Has It's Thorns

1 month later

"Yeah I think I can handle that... can you just send me your work for problem 2 so I can have some reference?"

James sighed with relief as he shook his head, "You're a life saver Jakob! Yeah for sure I can send you that, you really think you'll have it done by saturday? All of it?"

I nodded my head as I put my laptop into my bag, "Don't worry, I usually always have time on weekends. Besides, thermo is actually kind of important in my major, so I'll take whatever work that I can get."

He chuckled, "Hey man you can change the word **** all you like, it's still ****."

I laughed back as we both exited the upper door of the auditorium, and down the halls of the physics building. We talked a little bit about whether or not Josh Allen or Patrick Mahomes was gonna win MVP this year, Allen being my pick, before we eventually parted ways as we exited towards the parking lot.

The sun was setting and the leaves were beautifully rustling with the wind. The chill breeze felt great against my neck as I walked that familiar path home.

Ever since Rose had that sudden change everything felt...different. Adapting to her new role as my dominant futa girlfriend has been... interesting to say the least. In those first couple of days with her, she was very aggresive, constantly flaunting her new member and amazon size, but over the past couple of weeks she's been... changing to say the least.

At first I was pretty happy to accept the role, I found a kind of pleasure that I had never felt before, being degraded to the role of a slut, but after awhile, I started to feel unloved, disrespected, and treated more as her fleshlight than her boyfriend. I could tell she was starting to feel bad as well.

Even though she had been pretty persuasive in wearing the pants, she still had little to no desire to do anything... masculine I think. I don't know, I guess what I'm trying to say is she still acted like my girlfriend when she was doing anything not sex related. She still cooked, she still wanted to be the little spoon half the time, rub my back after I get home from school, do my laundry and clean around the house.

One day she just snapped; I came home from school one day to her absolutely wailing in tears, on her knees, begging to forgive for how she acted and how she never wanted to lose me. I didn't even know what to think, the damage had already been done and her dick and new size showed no signs of dissapearing.

I love her though. I love that woman with every fiber in my body and nothing will ever change that. That's why I forgave her, it was the only reasonable decision to make in my fanatic love for this woman.

Weirdly enough, she started to let me fuck her, she started to please me orally, and kinda took the role of the bottom again.

It was... weird to say the least, I could tell my average sized cock was hard (impossible) to please her. The way she bit her fingers in stress while getting fucked hurt me, it was almost like the further we went into our sessions, the less interested in sex she became.

It was infuriating, and I KNEW it was aggrevating her, and it wasn't her or my fault. I started to use dildos, REALLY big dildos.

The 8 inch strapon dildo we had had just as little of an effect as my dick did, and the 11 inch one was enough to get her to have any sort of reaction that wasn't ****, but the only one that could get her to genuinely moan was a brand new 17 inch dildo that I had to spend like 200$ on.

It felt humiliating watching her get pleased more from a plastic toy than me, and it really started to get to my head. I really started to question if I could ever be the man again, if she really was gonna stay with me despite her sexual needs.

I shook my head as I looked up at our apartment complex. I almost forgot that I was walking home I was so caught up in thought, I opened that same familiar black gate as I neared the stairs up to building 9.

All this thinking about her, when I knew she was literally waiting for me behind that same, familiar door. I neared the end of the stairs as I walked up to the door.

... sigh ...