming the sorting. Her book was still out on the table as Rebecca walked by it.

"Oh, a little light reading material for later?" the security officer teased. Cassandra's face went red as she realized what Rebecca had spotted, and her complexion was more like a pomegranate than a peach as she turned around. Cassandra sighed as Rebecca flashed the cover, and then dropped the book into the purse.

"Uh, yeah, later..." Cassandra murmured. Her embarrassment had hold of her chest, barely letting her breath.

"Well, you'll have to let me know how it is," Rebecca winked. When the shame-frozen Cassandra barely replied Rebecca cleared her throat and resumed her more serious façade. "I suppose that's everything I need to know...we'll review the tapes from the weekend and get back to you."

Cassandra could only give a terribly forced smile and a thumbs-up, and Rebecca left without any further statement. As Cassandra heard the woman get onto the elevator her body was finally released from its embarrassment and she jumped up from her chair, kicking the closest pile of opened mail.

"Damn it, Cassandra, why did you have to be like that? Why can't you get over yourself? She's hot. And that was flirting! That was flirting, right? Oh shit, what if I was wrong...I mean, I didn't act wrong, right? But wrong for which situation..."

The fretting woman dropped herself into the chair next to her purse, her hosiery-clad feet dropping onto a number of items which had shifted under the table. One of these was a silver feather, and as Cassandra rested on it some of the thin barbs pushed through the material of her hose and gently rested against the skin of her toes.

With a deep sigh she pulled the book back out from her purse and leafed through it. Salacious words and phrases jumped out at her from this page and that page and Cassandra dropped the book to the table as she found herself getting aroused again.

"Fuck. Why I can't I live more like that? I wish by next Monday I was living my ultimate lesbian porn fantasy! Ah!"

Cassandra's toe twitched as the feather grew warm, and then vanished. Startled by the sensation she jumped up, but could not fathom what had touched her toe. Snapped from her self-loathing fantasy Cassandra sighed and got back to work.

Eight hours later she'd delivered what was deliverable, and sorted as best she could what wasn't. Thankfully there'd be help coming in the next morning.

The day done Cassandra headed home, microwaved herself some dinner, and went to bed, none the wiser to how things would begin to change for her as her body began to shift as midnight arrived...

EPISODE 2 - TUESDAY MORNING

(written by Dan Standing)

As her phone alarm slowly awoke her Cassandra felt a little warm. Her breathing was also slightly haggard. With a groggy groan she raised a hand and slid the prompt to snooze the beeping. In the past she'd have slipped back into the full extra fifteen minutes of sleep, but the light warmth caused her to fidget and roll, her thighs especially squirming. She also felt a strange shifting atop her chest.

Throwing the blankets from herself in a heated huff Cassandra opened her eyes and took some deep breaths. She wondered if the super had switched the radiators back on. All she'd worn to bed last night was a white cotton tank top and plaid boxer shorts, but Cassandra felt like she was wearing a sweater in summer.

Reaching out from the bed and running her hand over the cool radiator proved Cassandra's theory wrong. She shook the thoughts away as she decided to start her morning routine. She scratched her stomach as she stood up, yawned, and padded barefoot to the bathroom, her steps slightly shorter as her thighs continued to press together against her lower lips, a little flame lit within. Cassandra sensed her balance was slightly off, but she didn't think much of the imbalance while barely awake.

Groggily on auto-pilot Cassandra squeezed toothpaste onto her brush, wet it, and put it to her teeth. As the minty flavor tingled her tongue she fully opened her eyes and stared into the mirror.

And spat out the toothpaste in surprise.

Hanging from her ribs, hugged by the white cotton, were a pair of breasts bigger than what Cassandra had gone to sleep with. Dollops of minty foam were dripping from her lips through the stretched top onto actual cleavage.

Dropping the toothbrush into the sink Cassandra cupped her bust, the gentle slopes of soft squishy fat barely filling her hands. She'd felt the pressure on her ribs when she'd been breathing, but had totally zoned out over the jiggling flesh rocking into the fabric with each step to the bathroom.

Because that was impossible, right?

But her nipples hadn't thought it impossible. The sensitive nubs, usually no bigger than pencil erasers when hard, had been pushed into the shirt's fabric and rubbed themselves up to the size of sewing thimbles. They were perched upon roughly two inches of freshly grown breast flesh. Dumbfounded, Cassandra pulled her shirt off and watched as her tits rolled out of the hem and wobbled for the first time.

Both hands were quickly upon them, fingertips sliding over and squeezing the unexpected attributes. The mix of toothpaste and spit provided a nice smooth lube to explore her new inches. Cassandra felt a light carnal shiver rattle through her ribs and down her spine to her groin. Her already alit slit swelled and moistened and Cassandra's thighs squeezed tighter. She'd never before had such a reaction from palming her chest.

"No...shit..." the amazed woman muttered as she turned left and right, taking in her new silhouette. It was now she noticed that her boxers were stretched back a little as well. Her figure had grown a bit more hourglass on both ends. She dropped her breasts, letting them waggle atop her ribs, and slipped the boxers over her perkier rear. Shimmying the bottoms to the floor Cassandra could see a damp glisten beneath the matte of curls over her labia.

Just like her bust, her butt had bumped out about two inches. Cassandra again admired herself back and forth, this time running her hands over her ass. It was so soft and round, and she gave it a playful tap - sending another strike of arousal to her crotch.

She'd never flushed like that from contact on her ass before.

It'd felt good.

Cassandra so badly wanted to mash one nipple into her palm while fingering herself, but the snoozed alarm of her phone going off reminded her that she needed to get to work.

It was the ultimate mood killer, unexpectedly expanded assets or not.

EPISODE 3 - TUESDAY WORK

(collab edited by Dan Standing)

Wetting a washcloth and quickly wiping herself down, Cassandra dressed with equal speed. She managed a bite of toast and a sip of coffee before rushing out the door. It wasn't like anything in the mail room demanded she be any better kept.

Despite resisting any further direct play with her changed bits, Cassandra couldn't help but think about how much softer her ass felt as she rode into work. Those thoughts certainly stoked the fire betwixt her legs, but she could also feel that her pussy was doing just fine arousing itself. By the time she arrived at the mail room her throbbing pussy made the arousal she experienced earlier that morning feel like a PG-13 rated event.

Cassandra wondered if she'd have time to sneak away to the private bathroom for a few minutes to better inspect if her slit had experienced any changes beyond being hornier when-

“Hi, I’m Brenda Tran, the newbie around here!”

A woman greeted Cassandra as she stepped inside the mailroom, blocking any path and drawing all attention to herself. Her work top and pants betrayed a petite yet svelte body, lightly toned. Dark hair fell across a gentle and grinning face. “You must be Cassandra. They said I’d be training with you today.”

Cassandra extended her arm to shake the outstretched hand before her.

“I am...she,” Cassandra awkwardly confirmed, caught off guard. Fingers as soft as silk grasped her own. Until now Cassandra's arousal had remained contained within her, but this woman's touch caused her panties to dampen. “Nice to meet you, Brenda.”

Cassandra finished the greeting and quickly slipped her hand away as politely as possible. Shit. Was her growing sex-drive going to amp up her arousal from things as innocuous as a handshake? Was she wet enough below that this woman would be able to smell her?

A deep blush fell over Cassandra's face at the thought of being so horny someone could catch her scent.

But part of that was kind of a turn on, too - no! She had to get this under control.

She had to...right?

Brenda didn’t seem to notice Cassandra's anxiousness, or her horniness for that matter, and the new hire got right to work. Cassandra admired her eager work ethic. Side-by-side the pair sorted and delivered mail like two veteran partners. The rhythm of their work was like a dance, the motion of limbs passing mail and checking addresses sensual in its way. Being so in step with someone - even such a mundane task - was unusual for Cassandra.

She really liked it. And as she and Brenda shared small talk Cassandra found herself really liking Brenda.

Four or five times Cassandra had to physically stop herself from tucking Brenda’s long dark locks behind her ear. There were even more moments where Cassandra had to pull away her eyes from staring at Brenda's ass whenever she bent over for another mail crate. As they talked Cassandra felt a deep need to place her lips on her coworker's soft red pair probably a hundred times.

She was proud of herself for physically resisting, even as her mind envisioned grabbing Brenda by the hair and pulling her in for a deep tonguing over and over.

By the end of the shift Cassandra’s self-control had exhausted her to the point her libido was almost overwhelming her control. Almost, but not quite. Cassandra couldn’t wait to get home to her vibrator, hoping to hell it was charged and ready to go.

An image of what it would be like to have Brenda there with her flashed in her mind. She crossed her legs to massage the throbbing between them as she pictured the woman’s soft fingers teasing her before allowing the pulsing toy to graze her clit-

“Are you okay?”

Brenda’s concerned voice pulled Cassandra from her daydream, and she adjusted the collar of her work shirt before running her hand down her chest to smooth it out. It felt like the slope of her breasts had become even perkier since that morning.

“I’m fine,” she assured, “Just a little...hot.”

“That you are,” Brenda admired, a small smile forming on her face. She finally tucked back the strand of hair that had distracted Cassandra all day.

She nearly burst in her shorts on the spot.

“Excuse me,” Cassandra gasped, abruptly turning, “I think I should go splash some cold water on my face. I’ll be right back.”

Without looking or waiting for a response, Cassandra rushed to the small personnel bathroom at the end of the corridor. Immediately running the water, she stuck her hands under the faucet before pressing her cooled digits to her face and neck. Unfortunately, it did little to nothing to put out the fire she’d been trying to keep at bay all day.

Cassandra didn't think she had the strength to keep from jumping Brenda's svelte body before leaving work.

Knowing there was only one way to tame the flames, she took her newly dampened fingers and slid them into her blouse to squeeze one of her taught nipples. A moan released from Cassandra's lips and she rolled the hard nub between her fingers.

“You really are so hot.”

Cassandra turned to the voice to find Brenda standing in the open doorway, the one she’d thought she'd locked. Her coworker was staring, watching her play with her breast.

“Sorry to stare. I’d only followed you to make sure you were okay and I’m glad I did,” Brenda said before stepping into the tiny room and properly shutting and locking the door behind her.

Before Cassandra could get a word out, Brenda’s hand was slipping into her blouse and on top of hers, squeezing it to continue the interrupted massage. Brenda leaned in and her lips met Cassandra's in a feverish suckle. She wondered if they should be so brazen to do this work, but it all felt too good to stop.

Their pink tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths, the soft flesh a landmine of pleasure points. Cassandra didn't recall being so sensitive across her mouth before. Breathy moans, curling fingers, and hungry lips fought for dominance in the tight quarters.

Cassandra was in such a foggy state of arousal that she had lost all ability to focus on the pointy buds pushing against her bra. Luckily Brenda had eagerly taken over the task, the slight pinches of pleasurable pain traveling directly to Cassandra’s soaking wet folds.

With the aid of Brenda’s expert hands and tongue Cassandra felt the familiar tightening of her core, followed closely by a rush of liquid in her panties. The much-needed release caused her to finally separate from the saliva-soaked kiss, her head falling back against the wall in ecstasy. With her tongue hanging out and eyes rolled back, she felt her face flush red in both satisfaction and a tinge of embarrassment.

“I have to say, this has been the best first day of work I’ve ever had,” Brenda shared, seemingly unfazed by their risqué encounter as she wiped layers of shared spit from her mouth and cheeks.

Cassandra laughed.

“I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’ve wanted to do that, and more, with you all day.”

The admission had fallen from Cassandra's mouth more freely than expected as she'd thought it, more blush falling over her face.

“Well, maybe we can explore the ‘and more’ part of that after we leave,” Brenda suggested, rubbing against Cassandra’s tits - which still had two very clear signs of arousal showing through the garment. Cassandra noted it didn't feel like her nipples had any intention of getting softer anytime soon, the gentle beating pressure within them yet another point of arousal.

She was building quite the collection of those.

“I think I’d like that,” Cassandra agreed, noticing that her nipples were also now lightly ticklish to the touch. The women fixed their attire before exchanging numbers. Brenda soon had Cassandra’s address. As they turned to exit the cramped restroom Cassandra couldn’t help but notice Brenda’s already tiny frame seemed to have become even more cinched.

Even her ass, that Cassandra had spent plenty of the day studying, looked fuller in the usually unflattering mailroom pants. Cassandra wondered if whatever had enhanced her own assets that morning was somehow transferable to others. But why would the change have happened now? Did it have to do with Cassandra having orgasmed by Brenda's hand?

Thinking about this was making Cassandra hornier by the minute, and she had a few thoughts on how to test the theory...

EPISODE 4 - TUESDAY EVENING

(collab edited by Dan Standing)

It had barely been twenty minutes from when the pair had split ways after work when Cassandra gave in and texted Brenda to come to her apartment for the evening.

She giggled and her warmly horny body quivered  when she got back the response;

Great! I’d wanted to eat out tonight!

There was no conversation when Brenda knocked on the door and Cassandra opened it. Brenda was still in her work clothes.

Cassandra had answered the door naked, her plumped breasts and glistening slit on full display.

Brenda threw herself into Cassandra’s arms, the latter splitting her focus between literally ripping off her new coworker’s clothes and shoving her tongue down Brenda’s mouth. They stumbled through the apartment and finally landed in bed, a tangle of groping limbs.

From there it was a blur. Cassandra’s hands slid over and palmed Brenda’s delicate breasts, her little hard nips driving against her palms. She clenched and playfully spanked Brenda’s petite peach ass. And her tongue explored every nook and cranny.

The sounds of Brenda cumming from Cassandra’s fingers curled deep inside her tight pussy made Cassandra all the randier - and she hadn’t yet found relief from her ignited libido.

Recovered from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had, Brenda made it a point to focus on her new lover’s needs. It was now Cassandra’s mind began to blur from pleasure, her eyes lightly crossing while her tongue lolled from her lips as her first cum from Brenda that evening washed over her.

It wouldn’t be the last.

As Cassandra’s consciousness slipped into a fog of orgasms she thought she could feel Brenda’s butt cheek gripped in her fingers become softer amidst her grasp.

It would be many hours and orgasms before Cassandra’s mind finally started to find its way out of the deep afterglow. The pair were laying in bed, a rumpled sheet barely covering their legs. One of Cassandra’s hands rolled her fingers lazily across her increasingly moistened slit.

Brenda, who was sound asleep next to her, had proven to be a perfect case study and left Cassandra with a tentative ‘yes’ to her orgasm theory. The coworker was laying on her stomach, an unmistakably rounder rear curving upwards. Cassandra was admiring the ‘S’ curve that had formed in Brenda’s newly rounded waistline, her free hand gently tracing her slumbering lover’s curves - enough to arouse Brenda and draw goosebumps, but not wake her. She worked to recall their last orgasm of the night - the one that had convinced Cassandra that Brenda was changing.

A popping sound rang out as Brenda’s suctioning lips released Cassandra’s hard nipple. They then kissed their way down, brushing against Cassandra’s ribcage, past her belly button, blushing mons, and matte of curls. A warm breath followed by soft licks to her clit had Cassandra squirming for more contact but Brenda refused to increase the pressure, instead placing one of Cassandra’s legs over her shoulder to keep her thighs apart.

Slow but deliberate flicks of her tongue continued to assault the tender nub and had Cassandra’s slick walls clenching at air. Gripping the pillow tucked behind her head, she’d screamed out when Brenda took the broad side of her tongue and licked from her drenching hole to the top of her folds. Fitting her entire mouth over Cassandra’s wet center, a vacuum of pressure and flurry of licks had Cassandra’s toes curling as she exploded in Brenda’s mouth.

Cassandra could swear she’d heard Brenda’s flesh growing…her skin stretching…her body softening…

The reminiscing woman raised her caressing hand from Brenda’s blooming butt and put it on her own expanded breast as her fingers and thoughts pushed her to the cusp. Cassandra felt her warm cream shoot out hot depths onto her fingers as she pleased herself from the memory and the vision beside her. She again felt her eyes gently turn inward and her tongue briefly poke from her lips.

Despite the orgasm she’d just had Cassandra almost immediately felt herself become hungrily wet again, but she was physically exhausted.

I’m a horny bitch and I love it! was her last thought before drifting to sleep.

EPISODE 5 - WEDNESDAY MORNING

(collab edited by Dan Standing)

She wanted to kiss them. She wanted to knead them and mold them with her fingers. She wanted to roll her tongue around each bud before bringing her hot wet mouth around as much of them that would fit into it as possible.

Them being the damn near perfect set of tits Cassandra had woken up with this morning. She’d felt them the moment she woke up, the pressure on her ribs a reassuring and safe feeling. But seeing them was very different.

Whereas yesterday her breasts had been rounder and fleshier, today there was no mistaking their massive size and firmness. Turning in the mirror to admire them from the side, she figured they were giving Pamela Anderson circa Baywatch a run for her money.

With the increase in size was also sensitivity. Her equally larger nips were rock hard in the cooled breeze from the window air conditioner. Cassandra didn’t feel they were yet sensitive enough to make herself cum just from breast play - but whatever clothes she could get over them would absolutely be a distraction all day.

Hell, she hadn’t showered for fear of what the sensation of water running over her enhanced form would do to her. The soapy handrag she’d used to wipe away as much of the funk of fucking as she could had been enough of a threat to her morning schedule.

Cassandra’s breasts were not all that had changed. When she woken up she’d felt her hips raised slightly from the bed, and as she now rotated in front of the mirror Cassandra could see how much rounder and, well, juicier her ass had become. It was soft, and as she caressed it there was a jiggle that swiftly settled into the peachy curve. Was it possible her hips had widened slightly as well?

Maybe that was just a trick of the eye - Cassandra did think her waist looked slimmer. And below it, between toning thighs, was her pussy. Compared to what she felt at the moment, yesterday was now more like mild arousal and…moistiness. There had been some ebb and flow of need.

This, though…Cassandra turned to face the mirror. Her boobs were so big, their curves so rounded, her cleavage so “naturally” tight, that there was no way she could see beyond her chest without help. And, down her body, nestled between her hips, was her puffy, glistening, slit.

Wet was the driest way to describe it. Cassandra doubted she could put on panties without eventually getting them damp. And workout shorts or bikini bottoms wouldn’t be able to hide the camel toe that would be created by her freshly swollen and sensitive folds. The nest of curly pubes which had adorned it yesterday was now smaller, shaped vaguely like a heart. And yesterday’s carnal needs were merely peckish compared to the empty hunger that now gripped Cassandra below.

Despite the impossible strangeness of it all, Cassandra thought it all made her feel very…sexy.

Of course, she recognized there were downsides to what was happening to her body. The black lace cups of her bra fit more like nipple pasties. Cassandra padded back to the closet - noting a pronounced spring in her step which sent her bosom bouncing and an increased sense of ticklishness in her toes as she trod over the carpet - to find anything she could wear and not resemble a street hooker.

The bounce of her bigger boobs commanded her attention, and Cassandra’s resistence to lifting them and motorboating herself briefly faltered. She wondered how anyone with breasts this size managed to do anything all day but play with them. Worship them.

Or coax others to pay them the attention they demanded.

The adorning of a very unflattering set of sweatshirt and sweatpants help sate these impulses. The sweatshirt was large enough that Cassandra’s bigger bust was mildly hidden. She noticed that the shape of her boobs was barely impacted by the heavy material - but her sensitive breast flesh certainly felt every little fiber and knot rubbing upon them.

Tightly wrapped around her hips and lower lips was the largest pair of panties Cassandra could find in her drawer, more lacey and fancy then she’d usually wear to work. She could feel them pressed against her fattened labia, but they were still fairly dry.

Her breasts had made getting the sweatpants and shoes on somewhat challenging. The sweatpants were tied tightly around her hips. She’d pulled her sneakers onto her feet, although Cassandra felt a mild burn down her soles and in her calves that wasn’t relieved until she slipped a bit of padding in under her heels.

Stepping into the bathroom to check her hair and make up Cassandra noted for the first time that the features of her face looked a little shifted. Her nose was slightly smaller, her eyes a bit wider, her lips a tad plumper. A light fade of color was already spread over her face, to which Cassandra added a little more blush and highlighting. Red lipstick completed the look.

Ready to go, Cassandra first slipped back into the bedroom. Brenda was still laying asleep and naked in the bed, bumped-up bare ass pointed at the ceiling. Cassandra was so grateful for how her new coworker had made her feel - and a tad guilty over the thought of her orgasms changing Branda’s body perhaps without her knowledge - that Cassandra had decided to let her sleep in and cover for her at the mailroom. She scribbled a quick note explaining some of that before leaving for work.

EPISODE 6 - WEDNESDAY WORK

(collab edited by Dan Standing)

The trip to work, with Cassandra’s breasts wobbling with every step and bounce against the interior of the sweatshirt, was challenging. She wanted so badly to slip a hand into her sweatpants and try to relieve the growing arousal, but Cassandra knew that her new body would just build up that desire again. The best thing to do was focus as best she could on work and get through the day and back to - hopefully - Brenda.

What would a few more orgasms do to her new lover?

And the morning was busy. Envelopes and packages to be sorted and transferred through the building. It’d already been an exhausting task, but now Cassandra was doing it around two large tits that gave her naughtier and naughtier impulses every time she bumped them or knocked them into a box. She could feel her panties gradually getting more and more moist through the morning.

The work was still drudgery, and Cassandra had to admit that the only thing which was any fun about the hours was feeling her arousal build and build…

Before Cassandra realized it, lunch was already upon her. Once again the urge to slip away and masturbate gripped her mind, but with so much to do while understaffed - admittedly, that was by Cassandra’s own doing - she dared not risk starting an orgasmic cycle she may not want to break out of. Even the idea of slipping off her panties to pat them dry a bit was risky, and Cassandra cinched even tighter the sweatpant’s string to give herself some sense of self-control.

to be continued...