You finish the movie (alt)

You drift off to sleep only to be woken by a slight yelp from Eve. Shooting up, memories of the last evening come screaming back. Your eyes dart around the room. Kayla is nowhere to be seen.

As you think, did I really just alter reality? Over and over again? You feel the ring on your finger and wonder if it wasn't all a dream. A dressed Brad comes into the room behind Eve and cries out "Busted!" before slapping your girlfriend's ass hard, sure to leave a hand impression on it, standing up sharply. Before turning around and pressing her finger into his chest.

"Look Brad, we get you have needs like any other man. Just because you have a small dick doesn't mean you have to get back at women, by smacking us so hard," Eve yells back near the door, "you weren't even masturbating, so that clearly had nothing to do with your sexual needs."

"It got me hot," he responded in the most casual douchebag move, making your girlfriend's eyes widen and yelp in frustration.

"Fuck, we need a new roommate," she lamented. You can only imagine from finger print. Anger wells up inside you, about to make a change, your girlfriend walks over to you and presses her butt into your hand and wiggles it back at forth, before urging you to "come on, smack it," while blowing at kiss at you, clearing wanting to give you what Brad got or better.

Realizing, your change caused this, it does turn you on. You slap her ass with a modest bit of **** and caress it for a while. Satisfied she stands up slowly accentuating her curves before bending over and kissing you. "See Brad? That is how it is done. Now, what the fuck are you doing in Kayla's bed??"

"I gave her a treat and then passed out after cumming?" you ask wondering if it was even possible that could be accept...

"Oh, okay," she responded blushing.

Brad just yells, "Nice! My bro!" realizing for her to take it with a stride you must be huge. Otherwise, it would be a huge social blunder, "Again nice to meet you stud, sure we'll meet up at some point. Later Eve! Thanks for letting me blow my load all over you, looking forward to next time!" he waves to you and Eve on his way out. Eve says a quick goodbye as if what he said was completely normal.

You feel unease at this guy living with your girlfriend, thinking about him using her body whenever he wants but you know it'll be short lived and unfulfilling to her. You push those thoughts aside, already aware you've changed reality more than you intended, as Eve slides up to you on the bed.

"Come on," your girlfriend motions you to leave her roommates bed and bedroom.

"Oh, yeah, right," you respond following her to the kitchen, before sitting down to have double chocolate coco puff cereal and coffee for breakfast with Eve, like the mature College students you are.

A few minutes later the bathroom door opens and Kayla climbs out and she shambles out in all her nude glory. She sees you both and gives a half wave, groggy and tired. Eve pauses and laughs at her, "Too early for the princess?".

"Gah yeah, I needed another nap and shower after..." she pauses, "well, my mouth tastes fucking amazing, so I'd hate to ruin it but I do need to rehydrate. Just need some water or something..." Kayla says as she rummages through the fridge seeking the pitcher.

Neither notice your face growing red. She eventually gets a glass filled and heads back to her room. "Fucking amazing taste, eh? Don't I know it." Eve nudges you. "I'd be pissed if you cock wasn't go giant it was literally a crime against womanhood, not to share it, but don't share it so much, you can't get it up for me, okay?"

Breathing a sigh of relief, Eve and you finish having breakfast. As she puts the dishes in the sink, your girlfriend whispers into you ear, "think you can manage another delicious treat for me? We got to make it quick. Kayla and I still gotta shop. I still can't believe I managed to pry myself away from this monster, for even a weekend," as she stares at it, encased in your clothing from last night, in half awe, half worship, as it hardens under her touch.

Frustrated, reminded of her NY trip with Professor Miles, you wish another two inches onto your cock and for an equal amount removed from Professor Miles. He wouldn't be so cocky now. Speaking of which, you wonder how he's doing and fish out your phone from your pants, as your girlfriend motions for you to stand up a bit so she can tug your pants downward, as you place your hands behind your head. You'd be curious to measure someday. Probably, you'd have ballparked it at nine or ten inches? Now eleven or twelve? From possibly but rare to absurd.

"So long. How?" she asks stunned by the additional growth.

"Babe, you left me blue balled for like two weeks," you lament, "while you were too busy with your First student duties". Realizing it will taste even better now, you sit back and relax, as your girlfriend apologizes and promises to do better, kneeling before your chair.

You've frankly never seen her this submissive and differential to your needs. Is this what making dicks taste amazing in proportion to their size done to shift the balance of power in your relationship? As your check your email to see if there are any updates on Professor Miles. Indeed, something is sitting in your inbox from the Dean of the School of Art. There are some pleasantries in there but the part that matters reads as follows:

"As you know, Professor Hunt had a medical episode during class. I am told he is at home and recovering well, but will not return in time for Friday's classes. He intends to be back Monday and wishes all of you to know that nothing stops art. We will keep you apprised of any changes to further scheduling."

You rejoice as you kind of hate that class and definitely hate the professor. The anxiety of what might happen during these classes also slips away from you; knowing you could warp it as you see fit and are in power now. You should change everything back, you think, as your girlfriend descends her mouth further down your shaft and you enter her throat, you question your prior thought.

All thoughts pretty much cease till you hear your girlfriend state an idea she's thinking, "God, this taste so good now. Maybe I should stay home from the party and just blow you all night. What do you think?"

The party! You almost forgot. You tell her to go and you'll have fun and then text Connor about the party. The thought of her wanting to suck your dick more, than go to the party and support Kayla, is a fundamental shift in her priorities from your new dick size that is somehow unsettling and exciting at the same time, enough you start to cum in incredible volume.

When you are done, her mouth and throat being unable to contain it all, leave her too in need of another shower. However, this time, she starts to take all the globblets spread across her tits and scoop it into your mouth like she were savoring the world's most delicious chocolate. Her body shaking like she's having an orgasm.

"Holy, shit!" you think as Kayla surprises you, fully dressed now, by licking some off her breasts. You've known Kalya for two years and are really sure she's straight.

"Did I hear you just consider abandoning our plans and the party? Nuh huh girl! I need this. Some of us need help scoring a mega-dick of our own, kay?" she replies as she sticks her tongue out. Now come on, she says pulling Eve up off her knees and giving her a playful slap. "Its almost noon, get in the shower and outta whore-mode."

Eve rolls her eyes as she seems to purposefully sway her hips on the way to the bathroom, glancing backwards and catching your eyes staring. You blush. "Sorry, some other time babe. I'll buy something fun for us, when we are shopping, okay?" says Eve seeming uncharacteristically insecure about if she's pleased you enough.

"Now that she's gone, I have a bone to pick with you," says Kayla pressing her hand into your chest standing as you're sitting, "You've known me for 3 years and waited till last night to give me some cum? What the hell man!"

"Well, umm, it really just grew over the last year," before that it was kind of average, you excuse your actions.

"Oh, I ...didn't realize. I just thought Eve was with you for this," she says reaching down and stroking you cock making it twitch, as the last of your cum dribbles out the tip and she sucks it, her eyes lighting up in surprise, "Holy shit, that hits hard," her face having a blissful expression.

"kay, get out," she says pulling you up from the chair, "need to be able to think about fashion and not dick."

With nowhere to go, you had home back to your apartment. An hour or two goes by before Connor responds, in the meantime you play some video games. When he does text back, it starts off with an apology of sorts.

*sorry bro was busy* then a picture he took, cock in hand, having just finished on some busty chick's cleavage and face. *haha get it? anyway yeah let me send you the info, party starts at 7*

He sends the address right after and you reflect on how you were looking forward to blowing off some steam but it already feels like the steams been drained out of you, literally.