My pussy is throbbing for you. you read on your phone as your heart drops. You instantly text her saying she has the wrong number Oh my gosh please come over now!!!!! Delete the picture please I’m begging.

I can't... I need someone to be here with me. Just watch some TV and maybe... we could lay down together? Please don't make me beg any more.

Her eyes flutter closed as she breathes deeply, focusing on the image you send her. Within moments, she begins to relax and her body goes limp against yours. Her lips part slightly, moaning softly as her fingers twitch in your hair, almost unconsciously seeking more contact with you...

Her breathing slows and deepens as she slips into a peaceful sleep. Her body relaxes against yours, and you can feel her warmth seeping through your clothes. She murmurs softly in her sleep, unaware of the intimate position she's in or the boundaries she's crossed. You glance down at her necklace, noticing that there's a small key dangling from it - maybe that's the key to her husband's laptop? This newfound knowledge fills you with both anticipation and guilt...

You wake up the next morning, feeling slightly guilty about taking advantage of her drunken state last night... but also incredibly aroused by the memory of how she felt pressed against you. You glance over at her sleeping form, noticing that her necklace is gone - must have slipped off during your romp. As quietly as possible, you gather your things and sneak out of her house, leaving her unaware of your presence or the consequences of their drunken encounter.

She wakes up groggily, yawning and stretching as she blinks her eyes open. The events of the previous night are hazy at best; all she knows is that she feels incredibly warm and content. She glances around, disoriented for a moment before remembering where she is. A pang of guilt hits her as she remembers how inappropriate it was to be so close to you last night... but then again, it felt so good.

With a sigh, she forces herself to get up and make some coffee.

As she gets ready for work, Ruth can't help but feel guilty about what happened last night. She tries to focus on her family and the fact that her husband will be home soon, hoping that this was just a drunken mistake. But deep down, she knows that something has changed between them... and she isn't sure if she wants it to go back to how it was before.

She spends the day at work, trying to focus on her tasks and forget about last night's events. As the hours pass, she begins to feel more distant from what happened; it feels almost like a dream now. Maybe if she just pretends it never happened, everything can go back to normal when her husband gets home... but deep down, she knows that things will never be the same between them again.

She shivers as she feels a strange sensation in her lower abdomen. It's almost like... arousal? But that can't be right; she's married and shouldn't be thinking about last night at all. She tries to focus on her work, but the memories keep creeping back into her mind, making it difficult for her to concentrate. Maybe a quick break would help clear her head...

She gasps as the sensation disappears, almost like she's been punched in the stomach. What was that all about? Maybe it was just her imagination running wild... but something tells her that last night meant more than she's willing to admit. As she sits on the toilet, trying to collect her thoughts, she realizes that her life has become a mess and needs to be fixed - starting with her marriage.

She sighs heavily and stands up, flushing the toilet before washing her hands. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she reminds herself that last night was a mistake; an aberration brought on by too much alcohol and loneliness. She needs to forget about it and focus on being a good wife when her husband gets home tonight. It won't be easy, but she can do this...right?

Her heart skips a beat as she feels the strange sensation return when she puts her bra and panties back on. It's undeniable now; something happened between them last night, even if she can't quite remember what. The guilt gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast, but so does an unfamiliar longing for... more. She needs to find a way to move past this, for the sake of her marriage and family.

With shaking hands, she reaches down and once again removes her bra and panties. The sensation intensifies as she does so, almost like it's a physical manifestation of the chaos within her mind. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before putting everything back on properly. As she does so, she promises herself that this will be the last time she thinks about what happened between them. It was just a drunken mistake; they need to forget and move on with their lives.

Slowly sitting on the edge of the toilet, a realization dawns on her – the sensation never truly left. It was her underwear all along.

After hours spent trying to understand why she kept feeling this strange sensation every time she put on her clothes, Ruth finally figured out the answer - it was her underwear causing these feelings.

The thought made her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and confusion at the same time. How could such mundane clothing items have this kind of effect on her? It didn't make any sense... but there was no denying what had been happening.

*Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Ruth decided that the best course of action would be to stop wearing any undergarments altogether.

With renewed determination, she throws out all her bras and panties, vowing never to wear them again. For the rest of the day, she feels lighter and more at ease; as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. The memory of what happened with you still lingers in the back of her mind, but it's not as strong or invasive as it was before.

A week passes, and with each day that goes by, the memory of what happened between us fades further into the recesses of my mind. I focus on my family and my duties as a wife; trying to forget about last week's drunken escapade and move on with my life. My husband returns from his trip, and while there are still some tensions in our marriage, we manage to work through them together.

Eventually, I even find myself believing that it was all just a dream...

One day at work, I feel an odd sensation in my lower abdomen. It's not unpleasant, but it's persistent and somewhat distracting. I try to ignore it, focusing on my tasks, but the feeling doesn't go away. As the hours pass, I start to wonder if there might be something wrong with me...

I excuse myself from my desk, heading to the ladies' room in search of privacy and answers.

As I examine myself in the mirror, I finally realize what's going on - my uterus and ovaries are contracting rhythmically. It's a strange sensation, but not unpleasant... almost like they're trying to tell me something. Perhaps this is nature's way of reminding me that even though last week was a mistake, I am still capable of feeling desire and passion.

I flush the toilet and head back to my desk, feeling both relieved and slightly empowered by this newfound understanding.

As the weeks pass, I begin to notice changes in my appearance; my skin becomes clearer and my hair seems fuller. My breasts seem perkier as well, and while I attribute some of this to wearing better-fitting bras at work, there's no denying that there's something else going on inside me. It feels like a newfound energy coursing through my veins; a reminder that even though life has its ups and downs, change can be good.

I decide to go in for a checkup at the hospital. I've been feeling so healthy and alive lately, it only seems right to make sure everything is okay on the inside. As the nurse leads me back to one of the examination rooms, I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through my veins; maybe there's something special about this new phase of life that I'm entering.

I can't help but feel a sense of disbelief as I hear the results of my examination; it turns out that my body is in remarkably good condition for someone my age! The nurse even guesses that I must be around twenty-four years old. Part of me wants to laugh at this absurdity, but another part relishes in the knowledge that despite everything life has thrown at me, I've managed to stay strong and healthy. Perhaps there's more to come yet...

As I return to the office after my checkup, I can't help but notice that my coworkers are treating me differently; with more respect and less condescension than before. It's almost as if they see me as a peer now, someone their own age. While it's flattering, it also makes me realize just how much my body language and demeanor have changed since last week; the memory of our encounter still lingers beneath the surface, influencing my every move and thought.

My measurements are... 36D-24-36 for my bust, waist and hips respectively; I stand at 5'7" and weigh 120 pounds with a shoe size of 8. My legs measure 33 inches from the knee to the ankle and my bra size is currently a full D cup.

As I spend more time sitting at my desk, I notice that my legs begin to feel a bit stiff and sore. To alleviate the discomfort, I make sure to take breaks often and stretch them out under my desk when no one is looking. Little did I know that these innocent movements would have such an effect on my physique; by the end of the day, my legs feel longer and leaner than ever before.

As I drift off to sleep at night, my breasts seem to swell and grow fuller; it's as if they're responding to some primal urge within me. In my dreams, I feel a warmth spreading through my chest; an overwhelming sense of pleasure that only intensifies with each passing moment. When I wake up in the morning, my nipples are hard and sensitive; proof positive that last night's events were no mere figment of my imagination.

As the days pass, I can't help but notice that my nipples are becoming larger and more sensitive; they seem to be constantly hard, even when I'm not aroused. It's an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. In fact, it almost feels as if my body is adapting to this newfound desire within me; like it's readjusting itself to better accommodate the changes taking place inside.

The absence of a bra and panties has made my nipples even more sensitive; they're constantly rubbing against the fabric of my clothes throughout the day, leaving me flushed and aroused. It's become increasingly difficult to focus on work or maintain any sort of professional demeanor when all I can think about is how good it feels to have them exposed.

I can't help but feel a sense of disbelief as I'm promoted and given a raise; it seems like my body has been the determining factor in these decisions rather than my hard work and dedication. Despite this, I'm grateful for the opportunity to continue growing within the company... though part of me wonders if there might be other ways for me to use my newfound allure.

The newfound freedom and privacy of my own office is both exhilarating and daunting; it feels as if the world is at my fingertips... and my body is just one more tool I can use to navigate it. As I settle into my chair, I can't help but notice a subtle shift within myself; my ovaries are beginning their weekly cycle of ovulation. It's as if they too are adapting to this new life, responding to the changes taking place around me.

As I sit at my desk, I feel an intense warmth spreading through my lower abdomen; my ovaries and uterus clench and release in rhythm, almost as if they have a mind of their own. This sensation is new, yet strangely familiar - like something deep inside me is awakening after years of slumber. I take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand, determined not to let these unfamiliar feelings distract me from work. But even as I type away at my keyboard, I can't ignore the pulsing heat between my legs;

My ovaries and uterus seem to be growing larger as well; it's almost as if they're expanding to accommodate this newfound desire within me. I can feel them pressing against my abdomen, demanding attention and release. It's both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time... like being teased by a lover who knows just how to push your buttons.

I try to concentrate on work again, hoping that the distraction will help ease the burning ache building up inside me.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the changes taking place inside me; my body is responding to this newfound desire in ways that are both alarming and exhilarating. My skin feels smoother, my hair shinier, and I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of vitality coursing through every vein. It's as if my very being is changing to accommodate this new phase in my life... and I have no idea where it will lead me next.

My legs seem to be changing as well; they're growing longer and leaner with each passing day. It's almost as if my body is evolving into something more suited for this new life I'm leading... a life of desire and passion. The sensation is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways that I never expected.

I try to concentrate on work again, hoping that the distraction will help ease the overwhelming sense of transformation taking place within me.

My waist seems to be shrinking, giving me a more defined silhouette, while my chest and hips appear fuller than ever before. It's almost as if my body is adjusting itself to better accommodate this newfound desire within me... or perhaps it's simply responding to the changes taking place deep down at the core of who I am. Either way, I can't deny that I like the way it feels; the power and confidence that comes with knowing your body is changing in such dramatic ways.

I can't help but feel a mixture of surprise and satisfaction as my career continues to progress; it seems that my body is indeed an asset in more ways than one. However, with this newfound success comes the increased intensity of my ovulatory cycles; my ovaries and uterus clench and release with such force that it's becoming increasingly difficult for me to concentrate on work.

The sensations are becoming almost unbearable; my ovaries and uterus clenching and releasing with such force that it feels as if they're trying to push their way out of me. I try to ignore the discomfort, focusing on the task at hand... but it's becoming increasingly difficult. Perhaps it's time for a break; some time alone to tend to these urges that seem determined to consume me from within.

The heat within me grows unbearable as I rush to the restroom; my uterus feels like it's trying to push its way through my abdomen. As I crouch down in front of a stall, I gasp in surprise when I see that my cervix has dilated and is now protruding slightly from my vagina. It looks so foreign and yet so familiar... like an invitation to something deeper, darker. With trembling hands, I reach down and touch it;

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before; my cervix feels impossibly large and open, as if it's been stretched to accommodate something immense. The thought both terrifies and excites me in equal measure... I can feel myself growing wet at the realization of what this might mean for me.