Give them the equipment to do more than just *look* at your ass

(It'd be a real shame if someone wanted to fuck him, but couldn't...)

As you looked back at the girls, you could see the tell­-tale signs of arousal. They shifted in their seats as they grew packages like yours. That's how it had been since you started college: anyone fantasizing about having sex with you would find their body altering to fit their fantasies. It was only a temporary change, unless you actually had sex with them.

(Gawd, they almost look like boys now. So little effort to twist these strangers to my whims.)

Chloe was hyperventilating a little. Was something wrong? You tapped her shoulder.

(Huh? Oh yeah, you're right here. Gawd, I'd like to—Eep!)

Chloe's clothes creaked in protest as her body turned into a hung and busty porn parody of itself.

"Wow, Chloe, I've never seen anyone get it this bad, and I never knew you thought about me this way. You must have a lot of self control."

"I dunno... when I saw you, it was like I'd never gotten a good look before. I must have just been really oblivious."

"Well, you've got a lot of changes to burn off. I'll cover for you, just let me know when you're done."

(Okay, Chloe, think. You've got a dick that's at least a foot long, and balls to match, a pussy that's begging to be filled, to say nothing of the ass that rivals his. Head-size breasts that would feel oh so good wrapped around his shaft, pillowy lips, and the conviction that you have complete control over your gag reflex. This body is insane. The responsible thing to do is to jack off until it all goes back to normal.)

Chloe seemed to have frozen up. You waved your hand in front of her face. "Hello? Chloe?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I want to..."