It was the loud roar of a superbike racing through the streets that brought James's consciousness back to reality.
He woke with a start, breathing heavily, everything around him a blur. His nose was hit with a variety of scents, a static sound rang through his ears, and his skin felt slightly irritated.
"Fuck!"
Groggily, the boy sat up, rubbing a hand over his face and shaking his head.
"I feel like I've been sleeping for a week," James groaned, the noise around him quieting and his sight clearing.
"Urghhh!!"
James exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet and retreating as his eyes came into contact with the blood diagram on the floor and, most importantly, the dry carcass beside him.
The dark fur which had covered the Doberman had turned a dull grey, and its body had been squeezed of every liquid.
His right hand went to his nose to defend against the rotten smell that had begun to pervade the room, but then he immediately forgot the stench and looked down, staring at the area between his legs.
He went completely still, his eyes widening, seconds passing as he tentatively stared at his dick, his heart racing.
With trembling arms, James carefully reached out and put his right hand on his dick, using just a single finger to press down on his cock, which currently stood hard, dark veins popping all over it, its length several times what it used to be.
He traced his finger over its entire length, a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. Then his finger slowly wrapped around it, giving it a squeeze and eliciting a groan from him.
"How long is this?"
James's dick looked well over seven inches, but length wasn't what he wanted to check. It was his girth.
He turned to his reading desk, eyes searching for a ruler, but as he took a step toward it, he stopped, a grunt leaving his lips.
"My dick," he groaned in his head, bending over as a painful sensation came from it while it throbbed viciously.
James stared down at it, noticing that the swollen mushroom had turned red and that the veins had grown more pronounced. He wanted to assume this was just him being normally horny, but he knew better.
He didn't know the specifics, but the problem of his three-inch cock had been solved. His tool was well upgraded, but nothing came for free.
His cock throbbed again, and this time he found himself holding back a grunt. A hint of red was given to the world and his throat went dry.
"I need to cum."
James's hand flew around his cock and he began stroking it, relief beginning to hit him as his eyes searched around for lotion. Then he pulled his hand away from his meat with disgust.
"No way my first goon from this stick is going to come from my hands."
James needed a woman, and he knew where to get one.
Gritting his teeth and fighting through the pain his lower limb was wrecking through his body, James quickly dressed.
Not looking to agonize himself any further, he eschewed putting on underwear.
With a shirt and trousers on, he immediately bolted, exiting his room and heading for the floor above.
The building James stayed in had thirteen floors. It was close to campus, and while he stayed on the ninth floor, his target lived on the tenth.
Dang!!
Dang!!
James moved like a man possessed, thankfully coming across no one. He quickly knocked on his target's door and was full of relief when the slim blonde girl he had been looking for popped out.
"James," Annie called with surprise.
The sight of the female fueled the fire in his pants, but before he could step in and gobble the girl, a thick male voice came from inside.
"Annie, who is it?"
Other voices followed, but the girl didn't pay them any mind. Her eyes were fully on James, and not on his face but on what his hands were covering.
Slightly bent forward, his expression one of distress, it hadn't been hard for the girl to trace the source of his pain, and though he tried to cover it, she very clearly saw the bulge.
"Annie," a voice called from inside, coming closer to the door.
"What a bust."
Before the girl could say anything, James turned around and bolted. The blonde had been his best option, not his only option. There were perks to being popular.
Rushing through the corridor in his current condition was embarrassing for James, but what could he do? He didn't want to wank.
His mind screened the few girls in the building, calculating which was his next best shot, and within seconds he was banging on her door.
"Fuck, she's not home," James cried in his head.
He turned to leave, but then stopped as his eyes came upon a woman approaching.
Bam!!
He slapped a hand against the wall with force, a dull sound ringing out, and this was the only reason he hadn't rushed forward and, on the spot, ravaged the woman in front of him.
Breathing like a dog, grunts leaving his mouth, James had no doubt that the sight of him would send any woman running.
Abandoning his desire for pussy, he decided to escape his current torture with his hands, but the woman ahead did not make it easy.
"James, are you alright?" The woman moved closer, stopping just a few meters away.
"Yes."
"You don't look good to me."
"Because I'm not," he snapped.
He should have bolted, returned to his room, but the allure before him hooked him to the spot.
As they spoke, his eyes roamed over her entire form with a hunger any being could understand.
James didn't understand why she wasn't taking the hint, and then a thought hit him. He had never done it before, but…
"How much for a round?"