Shower thoughts and a first sexual encounter

The halls are deserted this early in the morning, which is fortunate for you since you've got a gigantic bulge in your pants. Thankfully, it doesn't hurt as much as you'd expect it would, maybe one of those demonic interventions. Even as you think about it, you find that it starts to slot more comfortably in there, still producing an obscene bulge but no longer uncomfortable at all. You really need to figure out the extent of this demon's powers.

You get to your dorm room without incident, and quietly head into the bathroom. Your roommate, Ed, is sleeping soundly. When you finally get to the bathroom, you strip and take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your cock, already hardening again now that it's not stuffed away, is absolutely the center of attention. It's ridiculously huge, seeming to belong to a fifteen-foot barbarian giant rather than you, a somewhat unpopular demonologist. Even soft, the fist-sized head dangles between your knees, and the veiny tube of meat is probably thicker than your wrist. As you watch, those veins throb and the organ grows, thickening and lengthening, until it reaches truly impossible proportions; now that you can get a good look at it in the mirror, it's clear that this thing is thicker and longer than your entire forearm, probably almost two feet long. Your balls, too, swell up, and you can almost hear a huge load of semen brewing inside. It seems to have a magnetism that you can't quite pin down; definitely something magical going on there.

The cock wants to fuck. When will you fuck?

"Soon," you whisper, stepping into the shower. You wonder briefly just how bad it would be if you actually had sex with this thing attached to you. But, with the warm water splashing across your skin comfortably, you can't help but consider masturbating. Based on that mind-shattering orgasm you had earlier, it would probably be fun, and probably not a danger to anyone but yourself.

You start to stroke yourself off with both hands, thinking about those girls down the hall, Brianna and Ashley. They were typical party girls, Brianna being a leggy brunette and Ashley being a petite blonde. At the one and only party you'd ever been invited to, they had participated in a wet t-shirt contest, and in your mind they had easily won, especially because of that little dance they did. You visualize them dancing like that for you, naked, gyrating their hips and wagging their perfect asses at you, sitting you down in a chair while they ride your giant demon cock...

Your cock spasms and you feel as though you're going to have another orgasm, but only a few little squirts of precum emerge from your engorged pisshole. You feel a profound fullness in your balls. Your cock wants to actually fuck, not just think about fucking.

You groan and struggle to even complete the shower with this kind of overwhelming horniness coursing through you, but you do it anyway. The cock doesn't give an inch the whole time.

You head back into the room, where Ed has apparently stumbled off to the cafeteria. That means you can spend a little more time trying to figure out how to make your cock limp again. It's a lot more insistent this time, seemingly mad that you tried to deceive it, but with much cajoling you manage to convince its simple mind that you need to be clothed so you can find people to fuck.

You head out into the halls of the dorm again, this time resolving to head to your professor's office and see if she can be of any help. You're thinking of what you can say to her that might not make you look like a complete doofus, not really paying attention, when you bump into someone from behind.