Take Roger home

You want Amy. You've wanted Amy for years, since you were in sixth grade and you hit puberty and first started being interested in girls. But Amy isn't taken. Holy shit, was Roger hoping you'd make a move on her, get her to go on an actual date and then fuck her? That was goddamn brilliant. Devious, but brilliant. It also pissed you off.

Amy was single, which... maybe based off of her interactions, she'd fuck you just due to your size? She seemed into Roger just based on seeing his cock; maybe she had a thing for big dicks? But the magic of the ring that would let you fuck her in public without anyone objecting, it didn't seem like that would work. Damnit, damnit, damnit!

There was the waitress... But she was so petite that there was no way your dick would fit in her pussy. And you didn't want sloppy seconds just seconds after Roger had sodomized her. There was a number of older Latina ladies having a girl's night out just two lanes down from you. Chances were that most of them had at least boyfriends if not husbands. But, for the most part, they weren't anything special to look at.

"Shit, shit," you say to yourself, gently rubbing your new massive cock through your shorts, "Goddamnit, Roger, you're falling over drunk." If there was no pussy to be had here, then you needed to leave here. "I'm taking you home."

"Heeey, don't tell me what to do, John," Roger said, swaying on his feet.

"Yeah, its time for you to go home," You say coolly, setting his arm around you and walking him out the bathroom door. He objects verbally, but seems to go along.

"John, you should ask out Amy and bang her 'cuz then, I'd be able to," he mumbles, "I'd be able to... fuck, why can't I remember why I wanted you to assh her out?" You make your apologies to Amy as you drag Roger out and get him to your car. Her eyes seem drawn to the outline of your dick. Again, it really seems like she might fuck you just based on her innate size-queen-iness, but that was her own shit to work out with. You didn't want to fuck her without the ring making it seem normal. And without the ring, you weren't able to get her alone and without her dating someone, it didn't seem like she'd necessarily agree to it. Why waste time on a girl who could say no, when there were so many girls who wouldn't?

You take Roger back to his spot. You were going to just leave him at his doorstep. Let him answer for himself... But you realized that he probably had a mom here, who probably had either a husband or a boyfriend. You really needed to fuck someone now. This was a nice house.

You ring the doorbell. And Roger's older sister opens it.

In lingerie.

"Roger!" Caitlin says surprised. She wasn't expecting for Roger to come home with a guy, and for some reason, she didn't want to fuck her little brother? "You look different... Worse somehow." You know that repeated fuckings with your bigger dick could change a woman. Make her not so ****. And it seems like Roger had probably fucked his sister a lot.

"Normally, I have to fuck Roger as soon as he gets home," she says slowly, "He just seems to need it, but now..." her eyes drift towards the outline of your shaft.

"Hey, uh... whatever your name is," you stumble for words. She was older than you, didn't overlap in high school.

"Caitlin,"she says, her eyes still bouncing between meeting yours and and your zipper.

"Caitlin," you agree, "You wouldn't happen to be dating someone."

"Yes, actually," she said, her eyes just locked in on your shorts, "Funny you mention it, I was going to break up with him a few weeks ago, and Roger really took it in his hands, and told Victor that he was losing me, and read Victor the riot act. Since then, Victor has really stepped up, and I'm giving him a second chance."

Jesus, how much time did Roger spend making sure every woman in his life had a boyfriend? Fucking devious, man.

"I'm sorry, you really seem like you need to get your rocks off," Caitlin says, rubbing her own arms, "and I'm kind of a size queen, and it doesn't seem like Roger needs anything but some caffeine and sleep, so...." She looks at you with baleful eyes.

You smile back at her.