Gifted 03 Adjustment Period

*This is a revision of a story posted recently, a continuation of the Gifted series. I have taken on some feedback and adjusted accordingly. Please enjoy the new story. This chapter is a slow-build to action but if you bear with me and eat your vegetables, I promise the dessert will be worth it. This story has been a tonne of fun so far to write*

Chapter 3: An Adjustment Period

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I raced out of the doctors room and into the foyer. My heart was slamming against my ribcage like an angry animal. I slammed the door closed behind me and sprinted down the hallway towards the toilet. Every eye in the waiting room followed me as I went, privately curious about whatever mystery illness had spurred my flight.

Safe in the bathroom, I locked the door and sat on the floor. That was insane! That doctor...Dr. Paulson...Emma...had just let me do that to her! Let me fuck her throat with my enormous dick. Practically forced me to rail her from behind! In her office! After what? Like six minutes of awkward chitchat! I'd had sex like three times total in my life. And now a woman, not a silly, drunken college girl but an attractive woman, hell, a doctor was willing to risk her career just to satisfy me?? I think I'd seen an engagement ring on her finger! What the hell was happening?. Olivia's words were pinballing around in my head. "No woman you show your dick to will be able to resist it, okay? So actually, be really, really careful where you point it."" I needed to lie down.

Instead I got up and started washing my hands. They were covered in cum and who knows what else. While the warm water splashed onto me, I took stock of myself in the bathroom mirror. The fluorescent overhead lights did me very few favours, and I looked an absolute mess. My hair was messed up, like a cartoon character who'd had an ill fated encounter with electricity. My shirt was buttoned up incorrectly and tucked into my underpants. Fuck, you could see the outline of my flaccid dick hanging far far lower than a flaccid dick should, still oozing a black wetspot onto my pantsleg. I looked like shit.

I took a minute to collect myself. I finished washing my hands, rebuttoned my shirt and flattened my hair. I splashed some water on my pants to obscure the cumstain and instead just made it look like I'd pissed myself. Not really a wonderful showing of cognitive strength. I had to get home to safety. Come on Robbie, you can do it.

Somehow, I navigated the waiting room. Head down, shoulders up. Walk. Walk. Walk. I marched straight past Emma's room. I'm sure on the other side of that door, the good doctor was having a small crisis of her own. My mind, on its own volition, flashed back to the feeling of my dick sliding down into the impossible depths of her throat and I began to stiffen again. I shook my head and increased my speed.

The staff behind the desk paid me no mind as I mumbled my way through a conversation where I declined to make a followup appointment. I guess they were used to encountering some pretty questionable characters as part of their day to day. They informed me, as Dr. Paulson had, that today had been a free consultation. If anything, I felt like I should have paid her! Wait, is that disrespectful? Is thinking that it's disrespectful to pay women for sex disrespectful to sex workers? I was starting to get a cracking headache.

As I walked out of the sliding double doors, I happened to look back just as Doctor Emma emerged from her cell. She looked pale and wide-eyed as she stepped out into the waiting room, and as she called her next patient, I heard none of the authority in her voice I would have expected from a medical practitioner. Her eyes met mine for a brief second. She looked frightened. I gulped. I was frightened too.

*

It seemed impossible to me that the sun could still be shining and the streets could still be filled with people living in their lives, performing mundane actions as if there hadn't been a seismic shift in the balance of the universe. I took a left out of the medical office, for no reason other than that I didn't take a right, and just started walking. I walked like a ghost, barely aware of my surroundings.

I was willing to bet that Doctor Emma wasn't some sort of sex fiend who took the job at the college so that she could fellate weedy nineteen year olds on a daily basis. I'm sure she was a confident, successful woman who was happily married to some rugby player, or engineer. Someone important, sexy, rich. So her slurping my cock and letting me ram her was an absolute anomaly. She'd initiated it of course, there was no way I'd ever have the confidence to even suggest doing what had just happened. But was it consensual? We have to assume that what Olivia said had been true; that my dick, magically double its original size, was also magically irresistible. Had I done something ethically wrong just now? Did I care? I was absolutely shell shocked.

And then my mind started to wander. Up until yesterday, I had been a very normal teenage boy. Painfully average. Painfully below average. No girl had ever given me much of a look-in. I couldn't blame them. But now things were different. I'd already had an experience that proved that. Sure, I'd approached it with the same lack of dignity and handsy fondling that I'd approached losing my virginity. But I'd had sex right? And I'd, to use a crude idiom, taken quite a scalp in seducing a doctor in her office. The sky was the limit here! I could have any girl I wanted, do anything I wanted! I started thinking about the girls from my highschool I'd spent all those lonely nights jerking off to, dreaming about. I'd never got close and never had any reason to think that would change. Now everything had changed!

Caroline Woods!

That thought stopped me entirely in my tracks. Caroline Woods.

Caroline Woods was a fantasy for me. I thought about fucking her the same way I thought about fucking Katy Perry or becoming the first man on Mars. It just wasn't a realistic scenario. But that didn't stop me thinking about her. Like I said before, Caroline was a goddess. She was a complete anomaly in the context of this boring, midwestern university. She was all golden skin, fleshy thighs, enormous breasts. I'd never seen her with a single hair out of place, a fleck of spinach in her teeth or a crease on her shirt. She was ethereal. She belonged to a higher plane of existence. Like an angel with tits the size of watermelons.

I started running. I was so full of possibility, so full of energy at the thought. No way! Fucking the doctor was one thing but this!? I felt my dick start to come alive, start to bounce against my leg, start to uncoil with monstrous energy. Caroline Woods...

Without really knowing what I was doing, I jogged three blocks until I reached the Manning College Gymnasium and Pool. It was a humble redbrick building that we sometimes took exams in, but also housed a fairly spartan gym. Outside was a 50m pool that was inexplicably the deepest pool I'd ever swam in. Nap and I had spent a lot of time goofing off in the deep end, weighing ourselves down and choreographing slow-motion karate fights at the bottom. That seemed beyond childish now that I had a modicum more sexual experience. What goofballs.

The gym was probably where I saw Caroline the most, stuffed into pastel activewear. But that wasn't why I'd come down here. Even brimming as I was with newfound sexual confidence, truthfully, the woman still scared me to my core. If I'd happened by her this instant, bouncing along the treadmill, I would have spoken not a word - huge dick or no huge dick. I simply wasn't at her level.

No, I was here to masturbate.

Even though I'd just cum twice (once into the hot doctor's mouth, once all over her tits. What? I'm just giving you the facts here! Relax!) I could feel my balls bubbling again with hot semen. This thing was demanding! I flashed my student card at the automated entry station and shot inside. There was nobody manning the desk. There was barely anyone in the gym at all to be honest: a muscle bound man in a polo shirt polishing some of the equipment, two young women walking side by side on two treadmills and that was it. I quickly snuck into the toilet, ever aware of the enormity of my huge cock pressing against my jeans.

As soon as I found myself safe in the stall, I dropped trou. My dick rocketed up and slapped me hard between the pecs before slowly bowing back down. Fuck it was enormous. I sat backwards on the cold toilet seat and greedily placed my hand around my shaft. It was woefully inadequate at containing this monstrosity, like putting your hand on a lightpost or a tree branch. Heat radiated from the monstrous, towering cock and I laughed out loud with glee as I started stroking the middle inches.

With my free hand, I pulled out my phone and loaded up Caroline's instagram. Embarrassingly, it was the most recent thing that I'd searched for. Jerking off to Caroline's social media was nothing new. Doing it with a footlong monster cock was, however. I knew all the hits as I jerked off steadily, moaning lightly.

Caroline skydiving, the force of the fall pushing her mammoth tits right up into her chin. She had her eyes closed in glee, and you could see the purpleness of her areola as her boobs tried to escape.

Oh fuck.

Caroline at her 21st birthday, bursting out of a floral dress. She was spilling golden tits everywhere, her hair curly and long and honestly doing more to cover her up than her dress was. She was rail-thin and the round swell of her ass promised something incredible if she were photographed from the otherside.

Fuck her tits look huge here. Oh god.

Caroline stands with a girlfriend at a New Years Eve Party. She's wearing an illegally tight black dress. She's smooching (platonically?) a girl who would be the hottest chick at any other party but unfortunately Caroline Woods was attending this one, relegating her to second.

Her ass is so big too. Uhhhh.

She's wearing a Santa hat and kissing towards the camera. Fuck her lips are so full. Imagine sliding your cock beyond them Robbie. Imagine how they'd feel around your enormous dick. Merry fucking Christmas indeed.

She's lying on her bed, holding the camera high up over her. Her huge breasts are spilling to each side of her tiny rib cage. A white robe with the Hilton logo on it is barely containing them. This is exactly what it would look like to mount her, to be in a position to slide your huge dick home.

UUUUHHHH. Where did they make this woman? Good GOD!

Caroline at another birthday. She's wearing all white. Everything in the background is white. Very aesthetic. She's jammed her huge boobs into a tiny white crochet bralet. Fucking hell. They're just mashed together. My arm could disappear into the cleavage spilling out...could my dick?

I started stroking harder and faster. I could barely keep my eyes open for the pleasure. I kept flying through sexy images.

She's at her brothers (?) wedding. She's a bridesmaid. She's in a classy silk dress but it looks absolutely pornographic on this girl. Her waist is so skinny. Her ass is so fat. Her tits are so fucking huge. She's smiling at the camera. She's smiling at me. I can feel the cum rising in my balls. I have to stop myself moaning out loud. I move faster and faster.

OH FUCK. She's in a bikini. I can see every freckle on her mammoth tits. They sit impossibly high on her chest. There's even a hint of areola. I close my eyes and feel my drop to the ground as I put my second hand on my dick. I'm still getting used to this being a two hand job.

I moan low. My dick surges, straight, tall, rock hard. I'm about to cum when I hear the door outside push open and a few sets of footsteps trot into the bathroom. I stop pulling my dick, out of politeness more than anything. My balls feel almost angry that I've stopped. I can feel the energy surging from them, the prodigious amount of cum bubbling away in there. My dick starts to droop under its own weight.

There is laughter beyond my toilet stall.

"She was a proper weirdo! And she just kept fucking look at me!"

"And those gloves she was wearing? Who does she think she is? Michael Jackson?"

I recognised the voices immediately but I couldn't place them exactly.

"Michael Jackson wore one glove, dickhead"

"Fuck off, you know what I mean! Anyway, she was properly bent. Absolute space cadet"

I placed the voices with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Twins Scott Thompson and Damien Thompson. Both of them had been at Kyle's party the other night and I realised quickly that they must be talking about Olivia. I stuffed my shrinking dick into my pants and sat up straight.

"She did seem a bit off. Did you know Robbie Dodd went home with her?"

They both laughed hearty laughs. I heard the sound of zips, two streams of piss pinging against the steel of the urinal and two sighs of relief. Twins man. I blushed.

"Doesn't surprise me. A fella like that needs to take what he can get!"

"Seriously! I'm surprised he had it in him. Would have had him pegged as a virgin. Like his mate."

"Napoleon? Fucking hell. Two needle dicked losers. You see him sniffing around Debbie McMahon?"

"Sniffing around her? Brother, I hear he followed her home! Wouldn't take no for an answer, slept over on the couch and everything. Debbie could hardly get him out the door the next day. He's obsessed with her!"

"Hahaha imagine. Big butt Debbie and that fucking loser"

"I don't know where this place finds guys like that man. Must be really stressed about enrollments hey?"

"No idea man. Fucking oddbodds."

I was staring at the floor with my hands balled into fists by the time they finished pissing and left the toilets. I had stinging tears in my eyes. Assholes! I knew Nap and I weren't exactly the top dogs on campus but that had hurt. I'd always considered us somewhere in the middle: not cool, but not complete dorks. Those words stung at me. I was especially concerned for Nap: I had to wonder where Scott and Damien had heard that particular account? From Debbie. Fuck, that would break his heart. They were right about one thing - the boy was completely obsessed.

But they were wrong about something else and that was my "needle dick". I flexed my thick tube and felt it shift in my jeans yet again. Maybe that was true a few hours ago, but I certainly didn't have a needle dick anymore. I had a - I had a massive cock! It felt super weird thinking that about myself but it was true. I had a cock that would put the twins to absolute shame. Maybe even both at the same time.

I left the toilets. I stared at myself in the mirror on the way out. Still a little ruffled and unkempt, but something looked different. There was a power in my eyes, a confidence in the way I was holding my chin. I gritted my teeth. Fuck those two assholes in particular. I had every right to be here and so did Nap. I could practically help myself to whatever woman i wanted. Hadn't the last 12 hours proven that? How could I hide away in a bathroom stall and listen to all that shit about myself when less than an hour ago I'd had a sexy doctor bent over in her own office? I was the man! Nap was the man by association! I couldn't have that!

I strode back into the gym. I realised I didn't exactly look like I belonged here right now: I was dressed for my doctor's appointment, not for exercise. I didn't care. I was too hyped up on anger and what I'd heard referred to as BDE.

I kept walking out the door towards the pool, and into the sunlight. The college pool was flanked on all sides by spacious, well-manicured lawns strewn with sunbathers. There were a few more people at the pool than in the gym. Five of the pool's eight lanes were occupied by swimmers lazily paddling through their training regimes. I stood in the doorway and scanned my classmates on the lawns, sizing them up.

There were a few mature aged students lying comfortably on deckchairs, basking with the unflappable confidence that comes with age. Lots of hair and spots and folds but zero cares. I had to be envious of that. Anyway, I kept scanning. Bingo.

On the other side of the pool were two university-issue white towels. On these towels were two slowly bronzing female bodies, laying on their backs and staring at the sun. I recognised one as Sarah Moore. She was tall, lean and long. Sarah was on the school volleyball team and was a fairly gifted athlete. She was a pretty serious character, from memory and a teetotaller. She abstained from anything fun and seemed to focus only on her training. She was hot though. From my vantage point by the door, I took in her long, shapely legs and the faint ladder of her exposed abs. She was wearing a fairly sensible black swimsuit, matching sunglasses and a stern expression.

The girl beside Sarah was not one I recognised, but I had to admit that she was gorgeous. She was about my height and dressed in a floral bikini that really did wonders for her breasts that must have been the size of cantaloupes. She had strong, tight abs as well and muscular arms. On top of that, she had thick, wavy brown hair and light freckling. You guys know I love freckles. Taking this all in, I felt my dick throb. Just once but a long throb that started in the base and slowly escalated to the head.

I took a few steps forward. Behind me, Scott and Damien Thompson also exited the gym into the pool area. They looked at me, looked at each other, and burst into laughter. They walked quickly, trying to stifle their outburst but both just continued to snicker and giggle behind their hands. Thats was the final fucking straw.

I put my hands in my pocket and stormed around the pool. I would have run if it hadn't been for the strict "No Running" policy. Rules are rules. I took a gulp and did something I'd almost never done in my life: I approached a pretty girl with intent. Seconds later, I stood in front of Sarah, casting my shadow across the body and ruining her sun. She turned to look at me with a bemused look on her face. Her friend half rolled over onto her elbows to face me, squishing those heavenly breasts together in the process.

"Yes?"

The words stuck in my throat like a jammed spring on a toaster. I looked at them both like an absolute idiot. Come on Robbie.

"Can we help you?" she said.

I was absolutely rooted to the spot. My mouth opened assertively and then quivered shut just as quickly. My heart suddenly began to drum in my chest as I stared down at these two beautiful women. Both slid up onto their elbows and stretched their chests, looking at me with absolute contempt. Athletic Sarah raised an eyebrow quizzically in my direction.

"Robbie? It is Robbie, right?"

My eyes snapped over to her friend who had just asked the question.

"Yeah, Robbie!" I said stupidly. "What are you girls up to today?"

What the fuck was I doing? I was absolutely blowing this! I hadn't thought this through at all. The two girls passed an awkward look between each other before turning back to me. I felt like a freak, like a piece of modern art that was hung with the sole intention of making visitors think "huh?".

"Not much," Sarah said slowly. "Tanning."

"Might swim later," said the other girl. "Did you want something?"

"Oh. No. Just saying hi". I looked away. "I'm Robbie by the way."

"Yeah," said Sarah the same way you might talk to a dog with an acquired brain injury. "We know. I'm Sarah. This is Kate".

"Kate" repeated Kate, throwing up a hand of acknowledgement.

I was standing so close to them. I was being an absolutely weirdo. How had growing a twelve-inch dick given me less game? I had just assumed I would know exactly what to say when I got over here but my brain was a vacuum; my brain had been terraformed into the Mexican desert and I was watching a single tumbleweed breeze across the great expanse.