Two weeks later.

In the last two weeks, you've managed to get the apartment repaired, convince Craig not to move out, learn more about your crazy, man-eating dick and its powers, and keep up with your coursework at university. Not too shabby...

Here's the rundown.

Your apartment is as good as new. You managed to deal with all the awkward questions from your landlord, the repair service, and the insurance company. The only trouble you've had making sure you keep your story straight came from Craig.

Weirdly, Craig's memory of the whole ordeal is a bit fuzzy. You aren't sure if that's because you siphoned off some of his brainpower when you slurped him down too, or if he's blocking the memories out himself as some kind of coping mechanism. Craig is apparently still straight too. Every now and then, you catch his eye wandering to your bulge, but he's not shown any real interest in you or your dick. Initially, you thought he might be lying about not remembering that night, but now you actually believe him. You're actually pretty down about not having a little cockslave you can fuck anytime in the convenience of your own home.

As for your efforts to learn more about your abilities... well, you've had mixed results.

The size of your average load is about 2 cups now, and your cock is a true cannon when it coming to spraying jizz. But except for being about an inch longer, nothing new has happened downstairs. Being fat as a coke can and 7 inches long has gotten you lots of new ass these past two weeks, but so far you have been unable to repeat the events of your night with Craig.

However, the changes to your height, musculature and hair appear to be permanent. You have just one more "experiment" to do and then you guess you'll just give up on slurping down any other guys.