Time for a check-in

It doesn't take long for the two of you to make it out to the quad again, and as soon as there's no one else within earshot, you frown down at Ava. "What the heck was that?"

"What was what?" She asks, looking up at you quizzically.

"With Julie just now. It felt like you were, I don't know... pimping me out." You rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

"Ooh, my big, tough boyfriend didn't like getting his dick sucked?" You can tell she's trying to be cute, but it comes off a little mockingly. "Ever since you arrived on campus, I think literally every straight woman here has been dreaming of fucking you -- and probably a few of the lesbians, too. I definitely didn't need to **** Julie to want to blow you, that's for sure."

"It's not that. You didn't even bother to see if I was interested!"

"Well, you were, weren't you?"

"That's not-- it's beside the point."

Ava stops. "Wait, are just playing the **** stud here, or are you actually mad at me?"

"I'm definitely annoyed with you, that's for sure."

"Oh, uh... I'm sorry, I thought this was, like, you playing hard to get or something."

"No! Ugh, is it so hard to believe that I don't actually imagine fucking every woman I come across?"

"Hey, hey, it's OK."

You sit heavily down on a bench on the edge of the quad, the wood slats creaking audibly as your huge frame settles down onto it. "Yeah, I'm OK, this is just... a lot to take in? The changes, I... they add up. I mean, look at me. I'm practically a giant, with a massive cock and a girlfriend whose tits are easily twice as big as the next pair on campus. And none of that was true forty-eight hours ago, even if at least some of my memories tell me otherwise." You let out a big sigh.

Ava sits down next to you and rests a hand on your thigh. "Hey, I'm sorry. I've been... I've been selfish, haven't I?"

"It's not your fault."

"Maybe, maybe not. But I've definitely been focused on how much I'm enjoying having King Stud for a boyfriend over what said boyfriend actually wants. And that's not right." She leans against you, and her massive tits settle into your lap. "I'm sorry. I should have asked before hooking you up with Julie."

"...apology accepted." You say. "And it was hot. But I just wanted a little more input before you just yanked my pants down for her."

"Duly noted for next time." She looks up at you, craning her neck. "Damn, you really are huge now."

"Seven-foot-two and three-hundred-and-thirty-five pounds on an empty stomach," you rattle off, the numbers coming to mind immediately.

"And I wasn't kidding with Julie when I said I thought you might be sixteen inches long down there. It's going to break me in half."

"Oh, is my little busty girlfriend scared of the monster she's created?"

"Not on your life, stud." A cocky grin breaks out on her face. "And if I really can't take it all, well... you could always just change me again."

The idea of changing her even further reminds you of that other change. "Wait! I was meaning to tell you... something changed with the options."

"What? When? What is it?"

"When I was fucking you alongside Monica. There's a new option, before it just said 'you' or 'her' but now it also says... 'bank'."

"'Bank'? What does that mean?"

"I don't know. Maybe it just means I don't have to make a change? Store it away for later? I haven't picked it yet."

"Well, heck... we should test it out!"