You fuck the tombimboi all night, but morning brings the harsh light of reality.

You don't waste time answering yes that could be spent kissing. You crush Drew's lips with yours and start sliding your cock in and out of her, feeling it struggle to come back to life until you squeeze your hot hole around your butt plug and feel it throbbing and ready to rev full throttle. Drew is as good as his word, yielding his pretty yet powerful body to your touch and letting you take the lead as you lift his legs over his head and his ample, athletic ass in the air so you can pile drive hard and fast down into it.

"Fuck! NNGG Such AAAH a MOAN sexy NNNG slut!" You growl as you grope his suddenly soft breasts, having had them sucked dry of his pent up 'milk'. You drive down hard into him, spurred on by his wet whimpers and less than manly moans as you knead his needy breasts and feed his hungry hole. You rail him for hours. Drunk on desire and dizzy with the heights of your power and the pits of your hedonism. You fuck him in every position, sometimes letting him taste his slutty ass on your shaft between sweltering kisses, sometimes just smacking his feverish, feminine face with your sticky cock. You put him in the bra and panties he gave you to wear and call him your pretty girl as you cum inside him and then you fall into sweet, merciful slumber....

You dream of walking hand and hand in the sun. It's so bright...so warm...you can't even make out where you're going. It doesn't matter. You'd do anywhere with the man on your arm. You don't have to see him to know it's Drew's strong yet soft hand holding yours. It's funny...after all the times you've had him inside you, shared the most depraved experiences...you still get goose bumps everytime he holds your hand in public. Maybe it's because then everyone know's he's yours. This sexy shehunk that could charm Venus out of her clamshell chose you. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in his eyes and you cannot believe how beautiful you look...and how brave...and then the sun shines brighter and you open your eyes and....

....

And you are awake. And the sun is not your friend. It stabs at your eyes and rekindles your smoldering fever. It burns away your dream and adds a cruel clarity to your 'studly' fantasy of the night before. Sure, you fucked your friend for hours, but most of that time you were pushing rope and panting, praying for just a little squirt of seed so you could say you came like a man. Yeah, Drew drooled all over your dick, but you only ever got half hard when she pumped your plug in and out of your bimboi pussy. And your big finish? With your tombimboifriend wearing the bra and panties he picked out for you? You only managed the shrimpy spurts you did by wearing a much sluttier thong and stockings set with the skankiest, sheerest baby doll.

You know that because you are still wearing it when you wake up, and Drew is the one spooning you, his sticky shaft still snuggled inside your ass. You don't remember how you ended up with your bestie's cock nestled deep in your ass, but it certainly explains your dreams. You pull off of him precariously, worried you'll wake him and he will offer to help jog your memory of how he ended up inside you and that before long, you'll be begging him to jog you some harder. Luckily, he sleeps like the dead, looking strangely handsome in his flannel and jockstrap which you suppose you probably begged him to wear too. You are tempted to steal a kiss, but fear Drew would wake and punish you for stealing and you'll end up begging him to punish you hard.

Instead you sneakily slip into your sweats and shirt and hoodie Drew gifted you and through a couple more pairs of panties and bras into a bag and slip out the door. Fortunately, you are up at an ungodly hour, so no one witnesses your walk of shame back to your dorm, nor do you have to test your disguise and find out if there is any hope of hiding your huge honkers, hoodie or no. Your luck, such as it is, holds with regards to your racy roomie. She must have eaten out last night, staying over with whatever boi she infuckted so she can clean out their fridge in the morning and feeding them her she sausage for breakfast. You shudder and stiffen as you wonder how long you can keep this from Daisy, and whether you'll end up being her bed and breakfast bottom bimboi bitch.

You really wish you hadn't considered the possibility so explicitly because now you are boned and blushing and working your way up to a quick boil. You don't have time to deal with it before you have to hurry off to class. Your hope is that keep your head down and slump over in the back of class, then no one will notice your little 'growth spurt'. Your lucky streak holds true, if you can consider suffering the most brain draining boner of your life while experiencing hot flashes and cold chills and body aches and hunger pangs in your heated holes lucky. At least no one notices you hunched over, horny and hurting, but then, they never noticed you as a boi. Even if they do sniff you out, what's one shy bimboi more or less on a campus bursting with slutty sissy sex dolls just begging to be played with?

You manage to make it through Anatomy without melting down, but your dick is drooling so dumbly that you've already soaked through your panties and a shameful spot it starting to show through your sweats. You need to take care of this before you end up pinking out again and ending up with another cock in your ass...or worse. The campus, as usual, is crawling with starving sissies, strapping studs and bottled up bois all looking for release. You might be able to find a place to sneak a quick spurt out, assuming you even can spurt without a cock in you anymore. Or you could take up Drew's standing, and swelling, offer to 'help' you out with your cravings. Every surrender will make the next one that much harder to resist, but at least you will be able to sissygasm shamefully in a safe space.