Another oddity of dating Ali was all the weight I was gaining and by weight I mean mass.
I wasn't getting fat, I was getting "swole" as the guys at the University Rec Center would say.
While I was never overweight or out of shape, most women would probably have described me as frail.
Slowly at first I started to notice more mass in my arms and torso, and then slowly my legs.
After almost a month and a half of dating Ali, those same women would have generally referred to me as a meathead.
I was a big guy to say the least. Not bodybuilder big, but big enough to make Ali and Maddie even more affectionate toward me.
They settled into a routine of touching my muscles even chance they got.
Surprisingly, their attitude toward me became more submissive. Before they would test me or talk back, now I usually didn't hear another word out of them if I decided something.
My early morning fucks with Ali continued, at this point I barely made it back to my own dorm room.
A few weeks ago Maddie and Ali cleared out my dorm, only leaving a few odds and ends.
They triumphantly declared their room, my room.
The craziest part of my transformation was my growing dick.
While most guys would be excited to have their penis grow into a porn star sized battering ram designed to mold women to their shape, my ever growing dick caused a momentous concern.
I was constantly horny, my balls literally needed to be drained right after a workout. I was a man in constant need.
The amount of testosterone in my body was insane. The way I treated Ali and Maddie was downright rude and egotistical.
I would boss them around, making them bend at my will, I even stopped listening to them when they talked about anything other than serving me.
While before I treated Ali like my fuck toy and Maddie like a close friend, I simply started to look at all women as objects. Or as Ali liked to remind me "fuck toys!"
My mind was going in circles. At one moment I was self conscious about my actions, telling myself I knew I needed to treat women with respect. While on the other hand, my balls needed release, I had to control women, make them sluts to my needs.
Whenever I had a moment of clarity post fuck, really anytime my balls were empty, I would try to engage with Ali.
"How was your day?" I would ask or a compliment about her over the top outfit.
Ali and Maddie would just laugh, "Oh daddy, that doesn't matter!"
Conversations would revolve around how well Ali was pleasuring me, if her lips were big enough, did she have any wrinkles showing during a blow job, could she get skimpier lingerie that still kept her tits in place?
No, definitely not to the last one!
Her need to objectify herself simply increased to a point that she was simply holes for me to use.
She was even right about Maddie. I needed two sluts to meet my needs now.
I had decided, I was ready to take Maddie, she needed to become my second Fuck Toy.
******
(About a month later)
My plan to "take" Maddie was interrupted by my growing needs. In the last month alone I went from decently sized muscles to bodybuilder big.
To make matters worse, my so called cock went from Porn Star sized to Guinness Book of World Records large. While "IT" was easily over a foot long, the girth and overall shape lent to its scariness.
It's size, weight, and the amount of veins showing caused me to shutter any time I made eye contact with the beast. My opinion was morphing away from pride and more towards fear of its scale. A battering ram is what it had become, but also it's own life form, in an odd way it was controlling me.
In more ways than one it was causing me to make ridiculous decisions.
Here is one of those times...
******
Just last week while leaving class I ran into Abby, Ali's friend from the coffee shop.
She immediately spotted my newly imposing size and gave me the all too familiar look I received from all females "that's a fucking stud, literally a fucking stud!" That's at least what I thought was going through their minds.
Abby immediately perked up, straightening her posture making her Double D's pop off her ridiculously skinny frame.
The blonde hair helped seal the deal for me.
"Hey Jonny, is that you?!"
