Sort Of (alt of No)

You hesitate to say anything in case this guy takes offense and beats your ass. You wish deeply, this assholes dick wasn't so, well big, tiny even, and yours was better than both his and the professors. You mind briefly flashes back to the video call where the professor was in the room in New York on their trip. You wish somehow, your girlfriend would recognize your distress and take care of your needs. You wish into reality, by habit, if a man uses another man's girlfriend, in his presence, she has the decency to help her boyfriend relieve himself in the same way and tries to make it better.

You can tell he's being a little rough with her tits as she winces every once in a while, but Brad is intent on using her tits until he cums and seems to have a confused look on his face. Almost as if he lost his erection a few times, you guess as it slowly stops peaking out of the top of her chest on every thrust. Yet, you feel like you are the one out of breath. You want to get up to stop this hulk of a man but you feel like you're ready to pass out, in the chair barely able to lift the orange juice to your lips.

"Would be nice if he was a minute man so we could get back to the movie," you think but are too timid to say, before the room goes dark.

Eve sighs looking at her boyfriend passed out, clearly exhausted and says, "My chest, please," grateful Brad started to cum almost instantly, as soon as, she said it. Equally confused by his cock shrinking like it was ocean water cold.

Brad strokes his cock for a fledgling cock with a concerned and confused expression, and says, "Nah, I want to blow all nuuugh," before prematurely ejaculating on her tits.

His one hand, still more than twice what was necessary to completely cover his still mostly erect dick, while with his other hand Brad gently grabs Eve's forehead and turns her head so she's facing him. She opens her mouth in puzzlement, confused too. "Was it? Always that small? No, she'd seen himself midway using her roommate" but that's when Brad dribbled the last of a pathetically small load.

The dribble gently depositing on her tongue, causing her to grimace in disgust, but the rest of ...what rest of it?" She almost giggles between the coughs, there was literally a single shot and then a dribble. It sure hit home in an awful place but she'd barely need to even clean her face. She shuts her mouth and even she instinctively knows the danger of laughing at a larger guy's "early finishing" problem. Glad she can get onto giving her boyfriend the same and get onto the movie.

"Phew, that was good. Thanks Eve, I needed that," Brad says as he scurries off staring at his penis with concern. He doesn't even look back much less help her with a glass of water or something. She wants to motion to boyfriend for water but he's still clearly too dead tired.

So she rushes to the kitchen to grab a glass, turns on the sink and gargles then spits. When she does, most of the cum goes down the drain. She swallows some water after just for the sake of hydration.

"Help me!" you croak barely awake and feeling so tired. Trying to keep it short. Eve frustratingly grunts, as she feels you the rest of your orange juice like a infant, before helping you onto your feet over to the couch. You lay down on your back, as you see your girlfriend drooling on her own magnificent tits. "Have you been drinking enough water?" she asks, "you know how much water you need in a day? There is an app to tell you."

"Eve," you state softly, only to hear her respond, "I know. I'll make it better for you," as she blows you a kiss before wrapping her tits around your rapidly hardening cock. As it starts to grow, a surprised expression appears on your face, you wonder in your head, "Why is it so big?" having forgotten your change to reality when you succumbed to exhaustion.

Eve just smiles back at you sweetly, in love with her boyfriend before her expression turns to one of being stunned. "long... So long and thick..." she manages to stumble out, "how?" she wonders in awe.

Even with Eve's extraordinary tits, it felt like miles are parting past the top of the cleavage and you were spreading it implausibly far apart like you had Brad's thickness; more even.

It seemed like Brad and Eve both could remember the changes you made. But seemed to think the idea a woman used to satisfy a man's need should give the same or better was normal? What makes one awareness it is odd and one other perfect normal? Is it one effected an individual and the other effected a group?

Is that why you could tell Professor Miles had changed reality? Did he change something about you? You can't help but think about what has changed about you specifically. Most changes like the nudity and women adjustment in attitude seemed to effect everyone.

You can't help but think how hard to got when your girlfriend Eve was being abused and you did nothing to stop it. Hell, you've wanted to use her to relieve yourself too. If it weren't for her distres over class and the professor hitting on her. Maybe the willingness and how hard it made you to see Eve and women abused was the change.

It got even better as she took the head and first few inches into her mouth poking out of her tits. The back of her throat bumping into the head of your cock. You'd never been deepthroated before and the tightness of her throat's entrance was even too much. You never had the size frankly. So the new sensation was totally overpowering.

She lowers her tits and pushed you past the threshold of her throat with some effort due to your **** thickness. Getting so close to cumming, you wished cum loads always matched dick size. Realizing you prob made the professor's cum shot huge too and imagining Eve taking it all in protest on her face, pushed you over the edge.

The sensations of cumming in her throat were so strong, you'd have tried to ration further, or even back up or away if you weren't exhausted and pressed down. Too late to warn Eve, you started to cum hard and cum and cum. Even as she sputtered and tried taking it out, it felt like you were unleashing the largest load in your life, that went on for the longest minute or two of your life. Your girlfriend was absolutely drenched from face to neck to chest.

"Can you help me to the other bathroom? Just going to shower this all off," she says. Following up with, "how did your dick get so fucking big? I know big dicks produce a lot but this was ridiculous."

You do so, guiding her as she dare not open her eyes and you know she's going to take a while. "Allergic reaction to something I ate?" thinking already about how to fix this, you figure the easiest way to make a change without her noticing is to adjust her memories retroactively.

After returning to the comfort of the couch, you decide to start by removing the memory of her asking any the change causing a moderate wave of tiredness. You start to realize this has a cost and too big results in a hospital visit.

You let her remember your old cock when you met at the start of university and will an adjustment to next memory of a bit of growth, then more to the next memory and again more to the further memories, leading up to the present moment of its massive size; causing you to collapse into the couch and lose consciousness.

When you wake up, the television is off as are the lights in the room. You struggle in your pockets to fish out your phone. It seems it is 4AM? But it was the afternoon. Realizing how tired changing Eve memory made you, you decide firmly to resist any more changes for the foreseeable future unless absolutely necessary. You see in your phone light a piece of paper.

It is a note from Eve saying you were so exhausted she couldn't wake you but you were breathing normally, so she let your sleep. She's gone to bed. You've awoken with a raging erection.