Turned Out (Futa x Male)

My entry for the story contest.

a male college student gets taken advantage of by a nerdy dickgirl classmate who opens up his butt to world of trouble

the first chapter of this story tied at third place in the story contest with Harem's "Binding Politics", so shouldnt i get half a bronze medal or some shit? jk tell me ya'll think

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Futaonmale, Femdom, Humiliation, Non-consent, Voyeurism

Rob sat there on the edge of Christine's bed in her dorm room, nervous and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect. He did not like the feeling. He had never been the type of person to let someone else decide his fate, he was always in control. Not anymore though. He watched Christine's behind as she fiddled with her computer, which was opposite the bed. She was wearing an olive colored tank top and nothing else. Her back was to him and she was humming a cheery tune while slightly moving her hips from side to side. She had her shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail. He still marveled at her figure; her thick thighs, wide hips, heavy breasts, and her large, round, hypnotic ass. She was the epitome of femininity. He still couldn’t fathom how such a girl, such a woman, could have a thick, long phallus between her legs.

"Can you hear me?" she asked the computer.

"Yep, I surely can!" an excited girl's voice answered back from the computer's speakers.

"Great," said Christine as she walked over to a cabinet under the room's sole window to his right. He looked over at the computer screen which was now visible without Christine's ass blocking the way, and was taken aback when he saw a face staring back at him; it was a two-way web chat.

"Hello!" the smiling girl on the screen waved at him enthusiastically. She was petite with short blonde hair. He recognized her, she shared several classes with him and Christine. Her name escaped him, but he did remember that she was a talkative chick with an annoyingly cheery disposition.

"Why is…that girl on the screen?" he asked Christine, who was rummaging through her desk drawers.

"Hey, I have a name you know!" the annoying girl said from the screen, her smile not leaving her face. "It's Trixie!"

"Fuckin' Trixie?" he said. "Whatever, look, Christine, what's going on?"

"Come on, I know you like an audience," Christine turned and looked at him through her nerdy glasses, the tank top was tight on her large breasts and her dick was half aroused and hanging freely between her legs. Even in this state, it was larger than his. She studied him as he stared at her stupidly. It took a second before her words registered.

"You…you can't be serious," he stammered.

"What's the problem?" she said. "It's not like it would be the first time." She looked at his face with a knowing, mocking smile. She obviously enjoyed watching him blush fiercely as he remembered the incident she was allu