"What are you frowning at?" Tiffany asked me. Nothing had happened -- I'd apparently lost the power I'd had over her. Things were going to be very strange from now on, I decided.
She yawned and stretched. "Hmm, maybe I'll sleep on thinking about what else to do to you -- I mean for you." She smiled. "Besides, I'm sure you want to do a little exploration."
I got back to my room and realized she was right. I took off the tank top and did some experimental flexing in my mirror -- holy crap, I was a perfect male specimen. I couldn't wait to go back to school on Monday. The cheerleaders were probably going to be throwing themselves at me.
At that point, I could literally feel the blood rushing into my enlarged equipment. I sat down in my desk chair, yanked down my boxer shorts, and brought up the "porn" directory I kept hidden on my computer.
I grabbed my dick and had a little bit of a shock -- there was some slick fluid on its surface. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped it off; it was dry for a couple of seconds, but then became slick again, as if the fluid had seeped directly out of the pores. It dawned on me that this must have been one of the other changes Tiffany had made to me. It couldn't hurt to be self-lubricating.
I started playing a movie on my computer monitor. A big-titted brunette in a skimpy bikini was lying on a couch. I started rubbing myself -- even with the lubrication, there was a good amount of friction -- and, wow, the feelings were intense. It was a good thing I was sitting down, because the rest of my body was going weak, even numb, as my pleasure increased. Finally, when I couldn't stand it any longer, I just let go...
What came out was a lot more than I was expecting. I'd managed to spray everywhere, on my leg, on top of my desk, on my computer keyboard, on the monitor. But as I watched, the globs of white fluid just disappeared, fading into nothingness. I felt a spot on my desk where I'd deposited a dollop -- nothing, not even residual dampness.
It hadn't disappeared from my leg, though. It looked strangely thick, and seemed to smell sweet. I tentatively scooped the cum up with two fingers which I raised to my nose. Yes, that's where the sweet smell was coming from. I couldn't resist; I stuck out my tongue and gave it an experimental taste.
Within two seconds, I was licking my fingers clean. It was delicious -- kind of like a vanilla milkshake, although the flavor was more complicated than that. Once word got out that my semen tasted like this, I figured that not only would the cheerleaders be throwing themselves at me, but even the female teachers would want a piece of that action.
I was hard again, I realized, and raring to go again. The porn movie continued on my monitor. It only took me a couple more minutes to come again, and I spewed out just as much as I had the first time. Just as before, any that didn't land on my body quickly vanished, and I finally figured out it was another magical enhancement, courtesy of Tiffany.
After I licked my fingers clean, with the porno still playing on my monitor, I thought about getting hard again -- and it worked within seconds. I imagined myself soft, and watched my cock deflate before my eyes. A little bit of experimentation proved that I had at least partial control over my erections.
I willed myself fully hard and went back to rubbing. This time, I managed to concentrate with one part of my brain while the rest of me was enjoying the pleasure, and it wasn't until the very end of the scene on my monitor that I let myself go a third time.
Another delicious taste of myself, and I was ready for bed. Boxer shorts back on, computer off, lights out, and I fell asleep quickly.