No thanks, got to go

"N-no, I'm okay, thanks though," Aiden said quickly, taking advantage of his free moment of thought to try and push the door closed.

"You're lying, I can tell. Do you not want to talk about it with a stranger? Well, I'm Kaitlyn, I'm a sophomore, and I've been called too noisy for my own good."

Too nosy indeed, Aiden thought, his mind quickly redirecting his thoughts to how tight the petite girl would feel around his engorged cock.

"I need to go!" Aiden shouted, trying to drive the errant thoughts out of his head, if only for another moment. He pushed past the girl, hardly difficult given their differences in size, despite her protests.

"Hey, come on, what's wrong? You just got here and now you're running out? Would you just talk to me?!" the redhead said, almost jogging to keep pace with his hurried strides.

"No," Aiden growled, appreciating for the first time just how much his voice had deepened without him noticing. He stared Kaitlyn down, strongly considering forcing his dick down her throat to shut her up. "No," he said again with less intensity. "Just...bye." he quickly turned around and ran out of the library, leaving the cute sophomore behind.

Hardly watching where he was going, Aiden practically sprinted through the still mostly empty halls. Spying one of the large theater-style classrooms empty, he ducked inside and ran up the stairs to the back of the classroom. Gasping, he sank to the floor, though he was more worn out by his situation and rampant urges to fuck than due to the exertion of running.

"What is going on with me?" he asked the dark empty room, finally realizing just how much he had grown. He must have grown by at least eight inches, putting him well above the 6' mark he had wanted to reach for years. His sweatshirt, formerly baggy and hanging loosely on his body, was now tight, with the sleeves straining to contain his arms and the hem high enough to threaten to expose his newly defined abs. His hands were larger, hair slightly longer, and his shoes creaked treacherously. The waistband of his pants was the worst off though, straining to keep his strengthened cock constrained.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and the lights of the room flipped on, putting an end to Aiden's self-rediscovery. He smoothly slid into a chair, trying to appear as if he was waiting for class. Students started to filter in, slowly filling the room. The quiet room quickly filled with conversation, adding to the noise that filled Aiden's head. He could feel his mind straining again, his base instinct to fuck pounding louder and louder in his skull, encouraged by the abundance of bodies and the hum of voices.

"You good, man?" he heard a voice beside him ask. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a well-built guy looking at him with polite concern as he opened up a notebook.

"Yeah," Aiden said jerkily, still trying to get a hold of his thoughts and desire to pump his dick into any hole he could find. "Just...girl problems, I guess." The young man nodded understandingly.

"Dude, chicks are crazy. They want everything, but they won't tell you what and get pissed when you don't get it. Hot and cold at the flip of a coin. Had a girl change her mind right before we went at it. Terrible." Aiden nodded absently, only half listening. "Sometimes I wish I could just show 'em their place, you know? Show them what a real man is like. You get me?"