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Chapter 6 by Coy-toy Coy-toy

Which class do you go to first?

Math

Looking at your map, math is the closest to the entrance, so you decide to try talking that first. As you walk into the school there are a few features that astound you. The first was the realism of the environment and its AI. If you had awoken like this you would have assumed it was reality. The second feature was the kinkiness of the student body. Most students barely wore any clothing at all, and those that did mostly fell into clear fetishwear. While all aged up to be 18, the downright perverted acts the Futa students were doing to non Futas in the hallway made you tremor with fear and lust. You saw a girl stuffed into a locker so only her pussy and ass were sticking out, all while her tormentor switched fucking between the two with each thrust. You also saw a boy your sized being worn as a literal cock sleeve by a futa simply walking to class, acting like it was normal for clothing to whimper and moan.

You make it to the class just before the bell rings, and see a filled class with the teacher up front. She was a serious looking librarian sort, with the plack reading Ms. Longwood next to an apple on her desk.

“Ahh you must be the new student, Mr. Player. If you’d go find a seat instead of gawking like a buffoon we can begin.”

You go to sit, but notice there are no empty seats. In fact, many are already doubled up with non-futas sitting on Futas lap or under the table sucking them off.

“Mr Player, you aren’t special. We don’t have enough chairs for everyone, so you’ll have to share. I don’t care with who, just pick someone.”

You gulp, thinking there is no way you make it through this class with your ass intact... but still you have to choose. There are not many solo desks to choose from, and three stood out among them. In the front is a bookish looking Futa, wearing a yellow half sweater, a short purple skirt, and Mary Janes. Off to one side you see a tall Irish redhead, somehow even taller than the amazonians around her, and proudly naked. Finally in the back there was a mohawked punk wearing only leather straps.

Who’s desk do you share?

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