You take matters into your own hands

"To hell with this," you think. "I'm not going to let this haunt me for the rest of my life."

You march to the front of the cafeteria and shout. "Listen up, everyone!" The sounds of chatter and chewing subside and soon all eyes are on you. "I'm the guy the school told you about in this morning's announcement. I had a weird reaction to some **** and now I need futa cum to live. Understand? Okay, good. I'm glad that's out in the open now. Thanks for listening, everyone."

You feel good. Liberated. Why feel ashamed about something **** upon you? You'll own that shit. Several of the girls gaze back at you with respect. Some look horny. A lot of them actually. Announcing that you're available to a horde of hormonal high school futa may not have been the smartest move - though it was certainly the bravest. You're about to find a place to sit but a girl gets up and stands in front of you. She looms over you. She's already pitching a tent under her skirt.

"So you're the guy, huh? That was really brave of you just now. Listen, I want to help if I can. Are you ... Hungry?"

Your stomach gurgles so loud you both hear it. You nod and get on your knees. She flips up her skirt and drapes it over your head. Now all you can see - and smell - is her massive cock.

"No panties," you wonder. Was that common for futa? You don't get much time to ponder because she puts a hand on the back of your head and mashes your face into her cock and balls.

"Hey! Easy!" You yell.

You hear a muffled voice from outside your cloth prison. "Sorry, babe! I just ... Please suck me already."

You roll your eyes and get to work. You plant your lips on her cock head and wrap her shaft in your palm. Before you know it she's blasting your mouth with a fresh load. She's a quick shot. You drink it down. It's ... Surprisingly tasty. Had your sense of taste changed?

You extract yourself from her undergarments, swallow loudly, and pat her thigh. "Thanks, that really helps."

"Sigh... No worries, babe. Take care. Looks like you'll be here for a while."

You're about to ask her what she means when you see it. Behind her has formed an enormous line of futa girls. A queue. For you.

"Hey! Hey!" You shout. "I don't need that much. Really. It's not necessa- MMMPH!!!"

Your throat is packed tight with an invading rod. A girl, much rougher than the last, grips onto your head and skullfucks you.

"Just shut up and take my load. We're doing this for you, you know. You should be grateful."

Your head is spinning as it's shoved back and forth onto her cock. What is going to become of you?