Not Measuring Up

The cramped back hallway I stand in alongside dozens of other new students blinks with fluorescent lighting, devoid of the bright and inviting sunlight of the main entrance to the building. As I wait in line, I feel a tingling build up in my stomach. Nerves? It could be. Is it possible I can fail any of these tests they are taking? I absolutely need to get in to this school. Whatever they need from this "measurement station," I have to pass it with flying colours.

"Move it boy-toy." I feel a nudge press against my back as a feminine voice speaks behind me, jostling me from another space-out. Why do I keep zoning out in this place? I turn to see a beautiful woman with tanned skin and short, shaggy brown hair. She's dressed like she just finished a running club, wearing tight running shorts that only go halfway down her muscular thighs and a sports top that seems to double as a bra, as I can see what must be D cups trying to burst out of a too-small shirt. What draws my eye back to her crotch is the obvious bulge that drags nearly to the bottom of her shorts. My heart skips a beat and my cock twitches... but only because she's tall... yeah, that must be why...

"Hello? Earth to loser? move up." She stares directly into me with her crystal blue eyes and I suddenly feel the pressure of the futa now fully in front of me.

"Oh, sorry. I must have gotten distracted."

"Yeah, distracted by this dick." She chuckles as I turn back around to face the door I am meant to enter soon. I ignore the blatant harassment from her. She's a futa, they can't help it.

My heart is beating even faster now... I don't even know why... Something is telling me to run out of here but something else is telling me to stay. To drop to my knees and... and what?

"Next!"

I jump again as I look up, seeing someone exit the station door. A boy about my height with jet black hair and blue eyes looks around, a massive blush across his face as he clutches his groin. He locks eyes with me and immediately looks down to his feet, stumbling down the corridor to what I assume is the next station. What happened to him?

"C'mon meat." I feel another bump on my back as the futa behind me thrusts her bulge against me, pushing me slightly forward.

"Okay, I am. Quit it..." I say softly. I tentatively walk forward towards the closing door, looking behind my shoulder in time to see the tanned futa looking down on me with a lecherous grin. Better watch out for her in the future.

As I enter the room, I find it rather cramped. Windowless and clean white, there is a table with papers strewn across it, a single chair facing the door, and a filing cabinet in the corner. The other two corners are blocked from view by sliding curtains, separated by the entrance door. The next thing I notice as I enter the room is the smell. I can't quite place it, but it makes my heart pound even harder in my chest, and my cock twitches in my jeans. An inviting, almost hypnotic smell that causes my eyes to roll back involuntarily as I take a big whiff.

" KRP-141, you should have been in here with the previous student." A voice calls from behind one of the curtains. A familiar voice, though you can't quite place it.

"No, I'm KKP-142." I call in response.

"I see, they must have gotten lost. walk in to the curtain on your right, I'll be with you once you're done."

I shrug, doing as I am told. As I walk in to the corner and close the curtain behind me, I find a laminated paper, wall hooks, a strange sort of gas mask, and what looks like a small standing shower. I grab the paper and read: remove your clothes. wear the mask. enter the shower. press the button. Ominous. I'm not sure how comfortable I am getting completely naked, but I already told myself I would do anything to get into this school, so here we go. I strip, placing my clothes on the hooks and grab the mask. It's some sort of hood that covers the whole head, leaving just enough to see through goggles and a breathing apparatus. After I put it on, I step into the shower, already fogging the goggles to the point I can barely see. I feel around for the button and press, hearing a loud click. Then the shower fills with a pink mist that entirely obscured my vision. I don't know what this mist shower is for, but I can feel a tingling all around my skin. As the mist continues to fill the shower, I hear the curtain open. Someone is entering my corner. I try to open the shower door, but it's locked, preventing me from seeing or stopping whatever is happening outside.

Eventually the mist subsides and I find I feel much more... sensitive? I hear another click as the shower door opens on its own. I step out, nearly ripping off the hood and breathing in a deep breath. As I get my bearings, I look down on my body. Wow. I was never all that hairy, but now? The patches of armpit, the single chest hair, and the tuft of pubes are all gone, completely smoothing me out from the neck down. I reach for my clothes as I feel oddly **** having lost all my body hair only to find those too, are missing.

"Alright KKP-142, you can step out to take your measurements now."

I feel my face fully flush. They took my clothes. They want me to come out completely naked? Is this a joke? I take a deep breath.

Steel yourself, Sam. Think of Sarah. You can do this.

With shaking hands, I slide open the curtain that separates my naked body from the rest of the room.

"Sam? I thought I recognized your voice!"

I look out to see a woman standing in the center of the room. She's wearing a tight pink latex dress that hugs her C breasts nearly at the nipple, going only so far down as to hide her crotch. Similar latex boots ride up to just above the knee with 3 inch heels, and matching gloves reaching up to above her elbows. A blonde pony tail holders her hair out of her face. She's so sexy... She's so revealed... She's...

"Sarah!?"

"No need to be shy Sam, we're both students here. I promise I won't bite." She smiles a coy smile as she sets a selection of tools next to her on the table. I quickly grab for my crotch, trying to hide my slowly growing boner.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I'm running the measurement station, silly. I told you when I got into futaU that I was taking the nursing program. Now that's enough chatter, I have lots of people to do this morning. Come here."

The sudden change of tone in her voice shocked me to silence. In the span of three sentences she went from my childhood crush Sarah, to nurse boss Sarah. It was like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. After all this time, Sarah was going to see my dick, and in such a clinical setting? What the hell is going on?!

"I said, come here." She repeated.

"Oh, sorry..."

Still holding my crotch, I shuffled forward to the center of the room.

"Alright Sam, I'm just going to take a few measurements from you to help see what program you will be taking. First, I need you to move your hands."

"Uh-um... are you sure all this is necessary Sarah?"

"Absolutely. And I'm sorry about this, but while we're in here I need you to call me 'ma'am.' We're supposed to be anonymous."

She leans slightly down to look me in the eyes as I stare daggers at the floor, completely embarrassed. As I look up at her, all I can really see is her tits straining against that latex dress.

"oh... okay..." I practically whimper, as I shakily move my hands to my side.

My dick is already half hard, and twitches at the cool air of the room and its complete exposure to my crush. I don't think I could blush more if I tried.

"Oh dear, we can't have that. Not yet anyways." Sarah giggles as she looks down at my cock. A new flush of shame hits me as she turns away to the table next to her, grabbing some sort of plastic pack. As she turns back, she presses it against my dick and I yelp as the cold strikes hard.

"This is so I can soften you up. I doubt I'll need a needle for this." She giggles again as she bends over in front of me, holding an ice pack against my cock while her underwear is clearly visible under her tiny dress. A purple thong, fully jammed into her bouncy ass! How I managed to get back to soft, I have no idea. I've never seen more of Sarah before, and I already feel as if I'm losing my mind. She turns back around, removing the ice and placing it back on the table, replacing it with a multi-tape measure.

"Now stay still and keep your hands to your sides." She said, getting into a full squat, revealing the thong beneath her dress. Is that a dark spot on her pussy...?

She holds the measure up to my shrunken penis and I can't help but cringe. This doesn't feel fair, having pressed ice against it right before hand...

"Soft, 2 inches length and 1 inch girth." She says as she stands again, turning to the table and marking something on a clipboard.

"Wait, it's totally--"

"Shh, Sam. Don't speak unless I tell you to." She quickly interjects, making me nearly jump in place. Then she giggles to herself.

"Don't worry though Sam, I know lots of people are growers, not showers. (not likely)." I heard her whisper something under her breath, but couldn't make it out. Her giggling reminded me of how she normally is though, and that comforted me enough. After all, if Sarah has been doing this all morning then she has seen plenty of dicks. Mine. Other guys... Futas......

"Now we can take the erect measurement. I can see you're already raring to go." She giggles again as she resumes her revealing squat in front of me, my dick hardening at the thought of Sarah touching all those other cocks... Suddenly she grabs me, her gloved hand lubricated at some point. She roughly circles a thumb over my tip, looking up at me with a grin.

"That's it, let nurse Sarah take care of things."

She continued to swirl her thumb across the tip of my dick until I'm fully hard, which doesn't take long at all. Then she began in earnest. She slowly stroked from the base of my dick, all the way off, completely letting go, yet hovering her hand just above my tip until she slide her slippery hand all the way back down again. It was amazing. Every instance of her rubbing my shaft caused me to whimper quietly as I struggled to keep my hands to my sides, yearning with every ounce of my being to grab Sarah and kiss her. But I kept still, tortured with pleasure.

"Good boy. That's a good boy."

Her shift in tone to soft and seductive almost caused me to burst then and there.

"Sarah I'm going to..."

Suddenly she let go. My rigid member hotter than the sun and dripping with whatever lubricant she had spread all over it.

"That's ma'am right now, Sam." Again her tone shifted to stern and business-like.

"But..." I mewl as she turns to the table, grabbing her measurement tools again. As she returns to me, she takes a noticeably less seductive stance, simply leaning down and brushing her ponytail behind her as she began to rapidly measure.

"Erect, 3 and 1/2 inches, 1 and 1/2 girth. Subject within small parameters." She said as she stood and turned once again to her clipboard and began to scribble. Small?!

"Wait, small? But I swear it... it gets bigger! It's just because of the cold in here. It's the ice pack you used!"

"Oh Sam, I've heard every excuse before. It's okay, lots of boys come out your size. Honestly, many can be smaller." Sarah said without turning to look at me.

"Oh. So then isn't it average?"

"Well of course not. Futas and studs are usually at least twice as long as your little dicklet."

I shudder as she persists, not only calling me small but using that word to refer to my penis... even still, I feel my dick twitch in the cool air, still begging for release.

"Alright, let's see what you've got packed in there." Sarah turns around again, this time holding some sort of measuring cup that you would normally use when baking. As she walks back towards me, she grins again and sways her hips as she sidles up to me, causing my blush to renew and my cock to twitch. Then, as she squats down to that alluring pose she started in, she grabs the base of my dick with a lubed palm, placing the cup just in front of my tip.

"Good boy. Time for release. When I get to zero, I need you to cum, okay? Can you cum for me Sam?" She nearly whispers up to me as she slowly begins to stroke me once again. I simply nod, begging to cum after all this embarrassment and blue balling.

"10... 9... 8... 7....." She starts her countdown, ending each stroke on the start of the next number. The tantalizing slowness of it all is offset by the lustful look in her eyes as she looks up at me, gripping my cock hard in her gloved hand.

"6.... 5..... 4....... 3.........." Each count slows while the strokes quicken ever so slightly.

"please please, sarah please..." I beg in whispers to her, barely able to hold it in any longer. She stops again, slowly swirling her thumb against my tip with agonizing pleasure.

"What was that? What did you call me?"

"Please ma'am, let me cum..." I manage to push out of my lips as she tortures me more.

"That's better. Get ready." She begins to stroke me again in earnest, surprising me into a shock that almost reduces my arousal. Almost.

"2......... 1.................... 0." The instant Sarah said zero I let loose my soul. Every ounce of liquid I had in my balls is released all at once, directly into the cup she held in front of me, catching all my sticky white shame.

"That's it, good boy." Sarah said as she continued to slowly stroke the remaining threads of cum still leaking out of my cock, each twitch giving just a little more to the small pile.

"Let's see... 6 mL. Not bad for a boy." Sarah lifts the measuring cup to eye level, looking it over for how much of myself she milked out of me.

I stumble, exhausted from the hardest orgasm I've had in a long time. Sarah just jerked me off... holy crap... Despite the humiliation, this was all totally worth it. Sarah has already turned to her papers once again, marking things down.

"Tired Sam? That's alright, your measurements are over. You can go take a seat in that chair over there." Sarah points to the lone chair facing me without looking to speak. My mind fogged over by bliss, I stumble over and sit, waiting for things to wrap up. A minute or so passes as I collect myself and Sarah continues to take notes. Then without warning, she turns and walks over to the door opposite me.

"Next please." She calls out the door. The implications of this take too long to catch up to my brain, and before I know it, the tanned futa walks in the room, closing the door behind her.

"Nice ass, cupcake." The futa whistles as she walks in, ogling Sarah from behind as she walks to the hidden corner of the room.

"Oh my goddess, look at you sissy. Gonna sit there and watch?" The futa's attention is drawn to me, still in a daze and sitting in the chair directly facing the door she just walked through. I quickly grab for my crotch to hide my slowly growing erection as Sarah reappears from her curtained corner.

"Okay Sam, I just need to finish with FRP-143 and then you can go. I just need you to stick around as witness for the examination. Rules and such." Sarah says casually as she walks back to the table that sits between me and the futa that leers at both of us from across the room.

"If you could just step into the hair-removal shower we can begin." Sarah finally looks to the futa before us, gesturing to the corner with the bizarre gas shower.

"Oh, no need. I abstained from that on the admission forms." The futa says, already reaching for the waistband of her too-short shorts. Dropping them, she reveals the skin untouched by sun in a lewd bikini pattern, making my stomach flutter with butterflies as I imagine this sexy futa in such an outfit. Just because she has a cock doesn't mean she can't be sexy, right? And what a cock she has. Already half hard and twitching, it hangs in an arch about 7 inches long, sparse pubes dot about her balls but her shaft is clean. It seems the heat of the early fall is getting to her, that or she really was at a running club, as beads of sweat dot her shaft and huge balls.

"Oh, well in that case..." Sarah immediately drops to her revealing squat, opening her legs to show her thong, but only to the dominant futa that looks down at her with a sneer. That Bitch! How dare she treat my Sarah like that, after that special moment we just had together...

"Yeah, give it a good whiff." The futa gloats as Sarah gets dangerously close to the futa's cock and lets out a moan. She didn't do that with me... Then it hits me. The smell. That.... musk.... I immediately stop holding my hands to my crotch, letting them fall to my sides as my cock gets hard again while I sit watching this unfold. I feel as if I'm falling asleep, and yet I can't look away from the sight.

Sarah begins rubbing her cheek against the futa's growing cock, looking up at her with an expression I've never seen before. Sarah leans back in her full squat and opens her mouth, letting her tongue loll out before taking the tip of the futa's pale cock into her mouth, letting it back out again with a slick *pop*.

"That's enough of that now, I still need to take flaccid measurements." Sarah says, her voice somewhat shaky as she stands again, going to the table and grabbing the ice pack.

"Alright, alright. But then you're going to suck me good, ain't that right slut?" The futa says, as she looks over to me while finishing her sentence, as if half of that message was meant for me. I shudder, but remain seated. I feel as if I'm hypnotized by whatever combination of things is happening in this room. Sarah giggles before returning to the futa and placing the ice pack along the underside of her shaft. Soon enough, the futa's cock is soft and Sarah begins her measurements.

"Soft, 6 inches length, 4 girth." Sarah says as she stands again, nearly panting. The heat in this room is becoming intoxicating, and I feel my cock twitch out precum.

"Aw, sorry sissy. No pussy for you today. Or is it dick you're looking for?" The futa rotates her hips from side to side, causing her cock to sway, and I can't help but to look.

"Don't worry about her Sam, you just stay there while I finish the measurements." Sarah says half minded, writing on her clipboard yet clearly unfocused.

"Time for the best part." The futa says as Sarah turns back to her, tape measure and a fresh measuring cup in hand. Sarah drops to her open legged squat again and immediately leans in, dragging her tongue along the futa's soft shaft.

"That's a good slut." Said the futa, her cocky grin unopposed as Sarah takes the futa's hardening cock into her mouth. Soft moans escape Sarah's closed lips as she slowly bobs along the Futa's cock head, making soft sucking noises whenever she passes over the head and begins to lick the shaft. The futa chuckles as she looks over to me and mouths the words: this your girlfriend? while pointing at Sarah. I feel so embarrassed I might pass out, yet some part of me almost reaches for my stiff penis, sitting at a comparably sad 3 inches.

"Alright, time to measure." Sarah says as she sloppily pops off the futa's cock head.

"Erect, 14 inches, girth 7. Wow..." Sarah sighs as she measures out the futa's impressive cock with the tape. I can't take my eyes off it either. It seems to bend down from it's own weight, the engorged red head dripping precum onto the floor in front of Sarah in a nearly steady stream.

"C'mon slut, no way this is the first futa cock you've done today." The futa says with a chortle.

"No, but they never fail to get me going, I can't lie." Sarah says with a slight giggle to herself. She was nothing like this with me. Do I really not have a chance with her with all these sexy hung futa walking around?

"Well? Time to finish the job bitch." The futa grabs Sarah's hair and slowly, almost gently, lowers her back down to eye level with her cock. Sarah immediately placed both her hands on the futa's thick thighs and dived head first onto the thick dick. The heavy sound of slobbery sucking and gagging filled the room as the futa moaned up to the ceiling, occasionally looking over to me with that snake's grin of her's. I could feel precum dripping from my tip and onto the floor, yet I couldn't bring myself to jerk off, no matter how hot it was. This futa was violating Sarah... right? Although to see Sarah, you'd think she was having the time of her life, nearly deep throating all 14 fat inches of sweaty futa cock with the occasional happy gurgle as she bobbed back and forth. I nearly reached my limit, having fully grasped the base of my shaft before Sarah popped off again, a long trail of drool connecting her beautiful lips to the twitching futa cock. She then grabbed the long forgotten measuring cup and held it up to the futa's cock head as she grabbed the long shaft with her free hand, furiously jerking the futa until she moaned in orgasm. A seemingly never ending stream of cum filled the cup. Spurt after magnificent spurt poured in, thick and white and creamy like milk. The hot scent filled my mind like smoke and I couldn't hold on any longer. As the futa continued to cum loads into the cup, I gave myself three quick strokes and came onto my own thighs, a pathetic little dribble in comparison. Man, maybe that futa is right about me... that hot, hot futa....

"200 mL, just about average." Sarah panted as she stood, rubbing between her legs for a moment before taking the full cup of futa cum to the table and marking notes on her clipboard. The futa looks at me again over Sarah's shoulder, flips me the middle finger and slaps Sarah's ass as she bends over the table. She gives out a slight yelp, but then giggles and otherwise ignored the futa she just sucked off like it was her job. Is that her job?

"Alright Sam, thanks for sticking around. Oh I forgot, you could have gotten dressed this whole time. My bad, your fellow student opted out of the shower so it must have slipped my mind." Sarah finally looks at me again with that cute smile she always has, yet her lips are coated in spit and precum, and a pube sticks out from the corner of her mouth. The whole image confuses everything I've known until now.

"Yeah Sam, go run off and put your boy clothes on. Last chance you'll get." The futa continues to taunt me from across the room, and I am **** to walk past them to retrieve my clothes from the hidden corner of the room. The shame is immeasurable, made worse by the futa's softening cock brushing against my bare, newly hairless skin as I walk by. The sensation causes me to shudder, yet I feel my cock twitch again and practically run for the shelter of the curtain. Rapidly I change back into my t-shirt and jeans, feeling the shame of all that occured here wash over me like a tide as I scurry out of the room, only to hear Sarah's voice in the distance call out "Next!"