I Hate Not Knowing How To Comfort My Friends. I Wish I Could Just, Gently Nudge Them And Wrap My Wing

I hate not knowing how to comfort my friends. I wish I could just, gently nudge them and wrap my wing around them to show them I’m here for them, but I can’t.

when u exit hyperfocus mode and ur immediately hit with every status effect ever

so true beastie *we are laying in a field of dandelions and i am petting your massive snout* *you are 30 feet long and i love you*

You've heard nothing but horror stories about bad roommates from your family. It's always that they never do the dishes, they leave the trash full, they bring home guys and girls all the time without asking anyone. So, when you saw an opportunity open for just one roommate near your new college, you jumped at the chance. Hey, she might suck, but at least there's only one of her to worry about. You know how to clean up after yourself, and you both get your own rooms anyway. With your school schedule, you might hardly even see each other.

A week later, you show up to the house for the first time with a suitcase and a backpack, dropped off by your mother. Your roommate is trans too, according to her texts, and she's majoring in Biology. Other than that, that's all you know. But as soon as you see her after opening the door you get the feeling she's much more than that.

First of all, she's very pretty. Extremely pretty. Her curly blonde hair is what draws your eye first as she goes to help with your quite heavy bags. What draws your eye second is, admittedly, the bulge in her pants...

You draw your eye away before she catches you staring. You thought she might tuck, but it seems like she wears the tightest pants possible instead.

Some introductions and a couple weeks later, you were right. Class started without a hitch and you barely see her around the house. She's done the dishes the one time they filled up the sink and keeps to herself in her room otherwise. You made a joke she laughed at earlier that day, and that made you feel good. You feel really good, actually, when she seems to approve of you. She always gives your experimental guy-outfits a once over when you ask for advice, and she always tells you good luck when you leave every morning. Most of her classes are online, so she doesn't leave quite as early as you.

But you can't get over looking down at that bulge once in a while. You left your room pretty early one morning and saw her through your blurry eyes walking back from the bathroom in just her underwear. A part of your mind spends the day at school just imagining what might be under there.

A week later and you start touching yourself to the thought of it. You know shes just your roommate, and she probably doesn't even feel anything about you, but you cant help the thought.

On a particularly tough day, you come in from school and slam the door behind you like an angsty teenager, stomping into your room and laying down. Expecting her to be out of the house still, since her car's gone from the driveway, you decide to try a few stress removal strategies.

A few minutes into touching yourself, leaking all over your cute new boxers you took off under you (you'll have to go buy new ones soon anyway), you hear a knock at the door. Confused, you throw on some sweatpants, and answer the door, still catching your breath.

And she's there, a concerned look on her face. She asks what's wrong, since evidently she heard your door slamming. You know you were whining a little loudly a second ago, assuming she wasn't there, you just hope she hadn't heard...

You tell her about school that day, and she asks if she can come in and sit down for a little. You oblige, forgetting the wet spot you just made on your underwear, and the fact that it's sitting right there on your bed. When she goes to sit down, she sees them before you can move them away, and looks at you with a knowing look. "Were you trying to get some of the stress out?" she asks slyly. You start to stutter and apologize, but she just laughs and adds "no, no, its fine! what do you think i spend my time doin here?" You just blush and try and hide your face, embarrassed.

But somewhere deep down, this is making you really, really needy too. In fact, needy enough to forget you dont have underwear on now. But she notices, and pulls your hand down to your crotch to ask, "where's this coming from, baby? is this because of me?"

You nod without looking at her, and she moves your chin gently, gazing into your eyes. "You can tell me about this stuff, yknow. We're roommates, it's fine to figure out this stuff together." As she says this, you completely forget how bad today was, and just listen to her words. You can't believe this is happening, and it just makes you even needier as she uses your hand to press your pants into your seeping boy cunt. "Geez, you must be really pent up. Do you want me to try and help a little?"

Your breath picks up a little as she rubs over your warm, wet little hole. When you nod, enthusiastically, still in disbelief, she pulls down your sweatpants ever so slightly to allow her hands entry. After the first thrust of her fingers inside you, you know this won't just be a one time thing. You feel like you're going through ten sugar rushes at once as she slowly, expertly weaves and pumps her fingers in and out of you, curling them slightly to hit your most sensitive parts inside. You moan in pleasure, something you've never done before, and she laughs at you, clearly entertained by your neediness. Before you can think twice, she pulled her fingers out of you, showing you how they glisten with your slick and needy.

"please use me" you squeak out, noticing how her bulge grows in her underwear. she wordlessly pulls down your pants more, kissing your clit, licking up the wetness, and pulls out her own amazing cock. god, it's just as good as you imagined in your little 3am fantasies. you need it in you. you pull your pants down more, exposing your cunt to the cold air and making you even more sensitive, wordlessly whining at her to fuck you.

her cock pushes into your lubed up and needy parts perfectly, fitting into you like nothing has before. you feel like you might pass out as she slowly thrusts in and out of you, telling you how amazing you feel, how tight you are, how easily she could breed you, how she's always wanted to do this. "from the first time i laid eyes on you, i knew i could break you like this."

after several hours of shooting her thick ropes of cum into your greedy cunt, she kisses your forehead. you can barely move, and your breath has slowed in your daze. she tells you to get some sleep before school tomorrow. before she leaves, she calls you her beautiful little toy.

you love it, and you love her too.

life couldnt get any more perfect.

the next day, while you're in class, she text you a picture of her, naked, cock in your boxers.

you cant wait.

Some thicc girls don’t realize how sexy their tummies are like ma’am when I said I’d worship every inch of you I meant it you fucking goddess

topping transfemmes is actually how you get to heaven, trust me