Rudely!

"Wake up, bitch. If you're late for class it's my ass!" You come to with a head full of broken glass and a mouth full of cotton. You turn your head, expecting to see Red handing you a uniform to wear. Instead you see him pulling your thick, jiggly ass back on his cock. "Come on, milk my slime shaft so we can both get to class. What's the point of having my very own bottom bunk bitch if I can't bust a nut before class?"

You wish you could tell him off, but all that's coming out is incoherent moans, and his cock pounding your pussy is making your head pound less. Last nights festivities flash before your eyes, embarrassing and arousing you in equal measure. If only you hadn't gotten so fucked up...if only getting fucked didn't feel so good. You buck back on his swelling, squirming shaft and desperately milk his mercurial member for your first mind melting orgasm of the morning.

"Fuuccck! You are NNNG gonna be OOH the NNH best GRRR roomie ever!" Red explodes inside you, and you feel his familiar wet warmth squirm inside you before dissolving. You blush a little pinker, and the blush spreads across your milky complexion. "Heh, yeah, I should have mentioned it last night, the more of my seed I fill you with, the more you belong to me. And I am gonna be filling you up every chance I get. You can pretend to be a man out there, but in here, you're my slime gurl. Now get dressed, Bobbi, we're going to be late."

You mumble and grumble, feeling tricked and taken advantage of, but you also can't think of anything you can do about it in your current state, so you keep your mouth closed and hope you can learn enough in class to figure out a way to "switch bunks." You slip into the spare uniform Red hands you and you shift back into a human boy. You check yourself out in the mirror and you could swear your delicate features have grown a little...softer, your soft cheeks look...rosier.

You tell yourself it's just your imagination, but the other students in the hall seem to notice it too. They glare greedily at you, and unlike yesterday, you can't find the confidence to meet their gaze. You hope that you will learn something in your first class that give you the will to fight back, but you worry now that you are marked as prey by these pent up preps, you can only sink deeper. You finally make it to your first class, thankfully all in one piece. You say a silent prayer to all the angels of Heaven and all the devils in Hell, who ever will give you the strength to carry on.