Ethan wakes up the following day with an underlying sense of Stockholm syndrome, still unaccustomed to the changes.
He tries to brush it away for now as he enters the bathroom and starts his morning routine.
Previously, he’d have his morning jack-off session to pictures of Nicole he’d saved from her social media profiles.
Now, he is masturbating while admiring his new physique in the mirror, his own cock now feeling strange in his own hands, previously a little weasel of a thing, now an enormous beast.
When he reaches climax, he moans, "Ahhhh...Nic-Nicole!" out loud. And that is usually the signal to get out of the shower; 5 minutes is all he needs to get ready, anyways.
The showerhead soon stops running as he dries off and puts on his clothes for the day.
He’s still wearing the same hoodie he’s had on for the past two days, though at least the jeans are a new pair he hasn’t worn since his mother gave them to him for Christmas last year.
He locks the dorm door behind him and takes unfamiliar, confident strides through the dormitory halls leading to the university entrance.
And he already couldn’t help but notice the overwhelming attention he has been getting from girls all around him.
Where he had suspected that everyone would be looking at him in disgust, knowing that it wouldn’t take long before Nicole and Jack spread the news like wildfire. Now all he sees are blushes from both juniors younger than him and girls in senior years, one of them being Margaret.
A senior in the computer science department, she used to mock him with her friends almost every day.
She is also in the uni’s swimming team and would on purpose tease him for looking at her busty ass; he could’ve sworn that he saw the edges of her red pussy at some point when she was leaving the swimming pool.
Now, her own cheeks betray her a deep shade of crimson red, and Ethan can’t help but imagine himself fucking her one day and turning her into a mindless, obsessed sex slave.
But for now, he makes haste towards the class; the attention, while welcome, is also extremely overwhelming. He was never used to this, and he found himself a little light-headed after all.
Upon entering, he was disappointed to find that not many were in attendance but also somewhat relieved in hindsight. Nicole shares this class, Human Anatomy 201, with him. Yet she is nowhere to be found; he is not sure what to make of it.
But he can’t wait until he sees the regret etched on her features; he thinks to himself, "Oh, I can’t wait to see her all over me soon enough!"
The only girl in the presence is Mira, a lonely nerd girl with a fucking annoying voice.
She was sitting at the corner of the classroom, which Ethan noted was quite unusual of her.
Usually, she’d sit in the front row waiting patiently for any questions so she could stroke her ego. He took a seat in the middle row, and the Human Anatomy lecturer started the lesson, taking note of the ridiculous absences with a tired sigh.
"Today we will be talking about the human male reproductive system," the lecturer began, to which immediately Ethan understood why Mira decided not to sit in the front row. Something about this got him aroused, as the teacher started presenting diagrams and images of different cock anomalies. He found the whole thing quite amusing while hearing muffled laughter from the other students sitting at the back.
He could notice Mira occasionally stealing glances at him, which reminded him of his newly acquired exquisite features.
He chuckles to himself a little, still in disbelief of it all.
A risky idea takes shape in his mind, and on impulse he chooses to act on it, deciding to switch seats and sit beside Mira.
She glances back at him, annoyed, her ponytail brushing the window curtain as she looks at him in confusion. "Hey, Mira," he leans in and whispers, "I’m just wondering...you know...do you find this interesting?"
A deep blush forms on her cheeks as she stutters to form a sentence, "I...I..." She pauses, then briefly looks at him, both of them making eye contact. "What do you mean?"
"This whole...lecture," he gestures vaguely at the board, "you know you are not forced to attend every class in existence, right?"
Her blush only deepens as she clears her throat before looking at the table in front of her. "I’m just trying to maintain my attendance score...okay!"
"Ah... So you would actually put yourself through all of this, just for a little score...?"
"Interesting," he says, making no effort whatsoever to conceal the fact that his eyes have drifted away from her face... Going a little lower, down toward her breasts.
"Fucking hell, I never realized you were packing so much," he muttered quietly to himself. completely unaware that he had spoken a bit louder than he intended.
Mira was caught off guard right away and let out a gasp that was a touch too loud. "What was that?!" she said, turning around to face him.
The lecturer could tell that something was brewing at the back of the room, so he stopped the lecture. For a brief moment, Ethan could feel his heart pounding hard against his ribcage.
Fortunately, the professor picked the lesson back up and continued teaching. And much to his own astonishment, he noticed a brief smile, almost no more than a flicker, playing on Mira’s lips.
After the lecture had come to an end, Ethan stepped aside to let her pass, as he could tell that she seemed to be in something of a hurry to get away.
"Ohh...mira...you don’t know what you just got yourself into," he mumbled quietly to himself.
His eyes fixed on her long skirt as he pictured the curves concealed beneath it.
He trailed behind her as they made their way down the hallway, and then, all of a sudden, she made a sharp turn that led her straight into the women’s bathroom. Even though he was unsure at first and held back a bit, he decided to take a quick, cautious peek inside, only to discover that there was no one else in there at all. It was just him and Mira.
Before she had a chance to lock the stall behind her, he forced his way in.
BARGE!!!!
She let out a brief scream of both terror and surprise before he clamped his hand over her mouth and overpowered her.
"Wha—"
He locked the stall behind him, then raised a finger to his lips. "Shhhh.... I know you want this," he whispered into her ear, just before her other hand struck his right cheek with a thunderous clap. Ethan touched the area she struck him in, and it only further ignited his arousal.
He instantly unzipped his pants and drew out his impressive cock, 15 cm soft... Mira was taken aback by its length and size, her blush deepening further.
He gently took her hand and let her wrap her sleek fingers around it, trembling against the massive shaft.
Almost as if Ethan’s cock washed away any resistance in that instant.
He started to pull off her skirt in haste; she whispered in a soft, ragged breath, "Someone will catch us."
Yet the two of them were far too consumed in lust to pay any attention, their lips meeting in a kiss while his hands continued working to undress her. When her pink kitty-coated panties slide between her legs, she makes no effort to hide her wetness, which is practically seeping through down to her legs.
"You’re wet..." Ethan blurts out, trying his best to keep it cool, just barely. This is his first time with a girl after all
...And of all the girls, it just so happens to be the class nerd.
When he takes a step back to really look at her, he’s stoked to see she’s every bit as curvy as he hoped. standing there naked in front of him, her cheeks burning bright red while her eyes glued to the tiles beneath them where her clothes are undone...
Almost as if she is happily presenting herself.
Her boobs, in Nicole terms, are about 1.5 Nicoles. And just looking at them makes Ethan even harder. He grabs a handful of her breasts in his palms and presses her firmly against the stall while she lets out a moan. "B-...be gentle."
That voice of hers, once so irritating, now sounds like pure pleasure to his ears, as his dick makes its way toward her entrance. Lust has a funny way of helping you forget those little things about people that used to annoy you.
Though it did not happen right away, to the embarrassment of both of them, she ended up having to spread her pussy lips apart with one hand and guide him into place with the other.
In that very instant, she clapped her hand over her mouth the moment his dick pushed its way inside the slick, wet entrance of her pussy, and muffled moans slipped out of her without her meaning to as she felt the full length of him filling her.
And just as the two of them began to pick up their pace, the wet, slapping sounds of meat pounding against meat filling the air, a sudden flash flickered from somewhere above them; Mira spotted it right away and let out a scream.
The other girl likewise ends up screaming because of Mira’s screech, and in the very next moment she tumbled head first onto the stall, landing directly on top of Ethan.
He struggled to comprehend what was happening in front of him, making him stagger backward, almost losing his balance as he trips over his own jeans, which are hanging low around his ankles.
"Clara!?" he says. "What the fuck are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Nicole!?" He posed the question as the poor Blondie struggled to stand up, only to find herself sandwiched between two horny incels who are obviously in the heat of the moment.
When she looks down, she sees Ethan’s enormous, hardened cock resting against her thighs.
"OH..."
"MY"
"GOD!!!!!!!!!"