The dorm supervisor

You go to the door, trying to calm yourself as you blindly open it. Your nerves come back as you see a woman standing in front of you. She stands a few inches taller than you, and probably a good 60 pounds heavier. Despite her weight, her ebony frame was lusciously curved. Your eyes dance quickly up and down, from her massive DDs down to her wide hips, and finally resting on the rather obvious bulge in her jeans.

"Eyes up here baby," she orders. Your stop staring at her package, and back up to her gap toothed grin. "Hello, you must be Sam. I'm your dorm manager Monique. You were supposed to have a roommate... lets see." She looks at her roster, and you glance nervously down at her package again. "Ah yes, Steve. Looks like he ended up being becoming the track teams mascot. Lucky him! With how busy those duties are I doubt you’ll be seeing him the rest of the semester."

'What the hell does that mean?' Your mind goes to some dark places. She disrupts your thoughts, going on.

"So I'm here to give you the breakdown on the rules and culture here to make sure you understand, and answer any questions needed. First and foremost, because of the large strain Futa’s libidos have in their studies, non-Futa students are required to help them with their needs whenever requested, anywhere on campus. This dorm and the female dorm next door are the exceptions to the rule, as they are the only place on campus that Futas are not allowed. The Dorm Managers are allowed in here, but we only get to pick one boy or girl for our needs. Lucky for your cute ass, my little cum dump is currently recovering under my bed."

She continues, ignoring your obvious shock and fear, having seen it dozens of times before. "Now outside of that main rule, everything else is pretty simple. Curfew is at nine pm for non Futa students unless accompanied by a Futa, pass your classes, and don't break any school rules. Futas get to punish any students who violate the rules or fail their classes. Trust me, you don't want to find out the difference between helping out and being punished. Oh, one last thing. Tomorrow is the Club’s fair. Every student is required to be in at least one organization, so attendance is mandatory. Now... I know that was a lot of information all at once, so do you have any questions?"

You are too overwhelmed with all the info, and can’t think of anything to ask the large Futa. She excuses herself, and goes a door down to continue introductions. You go to bed and collapse, trying your best to forget about the craziness your life has fallen into. Tomorrow will likely be a big day...