Sam the slacker

This certainly wasn’t your first choice for college, but you really had little choice. In high school you slacked through everything, barely passing at all. This wasn’t because you couldn’t get good grades, but more because you never tried. You always figured you were smart enough in the end to get into a good college, but in the end you were rejected from all but one. Your mother had not only told you that if you weren’t in college you would be out on the streets, she was also the one who made you apply here as a backup. You were surprised you had been accepted to such an exclusive college, and wonder why you got here and not other places.

As you walk through the campus toward freshman orientation, you could see the rumors about this place did not do it justice. It was beautiful, as old and high class as any in the country. You continued your walk, and saw more than one oddity on the way. The first scene to draw your curiosity was two cute women who passed you on the sidewalk. You didn’t notice until they passed, but they had another student following behind on all fours on a leash. You looked back in a double take, wondering what the hell was going on. One of the girls had turned around to blow you a kiss as they walked away. If that wasn’t odd enough, as you were walking up to the auditorium you saw a muscular woman with her back against a tree and her lower body hidden by a bush. When you get closer you see what at first looks like a woman eating her out behind the bush. ‘That certainly is bold’ you think. ‘This college must be must more liberal than I thought... wait what?’ You realize that the girl isn’t eating out the muscular woman, but giving her a deep blowjob. You stop and stare, and the chick with a dick spots you. “Hey cutie, wanna join this slut?”

You quickly move on, but unable to get the sights out of your mind. ‘What the hell is happening here?!’

You make it safely to orientation, sitting over to the side to avoid drawing attention to yourself. From here you get a good look at the incoming freshman class. The auditorium was filled with just under 2000 students, and about 90% of them appeared to be women. Though after seeing the muscular girl earlier, you really aren’t sure. Most of the guys and some of the girls were like you, nervously looking around and wondering what they had gotten themselves into. A few of them, however, had seem to already stepped in it some way or another, as a couple dozen men and women were naked or in fetish gear being controlled by one or more of the seemingly female classmates. One you could see clearly was only a row infront of you, naked on all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, passionately blowing a preppy blonde girl who completely ignored him.

The lights dim, and a professionally dressed woman steps to the podium in the front of the auditorium. “Welcome incoming freshman!” She begins. “ I am Dean Dicksmore, and I am looking forward to a exciting new year with each of you! Now this won’t take long, and afterwards you will be released to your dorms.”

You can’t help but admire the Dean. She was likely in her late 30s or early forties, but had the skin and figure of a woman half her age. She wore a black womans cut suit with red undershirt and tall high heels, making her tower over the podium. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled into an extremely tight bun, and her makeup accentuated her high cheekbones and piercing eyes.

The Dean goes over some droll information first, like how to find your class schedule and where facilities are located. She then addresses the students. “First, as many of you have realized, the majority of you are extremely unique. To those who haven’t realized it yet, these women are what is known as Futanari. Because of their unique needs, we require all other students to help whenever requested or needed. We are extremely proud of our Futanari population, and give them a more leeway than normal students. You are the pride and joy of our school, and we will make sure your experience with us will be the best times of your young lives. Have fun, but be respectful of others and their fun.” Many of the women smile, to the discomfort of everyone else. The Dean then addresses you and your fellow male students. “To the other students, do not worry. Simply follow the posted rules, and seek the best education you can in your four years here.”

You certainly felt the disparity of expectations on the genders. With that she releases the group and you try to leave quickly, not feeling comfortable surrounded in such a large group.