Bianca arrives home

Thomas looked up from his computer screen, naked save for an old pair of boxer shorts, as he heard a knock echo throughout the house. He paused, hearing the sound of the front door opening from his bedroom, and smirked as a soft, delicate voice made itself known. "Is anyone here?"

Bianca was finally home.

"Me!" He yelled back, remembering that the only reason she was asking was to know whether or not she'd be safe to walk around the house naked. And while Thomas would have greatly enjoyed the view, seeing her in her panties, carefree as could be, was a close second.

He finalized his online purchase, indicating that he wanted express shipping for the new camera he ordered - when he first set up a pair of cameras in the girl's rooms, he never considered the possibility of needing one in his own. But with Pamela... - and made his way to greet his roommate. He hadn't seen Bianca since Tuesday night, and a lot had changed since then.

The girl hadn't, looking as hot and attractive as ever; long hair billowing down her back, perky tits bouncing with each step, her naked stomach and toned hips on show for him and him alone. His sixth sense for sex also told him she'd been fucked just that morning - no doubt she was wearing her boyfriend's name on her ass right now.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" He asked, making conversation.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" She repeated, as thought hers was the question that mattered.

He just shrugged, trying to keep things civil. "I have the day off - no contracts today." That much at least was true. It was nice not having to lie after having done so all night to Pamela.

Bianca just nodded, eyeing her roommate from the corner of her eye. "Must be nice. I'm here to pick up my books and binders for the day. I hadn't initially planned on staying the night at Nick's and I need my school stuff."

When she saw him grin, she knew the direction the conversation was about to take. She internally groaned. Why did the pervert have to be home?

"You fucked all night, didn't you?"

"Yes. We did." She hoped her honesty would sate him. It didn't.

He just nodded, pretended to be deep in thought. "Funny, Pamela and I did that very same thing."

That peaked the girl's interest. Pamela had slept with Thomas? She'd have to text her friend and ask her why the fuck she decided to do that. Best to let Thomas believe she didn't care though.

"How'd you pull that off?" She inquired, trying to stall him while she found a way to bypass him and make it to her room. "I thought she was trying to get with Alex?"

"Who?" He grinned, proving he didn't care. "Yeah, that flopped. The poor girl was practically begging for dick when I found her. And, well, when she saw how much I was packing..."

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Can you move please? I don't want to be late." She'd really need to have a talk with Pam. The perv was bad before but he'd never been this bold.

"How much did you say Nick was packing? Five inches?" He said, ignoring her question entirely.

She nodded, steeling her nerves for what she knew was coming.

"Well," he continued, fumbling with his boxers, grin as wide as ever, "I have three inches on him, and I know you'd enjoy this a lot more." And he pulled down his bottoms in order to reveal...

Oh. Well then. That certainly explained why Pamela had slept with him. It explained why anyone would sleep with him.

She slapped him. Hard. The sound echoed throughout the house. He veered back, hand on his cheek, struggling to look at her, his face wide with shock. Clearly he hadn't been expecting that. Good.

"Thomas Mekker, if you ever show that thing to me again I swear I'll rip it off and shove it down your throat." Bianca was fuming, having finally reached her breaking point for the countless questions and sexual harassment she'd experienced at his hands. "You think just because your packing some mad meat that you can get any girl to sleep with you? You think my boyfriend's inferior to you because his dick's only three inches smaller than yours? How pathetic can you be!? There's more to sex, and to finding someone attractive, than just their dick size!"

And Bianca believed it. She'd changed all guys so they produced the same amount of cum. Seeing as her sexual release was explicitly tied to how much cum she managed to get on her person, if all guys always produced a cup of the stuff, she'd always get the same sexual release, regardless of who she slept with. Plus, she made it so that guys had to ask her if they wanted to cum in her. Gone were the days of worrying about accidental pregnancy. As far as she was concerned, she'd taken control of her sexuality. And some big dicked fuckboy wasn't going to take that away anytime soon.

She stormed off passed him, shoulder-checking him to get him out of her way, and entered her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Thomas was left alone in the hallway, hand still on his cheek, wondering what the fuck just happened.

As soon as the door closed, Bianca collapsed to her knees, tears threatening to form in the corner of her eyes. She was telling herself not to cry, because after that show of strength, the last thing she wanted was for Thomas to also hear her in weakness.

Of course the pervert had a big dick! Of course he was packing the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Even though she saw it for the briefest of instances, she couldn't deny that it had been everything she wanted in a dick; incredible length, solid girth. It would feel unbelievable inside her.

In an instant, it had reworked her entire perception of Thomas, and that was the reason why she slapped him. Not because she was angry that he'd shown her his dick, but because she knew that wouldn't have stayed composed if she'd seen it for much longer. Heck, she would have been utterly smitten by him had he been packing a total of ten. She was glad he wasn't. At least with eight, she was able to still think straight.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. This changed things. Before, she'd been able to go four, maybe five days before her hormones got the better of her and she was craving sex. But that was when she didn't know the dick size of most of the men in her life. With her assuming they're only packing 3 inches, it was easy to focus on Nick because his was longer. But knowing Thomas had eight...

She shivered. She'd have to be careful or else she'd lose control. She loved Nick, but she always knew that he felt insecure about his average cock size. Especially with how women get once they meet someone who happens to have more. The last thing she wanted was to break his poor heart.

"Calm down girl," she told herself, trying to relax, "it's just a dick. You got some earlier this morning." Still, she couldn't ignore the fact that she was wet simply knowing an eight incher was located in the room next to hers.

Bianca slowly stood up, her racing thoughts finally calming down. She knew two things for certain: one, she couldn't dillydally anymore - she needed to get to class or else she'd be late. The other, she told herself as she gathered her things, was the only way she was going to control herself around Thomas was to keep doing what she'd been doing all week - using the World Processor to create the sex life that she wanted. That way, she wouldn't need a bigger dick.

Or at least, that's what she hoped would happen as she typed away in the attic.

0003: Similar to a girl's facial and vaginal lips, men's cum is considered delicious because it also tastes like fruit.

"Funny", she giggled to herself as she made the change, "When I first changed my vaginal lips to taste the same as my actual lips, it was because Nick had told me he really loved kissing me and tasting my fruit. And so I thought 'why not have it be same with pussy?'. And here I am, doing the same with cock."

She left for school, her only hope being that Thomas had been humbled with her slap to the face. Since she wasn't sure when she'd see Nick next, the less she saw of Thomas, the better.