Do you even have to ask?

Any other time, Danny would have hesitated. If he'd thought about it, he'd have said there was no way Tanya's massive dick would ever fit. But right now his cock is harder than it's ever been, and all he can think about is the rich smell of futa cock and how badly he wants to please the hung goddess in front of him. So, without a word, Danny turns and bends over the desk.

"Open up." Tanya instructs, and when Danny opens his mouth, she fills them with her panties. "You can spit them out if you want, but I suspect you'll like the taste."

True enough, the musky flavor does make Danny want to keep sucking them, so he does. The futa wastes no time strapping Danny in position to the desk. "Your first time with a futa can be kind of intense, so these are to help hold you down. If you say stop, I'll stop." Not that anyone ever does. Now, time to expose her plaything.

Tanya's hands roughly grab hold of Danny's pants and splits them wide open, tearing them apart. His shirt and pants quickly follow.

"Don't worry," she says as she shreds his outfit, "We'll provide you with a uniform once the orientation is over. You won't be needing any of the clothes you brought with you, and we recommend you donate them to charity. Pay it forward, you know?" She steps back to survey her handiwork.

Danny's reasonably active, jogging a couple times a week, so his legs are slim and his ass is small, but toned. Owing to either genetics or possibly low testosterone levels, he doesn't have very thick body hair, although there certainly is a thin carpet on his legs and ass. His erection, pushed downward by the desk, stretches about four and a half inches, with proportionally sized balls. About average, for a man. Barely anything compared to Tanya, who's massive even by futa standards. Tanya spits in her hand, then reaches out to jerk off Danny's dicklet.

"That's right. You're very excited, aren't you?" She says, sweetly. "I can feel you twitching, almost ready to cum. It's ok, Danny, you can cum for me. You're just a man, no one's expecting you to have any endurance. Spray you little male cum all over the floor for me. It's not like you'll need an erection to please me anyway. So just blow your load from that cute little dick of yours."

Tanya's grin widens as she sees Danny blush and feels his orgasm build. Sure, she could be all mean and bully him for being small, but it's her belief that it's much more emasculating if she's nice while pointing out how tiny he is, and at Stanford, emasculation is key to the male student experience. Tanya doesn't actually have any issues with men holding onto the illusion of masculinity, but she definitely thinks they'll have a lot more fun at college if they just let go and accept the role nature intended for them, so naturally she does her best to help make that happen.

Between Tanya's skilled fingers and her "encouraging" words, Danny doesn't stand a chance, and after a few seconds a thin stream of white dribbles from his dick into a shot glass on the floor. He moans softly as he cums, but otherwise doesn't say anything. Somehow, it feels like talking would break whatever magnificent spell he's under. Even if some of what Tanya is saying doesn't quite sit right. Tanya grabs the glass and tosses it back real quick, downing the few drops of cum inside it. Some futa think she's crazy, but Tanya just loves the taste of sperm. For some reason, futa ichor just doesn't quite have that same tang to it.

"Good boy." Tanya says, kissing the top of his head. "Now, let's get you ready for the main event."

She grabs a bottle of lube off the desk and dumps a very generous amount of it on Danny's ass.

"Now, if you were a woman, my pheromones would have you nice and loose already, but they don't work on you." Yet. Tanya adds mentally. One way or another, most male students end up susceptible to pheromones by the end of their first month. "But don't worry, this lube is specifically designed to help men accommodate futa cock. We'll get you stretched out in no time."