Chapter 1: Introduction
The low buzz of Emily’s hummingbird-esque vibrator echoed from beyond the plaster wall separating the bedrooms. I sighed, pausing my own digital plaything; the room felt too conspicuously quiet without it. She was in there, getting her nightly hands-on lesson about her own sexuality with her trusty vibrator. Masturbating was no foreign thing to me, either—but tonight felt different. Something in the atmosphere had changed.
It wasn’t the stale air filled with the scent of takeout and bound textbooks or the faint sounds of a lullaby-esque melody that spilled from Emily's side of the wall. No, it was me that felt different—weird, even. I rubbed my eyes in the dim bedroom light, squinting to see if there was any change in my reflection on the antique mirror above my desk.
I was the same Alyssa, right? Or at least, I hoped so. It had started with just a dream, a strange, vivid vision of my body transforming in my sleep. I shook it off as a result of the endless sleepless nights spent cramming for tests, until I felt the unfamiliar weight in my pants—or rather, the unexpected bulge where pants should not bulge. Leaning closer to the mirror, I gingerly prodded at the budding appendage, peering at it with a mix of shock, fear, and a touch of fascination.
It *felt* real to the touch, and I gasped as I felt the tip begin to stiffen. This was no longer just a result of lack of sleep or stress anymore, but a physically tangible reality.
I heard a small giggle behind me, sending a startled yelp out of me. Immediately I tried pulling my hand away and smoothing out my rumpled pajama bottoms.
Emile's chuckle grew louder, and I swiveled around on my heels to see her standing in the crack of our shared doorway, hair disheveled, eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Are you okay, roomie?" she asked, her voice casual as she walked over to my bed, plopping down cross-legged beside me. Her bright blue eyes bore into mine, and I felt my cheeks burning. "You sounded like you were in the middle of something."
"I...
uh...I was just um...this," I stammered, unable to find the words to explain my sudden transformation. My heart was racing, and I could feel the anticipation building inside me like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
Emily raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering for a moment on the bulge in my pajama bottoms before finally meeting my eyes. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.
"So, you're a futa now, huh?" she said, nearly whispering.
Her voice was like honey, smooth and sweet, invading my ears like a welcome melody that soothed yet excited me. I couldn't look away from the intensity of her gaze, and I could feel my heart drumming in my chest with mounting desire.
A sudden rush of blood flooded my face, and I looked down at the rumpled bedsheets, trying to find an excuse to escape her probing eyes. But no words of escape came to mind.
I looked back up at Emily, who sat there with a devilish grin painted on her face, her eyes dancing with a mischievous energy that set me on edge.
Without a word, she crawled across the bed towards me, her movements fluid like a cat stalking its prey. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, anticipation making my throat dry. I could hear my pulse racing in my ears, and my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.
Emily's lips curved into a mischievous grin as she drew closer to me, her eyes gleaming with desire.
"What do we have here, Alyssa?" she asked, her voice dripping with sexual innuendo. "A little futa kitten playing with herself?"
I trembled beneath her scrutiny, my desire for release growing with each passing moment. My fingers danced over my swollen, sensitive parts, teasing myself mercilessly as Emily sat down beside me.
I felt a familiar familiarity in her presence, yet there was something different about her. It was strange, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow more alive than before, as if she were basking in the raw, unbridled heat radiating off me. She leaned closer, her breath hot against my neck, and whispered, "Don't be scared, Alyssa.
I want to help you explore this new side of you."
Her words sent a jolt of desire straight to my core, and I whimpered, my fingers quickening their pace. Emily's calm, soothing voice was a welcome contrast to the chaotic maelstrom that was swirling inside me.
She reached out, curling her fingers around my differenced bits, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from me. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the pillow as she touched me in ways I had never experienced before.
The tenderness of her grip sent waves of pleasure racing through every inch of my body, her thumb circling the head of my throbbing dick with a delicacy that electrified my senses. I couldn't believe what was happening—it was almost too good to be true.
Moments later, Emily slid down farther, settling onto her knees between my thighs. I opened my eyes just in time to see her giving me a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming in the dim room.
"You ready, kitten?" she asked in a low growl that immediately tightened my stomach with anticipation.
Emily didn't give me time to respond. She ducked her head down, her small pink tongue snatching a quick, playful swipe at the pre-cum leaking from the engorged tip. I let out a low moan at the sensation, fisting the sheets below me as I reveled in the feeling of her hot mouth surrounding my new appendage and her lips gliding up and down in a teasingly slow motion.
The pleasure was almost overwhelming, like nothing I had ever experienced before. I couldn't help but buck my hips upwards, craving more.
Emily took the cue, sucking and sliding faster, adding her hand into the mix to pump what couldn't fit into her mouth, squeezing tightly. She looked up at me, her bright blue eyes full of a wicked kind of mischief.
"You taste good, Alyssa," she smirked, licking her lips.
"I wanna taste this fat futa cock of yours all over my body."
I gasped, feeling the shame I felt earlier melt away as Emily's skilled mouth worked wonders on my now ultra-sensitive member. I felt my body writhing beneath her, my fingers digging into the sheets, clawing desperately as pleasure coursed through my veins.
"I can't take much more," I cried out, my voice breaking like a high note on a violin.
Emily didn't just slow down, though.
No, she kept the momentum, the pace, that same wicked and wild tempo going, and with her free hand, she reached to grab her phone that she had conveniently placed on the stand nearby. She hit the power button, scrolling through an extensive catalog of porn. She found what she was looking for, plugged in her earphones, and pressed play.
The room filled with moans and lewd sounds, serving as a soundtrack to the increasingly obscene scene between us.
Emily had turned her head to the side, an earpiece in each ear, eyes closed as she took in the audio she'd chosen. It made it easier to lose myself in the moment, to forget that it was my roommate before me, and just focus on the intense pleasure she was pulling from my transformed body.
Her head bobbed furiously, and I saw the flush spread across her cheeks as her own moans came faster and more urgent. She moved her hand from my dick, tracing it along my thigh and inner leg, sliding lower, closer to my balls.
I whimpered in intense anticipation. Her other hand moved to cup my balls, gently squeezing as she eased the engorged head of my dick into her wet, eager mouth. I cried out, arching my back as I felt her tongue dance across my sensitive flesh. I could hear her moans of pleasure syncing with the beat of each thrust of my hips, her hand skillfully playing me like a maestro would his instrument.
The sound of the porn filling the room, the smell of sweat and sex—it was almost too much for my senses to take.
Her grip tightened, and she looked up at me through thick eyelashes, her blue eyes heavy with need. It was a look I couldn’t resist, one that held a hunger only I could sate. I could feel my legs start to tremble from the sheer force of each thrust. The sheets beneath me were soaked with sweat and various other bodily fluids.
My legs still trembled from the aftershocks of each powerful orgasm that Emily had pulled from my transformed body, and I felt utterly spent in the most delicious way possible.
Emily finally released her tight grip on my spent cock, licking me clean with a moan of satisfaction. "Delicious," was the only word she muttered, making me blush with more than a bit of embarrassment. The hum of the porn still played in the background, adding to the surreal atmosphere of the dorm room.