My Roommate Is a Chad

To the Literotica submission editor: please keep the italics.

Author's note: I couldn't think of a way to make this premise not be offensive. Please don't take it too seriously.

My roommate isn't even awake yet, but he's already making me too horny to function.

I've never asked Jeff what exactly he dreams about, but he's certainly enjoying it. He's half-hard already, and getting harder as his unconscious magic drains my essence. I can slowly, almost imperceptibly see him change, muscles bulking, arms and legs lengthening, and of course, cock getting bigger.

Magic's still a new thing, and I don't know if there's a word yet for what Jeff is. Masculinity vampire? The Chad to end all Chads? Whatever you call it, he gets all strong and manly, and everyone around him becomes... not that.

I woke up early this time, so I'm still mostly me, but I can already feel my breasts begin to grow, and feminine hormones are playing merry hell with my brain. It infuriates me how much it arouses me. I used to be into willowy girls, and now this chiseled Adonis with his big thick cock is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

I pull down his boxers and take his cock between slightly plumpened lips. Hopefully, I can finish him off while I still have balls. I keep him shallow, backing my head up a little as he grows, because I'm still learning not to gag.

I can feel the tension ease as he fills my mouth. I swallow, and that alone is enough to make me cum, my little half-hard cock spurting in my underwear. He reaches down sluggishly to pat my head, and shamefully, I lean into his touch.

"You don't have to do this," he says for the tenth time.

I let his cock slip from my mouth. "Yes, I do," I say for the tenth time. "If I don't cut you off fast enough, I'm horny all day. It's distracting."

He squints at the alarm clock. It's an hour and a half before we have to wake up. He silently leans back and closes his eyes.

"No you don't," I tell him. "I'm not dealing with any more of your dreams right now. You're getting up."

-

Morning is pretty normal. A quick breakfast, and we're off to class--mostly shared classes, since we're on the same track. There's an oak tree sprouting through the pavement two blocks from our apartment, and someone accidentally drained the color from half of the Social Sciences building, but I don't see or hear anything about masculinity vampires. Whatever Jeff is, he's apparently unique.

We make it through half the day without any issues. We're listening to a lecture in Econ 103 when I feel a twinge. His mind must be wandering.

The professor doesn't notice, because it takes longer for Jeff to affect women. I guess they're used to the hormones? But I see one of the other guys drop his pencil, and I'm sure he's feeling it just as much as I am.

It's been three months since the first reports of "powers," two months since the news admitted it was "magic," and one month since I first woke up with boobs and a purely metaphorical ladyboner. There hasn't been enough time yet to make it illegal to turn your classmates into girls. But I don't want to know what would happen if he did it, so I drag my stupid sexy Chad of a roommate out of the lecture hall.

The nearest men's bathroom is across the courtyard, and the walk there is embarrassing, to say the least. I refuse to start wearing bras, but I can feel my nipples poking through my shirt, and I'm sure everyone we pass can see it. My only consolation is that Jeff's face is beet-red as I pull him through the bathroom door and into the handicapped stall.

"Sorry," he tells me. "I thought I had it under control."

"No talking," I tell him. "Let's just get this over with."

I don't want to wait long enough to have a proper pussy for him to stuff, and I still refuse to let him use my ass. It's a blowjob again, and a quick one at that, as I balance on hands and knees on the (thankfully dry) floor. Just a task to finish, so we can get back to class and hopefully not miss too much for the test. I barely have time to enjoy it.

There's a guy washing his hands at the sink, someone I've seen in Physics. He stares at us as we walk out of the stall together. I flip him the bird.

-

After dinner, we sit silently. Jeff's studying, and I'm watching Youtube videos and trying to calm down. I'm the first to speak up. "Damn it, get horny already."

"I've been trying not to."

"And I've spent all day with blue balls. Soon to be blue ovaries. So get over here and finish what you started."

It still feels maddening, waiting and changing, but it's a pleasant kind of maddening this time. My boobs come in early this time, and he plays with my nipples as they grow ever more sensitive. The bulge in my pants rubs up against his, and I feel mine shrink as his grows. On impulse, I kiss him--something we've never done before--and after a moment of hesitation, he kisses me back.

I can feel stubble on his chin as his testosterone works overtime. I'm kissing a man, and that doesn't bother me.

He waits until I'm fully developed before he finishes undressing me. He doesn't bother with any more foreplay, because I'm more than wet enough already. Just a single powerful thrust, and I convulse around his cock.

I feel so small now, and he's so huge above me, his weight pressing down on me. His cock feels too big for me, but there's nothing but pleasure in the stretch.

There's a dick inside me. My roommate's dick is inside me. There's always a moment of shock at that thought. Not dismay, not even resignation. Just an abstract sense of bewilderment.

He holds me tight, as if I'll vanish when he lets go. I shudder and sweat, raking my nails across his back. I mouth his name until he falls slack atop me.

"Are we dating?" he asks me.

"I don't know. Do you want to be?" I ask him.

"I don't know."

We lie there silently. He's getting a bit heavy, but I don't want to push him off.

"You could get a real girlfriend," I tell him. "Then you wouldn't need me."

"I, uh, I've never had one," he admits.

"A Chad like you? Come on!" I tell him.

"I wasn't, um, a Chad. Not before. I was a dork. Then suddenly magic was a thing, and people wanted me, except they didn't want to want me. You were so scared when you woke up that day."

"I was," I admit. I don't like to think about that morning, not knowing what had happened to my body or if it would ever wear off, and not knowing why I suddenly, desperately needed to fuck. "But you helped me when I needed it. You've been trying your best all this time, even when I'm mean about how you can't control it. You'd be a good boyfriend to some girl."

Another brief silence.

"Maybe I just want you," he says. "Nothing more."

"Well, I am pretty hot," I tell him. "I can't say I wanted to have these boobs, but they are nice to look at. And I guess you're cute too, when you're like this. We can keep going for a while. See how we both feel."

-

I wake up to a feeling I'd never in my life expected.

My roommate is sucking my dick.

It's shrinking already, like ice cream on a hot day, and it spurts just before it seals up into my clit. His tongue licks inside me, and I instinctively grab the back of his head, pulling him close.

After my first orgasm of the day, he retreats. "You're always the one who wakes me," he tells me. "So I wanted to try it for once."

"It felt good," I admit. "But I need..." I eye the clock. "Another hour of sleep."

"I thought we could go again."

"Don't get ahead of yourself."

He grins. "I'd rather get head from you."

I hit him with a pillow.