Next morning

You wake to, instant regret? What the hell did you do last night? You had a three way with a Futa!!? Or is that two Futas? Your roommate brought you a piece as a home-warming gift? What kind of sick person does something like that?
But, you feel like you’ve grown too. Are you a bit taller or maybe a bit buffer? You have to admit you do feel great, but you shouldn’t be doing stuff like this, even if it feels amazingly good. Seriously you feel like you’re walking on clouds. Shit how badly did you need that? Whatever, it doesn’t matter now. You got it! A thought wanders across your mind zone. Would she do this again? On her own, or maybe if you asked? You shake your head, those are dangerous thoughts.

Ha, you’re actually starving time to refuel. You open your door to grab some breakfast. What happened to that Futa after your roommate corrupted her? You don’t have to wonder about this too long as your roommate’s door slips open and out steps the very Futa you saw created last night. She sees you eating at the table and walks into the kitchen draping herself over the counter, quite the spread. “Looking for something tasty?” you almost choke on your cereal.

She likes the color rising on your cheeks. So you’re treated to the sight of the newcomer repositioning to show off her peachy ass and spreading it to show you her tight pussy “I had a great time last night, round two?”

You’re saved the embarrassment of trying to answer when your roommate comes out and drags the vixen back into her sex lair “You’re wasting your time he’s straight.” The new Futa starts to argue, but it’s cut off abruptly by a wet sounding GLHHHHK! When you look down at the spoon you’ve been lifting toward your lips for about a minute you see the cereal has already spilled over the side. You should probably finish your breakfast somewhere else.
The inevitable wet slapping sounds start and you clear out of the common area with the quickness.

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You slip out and head for work. At last somewhere you can be at peace. Until it’s time to head home again. She’s there she’s always there teasing you, taunting you, torturing you. Day after day is the same she comes back from work with a man or a woman. When it’s a woman you’re invited to take part and your willpower crumbles again and again. It’s the same, it always ends the same with a freshly corrupted Futa showing off her incredible body trying to tempt you into surrendering your manhood for the bliss of her company. Why do they keep getting hotter? Turning them down gets harder and harder, so does your cock. It’s been getting so bad that you have to jerk off at work to relieve the pressure.

You thought living with a Futa intent on protecting you would be paradise, instead it has turned into the abyss. Somehow you manage to make it through a month of this never-ending torture. Your roommate justifies everything by saying you’re totally straight. She has no shame about showing her body off around the house saying and doing the most explicitly sexual things. It’s like you’re living in a house that’s the first few minutes of a porno flick the cheesy nonsense right before they get to fucking. But you never get to the fucking part. And if you did somehow get to the fucking part you’d be transformed into a slutty Futa by your roommate.

It feels like you’re on the verge of going crazy. Something has to give. You realize it as you’re jerking off in the bathroom at work for the third time today. You’re barely functioning, you feel like a wild beast pacing inside a cage waiting for the next scrap of pussy your roommate will toss in front of you. You need to move out… or fuck her? You’ve never seen a Futa who wasn’t happy with her corruption and the way they moan, you can’t even escape it in your dreams. You need to do something, but what?