Unwinding in the Dorms

I practically run from the measurement station, red as a cherry. Just like when I was waiting for my turn, I couldn't bare to look the students behind me in the eyes, nor warn them of the events they are about to encounter. As I turn the next corner, I find myself temporarily alone. I keel over, hands on my knees as I pant from the embarrassment and exertion. What... the hell... just happened.... Every instant of the past few minutes tear through my mind like a hurricane. Sarah and her outfit... what was all that stuff she said? She called me small, oh man. The thought causes my already spent dick to twitch again in my jeans. Oh right, and that shower, I recall as I feel the pleasurable sensation of my smooth cock gliding against my underwear. And that futa. I never even got to know her name... I hope I don't run into her again. Although... reluctantly, my mind drifts to the image of her huge cock bobbing up and down, that sexy bikini tan outlining her athletic groin... a-and her ass too, yeah... Wait, if she was after me, then I need to go before she sees me in this hallway. With that thought, I collect myself as much as I can and continue on towards an access door that shines through with sunlight. An exit.

As I pass through, I take a big whiff of fresh air. Almost magically I feel rejuvenated. One extremely embarrassing moment can't spoil a whole university career! After all, it was mostly private, and I trust Sarah to keep secrets. Once again I notice students collecting, this time clumping into small groups out on a nearby plaza rather than lines. As I approach, I notice a clear indicator on where to go this time. Each groups seems roughly separated by gender. On one side, a gaggle of giggling women stand and chat as they wait for what to do next, all of them gorgeous. I see short cut tops with the whole range of tits, midriff galore with the occasional pudge that only accentuates her curves. Tight and skinny jeans and skirts, mostly skirts. None of them seem to stand above a good 6 feet tall though, which contrasts a similar, much larger group of women nearby. They must be the futas. They stand and chat as well, though their choice of clothing is a lot more revealing than everyone elses. I gulp as I glance over, seeing some futas wearing nothing but a bikini top or tied off button up, absolutely bursting with boobs that range from Cs to what I can only assume is a freaking M cup! Not to mention how more than half wear some sort of bottoms that show off their fat asses and cock bulges. I swear I can even see something poking out of the bottom of some skirts... Finally there's the boys. I'm surprised to see that there are actually more of us than there are girls, though you might not be able to tell with how some of them are dressed. I've heard of cross dressing but mostly in the context of cosplaying and stuff, but I swear some of them look like girls that walked into the wrong group. Most of them share my physique and all of them hold to themselves, as if a loud noise might be enough to scatter the lot. The only guys who seem more comfortable with the morning's events are the big dudes. I only count a good five, but they definitely raise the masculinity of the group, what with their broad shoulders and specs of facial hair. I wish I could grow it. Mom said that was great, I would never have to shave. I guess she was right.

As I join the mess of boys that stand aside in the plaza, a voice rings out, calling for silence. From my current position, I can't make out who's speaking, but it's clear they are part of the Acceptance day staff.

"All right everyone that's enough chatter. I'm glad to see all of you so eager to join us at futaU and I know many of you have probably come a long way. Now that our long morning intake is finally done, at least for all of you, we can get you cozy in your new dorms. My name is..." The voice continues on, giving out introductions and basic concepts.

Thank goodness. I notice it has actually been a few hours now that I've gotten back outside, and my fatigue is slowly catching up to me. I gotta sort out my thoughts and maybe take a nap or something. I could really go for something to eat too, I never got my morning cereal this morning. I feel like I'm craving a nice warm glass of milk right about now. Odd. I don't usually drink my milk warm. Whatever, anything in my stomach would do at this point.

"...Boys, you all follow me and we can talk outside your building, alright?" A different voice now rings out from in front of the small crowd. A few muffled agreements and bashful nods are given in response, but from the back of the group I can't make out to whom. As the boys start to walk, I simply follow, glad I don't have to figure anything out for myself.

It doesn't take long for us to reach our destination, a smaller two-story building crammed in between other structures as if it were an afterthought. As we all spread out along the stone walkway the runs past, I finally see who's been leading us. A taller woman with wavy brown hair stands there, her white blouse failing to hide her lacy black bra that holds in a massive pair of Es. A tight office skirt runs down to her knees, while her red heels point right at us. She adjusts her glasses as she begins to speak in a commanding, mature tone.

"Here we are, your dormitory for the next little while. I'm Delilah, your dorm mistress, and that is what you will call me. As you enter inside, you will find your room by your student entry number which will be taped to the door. The bathroom is shared, and is located on the first floor. There is a small dining room on the second floor that is currently closed, but don't worry, we have provided snacks in each of your rooms in case you are hungry. For the time being, I should like you all to remain in your rooms or use the toilet as necessary, but you will remain here until further notice. Is that all understood?"

"Yes." All the boys give a collective, unenthused response.

"Ah-ah. Yes, what?" Delilah stands, wagging her finger in our general direction. Some women passing by behind us snicker as we all stand awkwardly in silence for a moment.

"Yes, mistress" we all say in hesitant reply, some of which are footed with a "Delilah".

I trudge in with the others through the front doors that seem oddly sturdy, as if made for a bunker. Inside is similarly odd, sharing the same sterile white designs of the back halls and rooms of the west building where Sarah was. I walk past several boys who already have found their respective rooms, past the first couple doors of the building that must be some sort of faculty or storage. As I pass one branching hallway, I notice all five of the burly dudes from the group are there alone, finding their rooms away from the rest of us. Odd, must have been chance. I find my room at the end of a hallway and tear the taped number off the door as I enter. I find a relatively large room for how little there was within, although it might just be the sparseness that makes it seem larger. A single bed sits next to a desk and chair. A plain dresser sits next to the window, and a screen is inlaid in the wall across the bed. That's it, huh? My things, I totally forgot. Maybe I can go back for them later. I think, as I look to the presumably empty dresser. As I take a seat on the edge of the bed, I look to the desk and find the snack mistress Delilah mentioned, some sort of protein drink in a futaU labelled bottle. The liquid inside seems thick, although I can't place the colour due to the pink hue of the bottle. At least I get a complimentary cup. I think, cracking the lid open. The smell is actually alluring, a sweetness like sugar and vanilla wafts up and I immediately take a swig. It's delicious! I take another few big gulps as my thirst and hunger take over before I gain control of myself and sip through the second half of the cup. Before long, I've completely drained it. Just as quickly as I place the cup back down on the desk, a wave of fatigue washes over me once again as the events of the morning catch up. I feel a pleasant numbness take hold of me as I fall back onto my new bed, a dumb smile on my face.

Well this morning wasn't so bad. I got to see Sarah all sexy, and she even jerked me off. So what if that futa got in the way, I'll have other chances. It seems this place is pretty lax with sex stuff, so who knows what might happen. I giggle to myself before I slip into a deep slumber, dreaming of Sarah. Sarah's tits... her ass... her lips... wrapped around hard cock... her pussy filled with futa cum... and I drift away.