Kota didn't hesitate. The second Dennis bent over and started shaking that plump, lace-covered ass, the pink panties stretched so tight they looked ready to snap, Kota stepped forward, cock throbbing heavy in his fist, and pressed the fat, leaking head right against the twitching hole hidden beneath the delicate fabric.
He hooked two fingers into the waistband of the panties, yanked them to the side with a soft rip of lace, and pushed in.
The first inch sank slow, the tight ring stretching wide around his new, impossible girth, and Dennis moaned instantly—high, broken, almost shocked.
"F-fuck—Master—it's too big—way too big—"
His voice cracked on the second word as Kota kept going, the thick shaft forcing its way deeper, veins dragging along those fluttering walls that clenched and spasmed like they were trying to push him out and pull him in at the same time.
Kota barely managed two full thrusts, slow before Dennis's legs started shaking violently, tears already welling at the corners of his eyes, his tiny cocklet leaking a steady drip onto the tiled floor. "Ahh—please—too much—gonna cry—Master, it's splitting me—"
Riley knelt down beside them, eyes wide with disbelief, platinum hair falling across his forehead as he stared at the way Kota's cock stretched Dennis open.
"He's over-exaggerating, right? You've taken me plenty of times before and I'm not small."
But when Riley leaned in closer, watching the way the thick length disappeared inch by inch, he swallowed hard.
"Holy shit… it really is bigger." He reached up without thinking, wrapping both hands around the base of Kota's cock where it wasn't buried inside Dennis, feeling the new heat and girth.
"Did you get surgery or something? Take rhino pills? What the fuck is going on with this thing?"
Kota paused mid-thrust, breathing rough, the stall suddenly feeling smaller with both of them staring at him like he was some kind of freak of nature.
"I don't know," he admitted, voice low and edged with confusion.
"It just… happened last night. Measured it soft and it was already huge. Now it's even bigger hard." He pulled back slowly, the drag making Dennis whimper and push back desperately, then looked at Riley. "Can we still fuck or what?"
Riley's eyes sparkled with that familiar mix of nerves and hunger. "Most definitely. But I'm gonna need to train on a couple monster dildos first to even have a chance at taking all that." He glanced down at the massive shaft still glistening with Dennis's slick, then back up at Kota with a sheepish little grin. "No way I'm fitting that without practice. You're like… hentai levels now."
Kota didn't know if he should feel sad or complimented. The words landed somewhere in the middle, a strange warmth blooming in his chest even as his cock throbbed angrily at the denial. He shrugged it off, the motion making his heavy length slap against Dennis's ass cheek with a wet smack.
"Fine. I'm not leaving until I nut, so I'm just gonna give you both a facial instead."
Riley and Dennis moaned in perfect unison, the sound echoing off the tiled walls of the stall like a prayer. Riley scrambled up, dragging a black duffel bag out from behind the toilet that he must have stashed earlier. He unzipped it quick, pulling out a bottle of portable lube—the travel-sized kind with a flip-top cap, and a change of Dennis's non-slutty clothes for later. Kota teased him with a low chuckle, voice rough.
"So slutty you came prepared with portable lube? You really planned this whole thing, huh?"
Riley blushed but didn't deny it, handing the bottle over with a shaky hand. Kota grabbed it, squeezed a generous amount into his palm until it overflowed, then slicked his cock up with long, slow strokes that made the lube glisten under the fluorescent lights.
The wet schlick-schlick filled the stall, mixing with Dennis's soft whimpers as he stayed bent over, ass still presented, pink lace panties yanked to the side.
Kota slapped his heavy cock against their tongues every now and then, first Riley's, then Dennis's, watching the way their mouths opened wide and eager, tongues lolling out like hungry puppies. He kept stroking, faster now, hand flying over the thick, veiny length, the new size making every motion feel obscene and powerful. Riley and Dennis stayed on their knees side by side, faces tilted up, eyes glassy and desperate, tongues flicking out to catch every slap and every drop of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.
Kota stroked and stroked, the pressure building fast and relentless, until their faces were painted. Thick, heavy ropes erupted in long, forceful arcs, way more than he had ever produced before, splattering across Riley's cheeks, painting Dennis's freckled nose, dripping into open mouths and sliding down chins in glossy white sheets.
It kept coming, pulse after pulse, until both their faces were absolutely covered, cum dripping from eyelashes, streaking through hair, pooling on their tongues as they moaned and swallowed what they could catch.
Kota was so confused. Sure, he could cum a whole lot before, but this was turning into straight hentai levels of cum—thick, endless, the volume almost ridiculous as it kept pumping out in heavy spurts that refused to stop. And the smell—musky, potent, stronger than it had ever been—filled the stall like a thick fog.
Dennis leaned in like a dirty little slut, sniffing deep at the base of Kota's cock where the musk was strongest, eyes fluttering as he moaned around a mouthful of cum. "Mmm… I like this new Kota's cock better… smells so good… tastes even better…"
Kota smiled despite himself, the praise hitting somewhere deep and warm, but he tried to step toward the sink to wash off the mess still coating his hand and shaft. Riley stopped him with a quick hand on his wrist. "Don't worry about it. The lube's pore soluble. It'll dry up and flake off later. No mess."
Kota nodded, still catching his breath, and pulled his pants back up, tucking the massive, spent length away with some effort. The new size made everything feel tighter, more obvious, but he zipped up anyway and stepped out of the stall. As he left the bathroom, the hallway still strangely empty, he noticed a tall alt boy passing by—black hair falling over one eye, piercings glinting, dressed in ripped jeans and a band tee. The boy gave Kota a knowing wink, eyes flicking down to the front of his jeans for half a second before he kept walking like nothing had happened.
Kota looked at his phone again, thumb swiping the screen. Damn, it was already third period? How long had he been stroking for? The numbers on the clock stared back at him like an accusation. Ugh. Gym time.
The bell for the next period was going to ring any minute, and Kota could already feel the weight of the day pressing down again, the strange new reality of his body and the endless hunger of everyone around him refusing to let him catch even a single breath of normal. He shoved the phone back into his pocket, the fabric pulling tight across the front of his jeans in a way that made him hyper-aware of every inch, and started walking toward the gym wing, the empty hallway stretching out ahead like it was waiting for whatever came next.