Kota trudged up the stairs to the second floor, each step sending a fresh ripple of dull ache through his thighs and hips, the kind of deep.
The backpack strap dug into his shoulder like a reminder of everything he was trying to pretend hadn't happened yesterday, the weight of books he hadn't opened feeling heavier than usual. His new reality pressed against the front of his jeans too, thicker, heavier, the soft length already shifting with every stride in a way that still felt alien after last night's discovery. 8.9 inches limp.
He kept his eyes on the scuffed linoleum steps, the faint echo of his sneakers mixing with the distant chatter from the main hallway below, trying to ignore the low thrum of dread building in his gut from Riley's text.
The slut bathroom.
Of all places.
He pushed through the heavy door at the top of the stairs and stepped into the second-floor hallway.
The usual chaos was muted today, lockers half-closed, a few stragglers hurrying to class—but when he turned the corner toward the bathroom near the back stairs, the silence hit him like a wall. It was emptier than before.
Hell, scratch that.
It was completely empty.
No vape clouds drifting from the vents, no muffled moans leaking from the stalls, no rhythmic slapping of skin or the wet sounds of mouths working overtime that usually filled this place like background music.
The tiled floor gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, the air strangely still and cool, carrying only the faint chemical bite of cleaner someone had used recently.
Kota paused in the doorway, scanning the row of stalls, the glory hole in the far one staring back at him like a dark, empty eye. No one. Not a single soul. The usual crowd of bold femboys who treated this bathroom like their personal playground had vanished, leaving it hollow and echoing.
He looked around for Riley anyway, heart picking up speed despite himself, the new weight between his legs giving another insistent twitch at the sheer emptiness of the space. A voice called from the end stall—the handicapped one, the biggest in the row, the one with extra room and no one ever dared use unless they planned something filthy.
"Kota… over here."
The voice was Riley's, but softer than usual, edged with something nervous that made Kota's stomach flip. He sighed, long and heavy, the sound bouncing off the tiles as he crossed the empty bathroom. His hand hovered on the stall door for a second, metal cool under his palm, before he pushed it open.
The handicapped stall was bigger, just like always, extra space around the toilet, grab bars on the walls, the faint smell of fresh air freshener someone had sprayed to cover up whatever had happened in here last. But the sight inside stopped Kota cold.
Dennis stood there in the center of the stall, wearing the sluttiest outfit Kota had ever seen on him. Tight pink lacy panties hugged his hips like a second skin, the delicate fabric stretched thin over the swell of his massive ass, the front pouch barely containing his tiny cocklet that was already half-hard and straining against the lace.
A matching pink lacy bra clung to his chest, but it covered nothing, thin straps framing his smooth pecs, the sheer cups doing nothing to hide his nipples, the underwire pushing everything up in a way that made him look both vulnerable and shameless at the same time.
His darkish-red hair with ginger roots fell messily across his forehead, cheeks flushed deep pink, eyes wide and nervous as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making those planetary cheeks jiggle softly in the lace.
Riley stood just behind him, leaning against the grab bar, platinum hair still perfect but his usual cocky smirk replaced by something fidgety, fingers twisting together as he glanced between Kota and Dennis. "So… um… do you like Dennis's slutty outfit?" Riley asked, voice cracking just a little, the nervousness bleeding through despite the teasing words.
Kota's mouth went dry.
His eyes dragged over Dennis's body, slow, deliberate, the way the pink lace dug into the soft flesh of his hips, the way his plump ass cheeks spilled out the bottom of the panties, the sheer bra doing nothing to hide the way his chest rose and fell with quick, anxious breaths.
A grin tugged at Kota's lips before he could stop it, dark and hungry, the leftover dominance from yesterday flaring back to life like a match to dry tinder. He reached down without a word, unbuttoned his jeans, and whipped his cock out in one smooth motion. It sprang free already hard, thick and heavy, the new length and girth making it slap heavily against his stomach with a meaty sound that echoed in the stall.
Riley gasped, a full, broken moan slipping out as his eyes locked onto it. "Holy shit… did it get bigger?"
Dennis didn't wait for an answer. He bent over near instantly, hands bracing on the toilet lid, back arched deep so his ass pushed out toward Kota like an offering. The pink lace panties stretched tight across his cheeks, the fabric riding up into the deep cleft as he started shaking his ass—slow at first, then faster, the massive globes jiggling and clapping softly together, the lace doing nothing to hide the way his hole twitched and winked beneath it.
"Please, Kota… your big cock… I need it… been thinking about it all morning… fuck me… use me… make me your slutty little toy…"
The stall felt smaller suddenly, the air thick with the scent of fresh nervousness and the faint vanilla body spray Riley always wore, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like it was holding its breath. Kota stood there, cock throbbing in his fist, the grin still pulling at his lips as Dennis kept shaking that plump, lace-covered ass, begging in that high, desperate voice while Riley watched with wide, glassy eyes, fingers still twisting together like he couldn't decide whether to join or just keep staring.
The emptiness of the bathroom outside the stall made everything feel louder, the soft clap of Dennis's cheeks, the wet sound of his own pre-cum slicking his palm, the quick, anxious breaths filling the space between them.
Kota's mind flashed back to last night's measurement, the impossible 8.9 inches soft, and the fresh heat that surged through him now made the new size feel even more real, heavier, ready. He took one step forward, the stall door clicking shut behind him, sealing the three of them inside the bigger space as Dennis kept begging, ass still shaking, pink lace stretched tight and ready to be ruined.