Dutiful Assistant

((There might be some changes throughout the chapters. This is because I am finding out the way I like to write. I'm learning different styles and quirks. Because of this, chapters might differ in style from time to time. This is definitely a trail and error kind of thing, chapters might have changed once you re-read them, this is because I might have gone back and found that I'm not very pleased with it.))

The feeling of uncertainty never seemed to want leave Erik's subconsciousness. Even as he was simply enjoying a bowl of cereal, he was constantly letting his eyes dart around the room as he scanned it for "abnormalities". Even though he was in a groggy state, he ever missed an opportunity to observe and correct. As he was halfway done with his cereal, his stomach already felt full. This made Erik quite concerned since he was low on cash so the thought of throwing away a perfect bowl of cereal made him almost chuckle due to how ridiculous it sounded.

So instead of wasting it, he simply wrapped some plastic around the top and placed in it in the refrigerator. He then made his way to the bathroom, which wasn't very far from the kitchen since the apartment he lived in was very small. He felt like a drone moving on autopilot, and he had felt like this for quite some time after his ex-girlfriend left him for some Futa stud. As he thought back to her last words uttered to him, he could hear them as if she was speaking directly to him.

"Goodbye Erik. I'm sorry, but you could never compare to such power. I see now that a Futa is truly... superior."

Thinking of this made him wince but he quickly it out of his mind.

As he stepped into his bathroom, and looked into his mirror he looked at himself and said…

“I need a job”