The Wimp and the Beast (bbw, amazon, futa/m, wimp, futadom, non-con, size difference)

It was a Tuesday evening around 7 p.m., in early January of the year 2049. This college was a boarding school, and it was to be my home for the next two years. I knew very little about it before arriving, only that it was publicly funded by the city government, and that it was one of several schools built with the premise of battling the poor living conditions of the large number of lower class citizens. The school's acceptance rate was almost 100%, and was a non-discriminatory place where even felons were welcome to pursue an education. I had a bad feeling about going to a school like this but I was left with no choice. Why, you ask?

Well, first let me offer some background information. The government of my city was probably the most corrupt in the entire United States, which, now in the mid 2000’s, was already a corrupt nation to begin with. The city was essentially a complete dystopia. Because of this, a huge divide between the social classes occurred during the 2020’s. There was pretty much no longer a middle class, only a lower class that consisted of the vast majority of the city’s population, and a small but extremely rich and powerful upper class. They controlled almost all of the city’s public authorities and corporations, and as a result most people belonging to the upper class had a lot of leeway when it came to the law, and would often abuse their power in various ways.

I am an orphan who was born to poor parents, that passed away when i was still very young. Because of this, I was taken in by one of the many orphanages built to house the growing lower class. I am convinced that the schools and orphanages were only built because it was required by state law, and that the city government never had plans to make any changes to the current situation. I say this because neither the orphanages nor schools were properly managed and usually built to only meet the minimum requirements. The orphanages were publicly funded just like the schools, and almost every employee was a lower class citizen working minimum wage. I suppose the upper class didn’t want anything to do with us. The houseparents were often abusive and/or neglecting towards the children, and my case was no different.

Unsurprisingly, nobody from the upper class wanted to adopt me, and i spent my entire childhood in five different orphanages altogether. There was rarely anything to do in the orphanages, and at no point in my life did I have anyone that I could consider a friend. This was despite the fact that I attended school throughout my entire life, since state law required all orphan children to receive education, no matter what standard said education had.

I had to endure a lot of bullying during my childhood. Boys would beat me, call me a “faggot” and a “sissy”. While girls generally treated me better, they would sometimes sexually harass me in the form of groping, probably just as a way of showing dominance over me rather than actually being attracted to me. See, I was a short man, if you could even call me a man. At a young age of 18 I suppose I technically was one, but I sure as hell didn’t feel like a man, and I’m sure the rest of the world didn’t view me as one either. I was only five feet tall, and was always dwarfed by everyone, boys and girls alike. On top of that I had virtually no muscle mass or body hair, thin wrists, a thin neck, small hands and feet, an embarrassingly small penis and testicles… you get the picture. Basically everything about me was small, which I suppose wasn’t the end of the world in and of itself. I’ve thought about it and realized it was highly likely that I was suffering from some

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