Your roommates test

Oh shit, oh shit! Why did you agree to this?
You need to talk to someone about this, Sam! You need to talk to Sam, he will understand. You knock on his door “Go away.” comes the monotone response you pull the door open and find him sitting on his bed. You tell him about what’s happening in a rush and he looks at you with his glazed eyes “I don’t care.” You can tell he means it too. That’s the part that hurts the most. You’re pouring out your soul here.

You really need him to care about this but he’s so damn apathetic! You do something drastic, you keep it real. “Listen Sam this isn’t just my problem. If they make me a Futa the first thing I’m going to do is come home and corrupt you!” As the words escape you and Sam looks up at you in shock you realize that you meant it. If anything happens you’re going to use your Futa body to fuck his whole world. “Sorry man I didn’t mean that.” but you did.

Now that he’s been snapped out of his funk by your threat you get a chance to talk with him. He tells you about how he fucked that Asian chick last night right before your roommate corrupted her. You don’t tell him just how much, but you do try to reassure him by telling him that you know what he’s going through. You tell him about how your resistance is crumbling “The next time she drags me into a threeway man, I don’t know…” You’re pretty sure you do know, but you can’t bring yourself to say it not even to Sam. No, especially not to Sam. Not now when you’re all but certain that he is the man that will be your first victim. You switch tracks and admit to him that you find your roommate hot, that you have for awhile. But of course you wouldn’t! He says the same, almost word for word. It would be reassuring if you didn’t know that you were lying about the last part.

He listens to your worries about the strip club and does his best to reassure you. Regardless of everything it does make you feel better. On your way out the door your spirits are much higher, but it doesn’t stop you looking Sam over and think about fucking him as a Futa.

Your day is a haze of foreboding and arousal. The imminent prospect of becoming a Futa is making you hornier than you ever knew you could be. You’re getting hard enough to go numb, you’re too horny to masturbate. Your stomach is filling with butterflies as your mind fills with twisted sexual desires. You know that you’re doomed tomorrow and that’s assuming your roommate doesn’t bring home another woman for a threeway tonight.

Fuck that, you hope she does bring a woman home. You keep thinking about it all day. By the time you’re heading home you no longer care if she brings a woman. She’s more than enough woman already. It doesn’t matter anymore that she’s a Futa you want to give her one! All she needs to do is come over and knock on your door and you will be hers.

It wouldn’t even take that, if she looks at you with those hungry eyes of hers, that would be all it takes.

Actually, all she needs to do is walk around in one of those outfits she’s always wearing. You’ll pounce on her on sight!

You can’t wait to catch her corruption!

Many hours later you fall asleep in deep exhaustion and frustration, she hasn’t come home tonight.
Where the fuck is she?