You make a mistake at breakfast

You wake up from a vivid dream. You were a piñata, and women kept swinging sticks trying to break you. Just as one was about to hit, you woke up. You shake it off, and decide it’s probably better to get up than to go back to that dream. The day starts fine enough, at least while you stay in your dorm. When you go to the group shower, you notice a guy using the corner shower to clean off a massive amount of cum dried all over his body. You exchange glances, but really don’t want to know what kind of night he is coming from...

The day changes, however, as you get breakfast. There is a joint cafeteria for all students, meaning you have to leave the protection of the dorm to eat. Going through campus to the cafeteria, you get a few more scenes of debauchery. Some were blatantly sexual, like the black girl in the middle of a public square stripped naked and bond in stocks. A large sign next to her stated “Offense: refusing to help fellow student. Punishment: free use to all students for 24 hours.” Her sweat covered body squirmed and moaned while two shorter Asian Futas enjoyed her situation by spitroasting her. Some of the scenes seemed almost casual, like two heavily pierced alt girls casually talking to each other as two guys were on their knees blowing them passionately. It amazes you how even this just seems like an everyday occurrence here... and hope you don’t become accustomed to the sight, or worse, the action.

You don’t know how you’ve continued to fly under the radar, but you make it to the cafeteria and quickly stock up on food. It seems you got lucky, and came in between big rushes of students, so you could find a table by yourself to eat.

You had grabbed a bowl of cereal and a glass bottle of milk, figuring it’ll be fast enough to eat so you can get out of here. You don’t notice until after a few bites that the milk tastes a bit off... though you can’t place why. After a few more bites your body starts to feel a bit lightheaded, and notice your face feels hot and your forehead has a few drops of sweat. You start to worry, and wonder what could be happening.

You roll your shoulders, and a strange sensation runs down your body through your bones. You feel like you need to do something, move, just sitting here isn’t right. Your hands start to roam your body, and one subconsciously finds its way to your groin, which you notice is rock hard. A part of you wants to know what’s going on, and to panic, but a stronger urge just needs to feel good, to do something to fulfill the need.

You glance at your food, and finally notice the label on the glass bottle of milk. It’s says F milk, with a picture of a woman wearing a sexy cow costume and a large clothe covered dick, with the tag line “extra creme is added for full flavor!” Has the milk been spiked with something? You remember hearing in a offhand conversation someone mentioning something about Futa pheromones and their cum, but you weren’t really paying attention.

Just then a group of women sit at a table near you. It seems they are all in some organization together, though at a glance you can’t tell what. You do feel a need to get closer, your body squirming and needing to move.