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Midnight at U University, inside Dorm 634, Parrot softly shut the door behind him. He tiptoed over, setting his shoes and backpack down on his desk, hoping not to wake the other guy up. Scanning the room, he realized his roommate wasn't back yet. It had been a damn long day, and he was completely exhausted. All he wanted to do was flop onto his bed and doomscroll on Instagram—he’d worked way too hard on this project.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Parrot stood up and walked over, wondering if Wifies had forgotten his keys again. The door swung open to reveal Wemmbu from next door, holding a small, simply decorated box containing an appetizing cheese cake.
"Hey Parrot, sorry for bothering you this late... Some girl just gave me this cake. I'm not really big on sweets, but throwing it away feels like a waste. By the way, I heard you like cheese cake, right?"
"So you're giving me leftovers from girls who have a crush on you?" Parrot furrowed his brows.
"That's not what I meant! Just take the cake, alright? You know I always look out for my bro!" Wemmbu scoffed, shoving the cake into Parrot’s hands. "Anyway, see ya, enjoy!"
Parrot ended up keeping the neat little cheese cake after all. Even though Wemmbu was acting weird, he decided not to overthink it. He devoured the cake cleanly and rolled into bed to sleep.
That night, Parrot had a dream.
He dreamed he was pregnant. The moment he lifted his hand, he could touch his belly, round like a balloon. The sensation was surreal. What should have felt soft and warm now felt taut and heavy. It felt as though a single scratch of his fingernails could pierce right through it. That thought made him unconsciously reach down to stroke it.
When he woke up, he was drenched in cold sweat. Parrot patted his still-flat stomach, letting out a soft sigh of relief.
Parrot really needed to stop doomscrolling and watching weird stuff online.
Right on cue, the alarm blared, Parrot knew that he needed to get ready for school. Stepping into the bathroom with half-lidded eyes, he suddenly felt a strange emptiness down below—he couldn't feel his precious little bro anymore. As if possessed, Parrot reached inside his pants to check, but no matter how much he fumbled around, there was nothing there.
In an instant, his heart sank like cold ashes.
Parrot looked down at his lower half. His cock had completely vanished, as if it had never existed in this world. In its place was a lush, sweet-looking pussy, an actual vagina.It was the exact type of "steamed bun" style he had accidentally stumbled upon on adult websites back in middle school. The pinkish slit was neither too big nor too small, but to Parrot, the shock of seeing it was no different from staring down the deep ravines of the Minecraft FarLands.
...!
He was dreaming. Definitely dreaming!
Parrot slapped his own face, feeling a sharp sting spread across his right cheek.
"Holy shit, that hurts!"
He wasn't dreaming. Suddenly, something tapped the back of his shirt. Already on edge, Parrot let out a blood-curdling scream.
"Parrot! What's wrong?!" Wifies burst into the room, breathless with worry. When the hell did this guy even get back?!
Face pale as a sheet, Parrot turned around to look at Wifies, who was staring at him with deep concern—before shifting his gaze downward. Wifies rubbed his eyes, looking back up at Parrot's face with utter disbelief. He stammered, struggling to force out each word.
"Parrot... all this time, were you... a girl?"
"You're the girl! Your whole damn family is girls!" Parrot yelled, tears starting to stream down his face.
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Wemmbu confessed that the cake was actually from an ex-girlfriend he had unfortunately pissed off. He thought that whatever she handed him might be poisoned—and as it turned out, he was right. Even though Wemmbu felt immensely guilty toward Parrot, who was truly an unfortunate victim in all of this, there was nothing else he could do.
Parrot cursed Wemmbu's entire existence.
Throughout the entire day at school, Parrot couldn't focus at all. He kept messing up and walking straight into walls, leaving everyone around him deeply concerned. By the time he dragged himself back to his dorm room, he was as limp and lifeless as a soaked bun. What had happened was easily the biggest trauma he had ever faced in his entire life.
This couldn't be happening. He was a 100% certified straight guy who still dreamed of a promise college life and a cute, ideal girlfriend. There was no way this was how his life came to an end! The thought sent him spiraling further into despair; he buried his face into the pillow and let out a long, agonized groan. Parrot honestly wanted to rip Wemmbu’s head right off his neck.
By lunchtime, Wifies brought food back for him, even caringly asking if he was sick. Parrot turned down his kindness, remaining curled up in bed without moving an inch.
Looking at his slumping back, Wifies couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
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A week passed, and another weekend arrived.
Wifies glanced at Parrot, who was fully dressed and getting out of bed, asking offhandedly, "Up so early?"
Parrot forced a awkward smile and replied, "Yeah... woke up, so I got down."
Wifies teased, "That doesn't sound like you. Don't you usually sleep until the afternoon on Sundays?"
He noticed Parrot subtly covering his lower abdomen, as if he were in pain.
In truth, Parrot felt so uncomfortable and alien in his own new body that it had completely snapped him awake.
He had resorted to buying women's underwear online, terrified that his old boxers might cause an infection in his current anatomy. To make matters worse, his chest felt swollen and sore today. Ignoring Wifies, who was still trying to talk to him, Parrot bolted into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Just as he feared, his slit was dripping wet with arousal. For some unknown reason, his pussy had become wildly inflamed with lust. Parrot was overwhelmed by an unbearable, feverish itch, unable to suppress the desperate urge to be touched.
Tentatively, Parrot tried using his fingers to ease the aching sensation. But the moment he inserted them slightly, the pain only grew sharper, driving him even crazier with frustration. Clumsily, he began rubbing his soaking-wet folds, thrusting his fingers inside in a desperate attempt to soothe the agonizing craving below. Cold sweat poured down his body as he panted heavily, trying with all his might to muffle his sounds so Wifies outside wouldn't hear.
The tiny, sweltering bathroom sent his head spinning even further. His fingers worked feverishly, wriggling inside the tight, pretty hole to stroke and knead the soft flesh within. Parrot’s face was completely flushed crimson; he bit down on his lip until it nearly bled to keep from crying out in pleasure and distress—he truly felt like bursting into tears right then and there. Sensing that something was about to break, he quickened the speed of his thrusting. His breathing turned heavier and raspier as his mind teetered on the brink of explosion.
Knock knock.
A knock echoed against the door.
"Parrot, you've been in there for a long time. Are you okay?" Wifies's voice drifted in from the other side, startling Parrot into a sudden halt.
Even though he couldn't see his face, Parrot knew Wifies was genuinely worried about him. The guy had always been so endlessly kind to him.
"I-I'm fine... It's just, I—"
"If you're not feeling well, just tell me. We're best friends, aren't we?"
"No! No! I'm completely fine... it's just—"
"Parrot.
Can I come in?"
The bathroom door slowly swung open. Parrot stepped out, his eyes carefully avoiding any contact with Wifies, who instantly picked up on how off he seemed. His hair was damp and matted with sweat, a deep blush painted his face all the way to his ears, and his body trembled slightly from the lingering aftershocks. Parrot was still in utter agony—that feverish ache down below hadn't been resolved at all.
"Parrot...!" Catching sight of him, Wifies quickly grabbed a nearby towel and handed it over. "You look like you're running a fever!"
As Wifies asked after him with such gentle concern, Parrot looked up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He felt a wave of comfort wash over him, like being gently enveloped by the vast ocean.
"U-Um... you don't have to suffer through this alone... I'm always here to help you, if you want."
Parrot stared at Wifies's face—a mix of tenderness and fluster.
—"I'm always here to help you..."
Wifies was so kind; he definitely wouldn't turn him down. Besides, the guy didn't have a girlfriend anyway, so maybe asking for something this absurd wouldn't be too out of line. At the end of the day, they were super close best friends.
Parrot reached out and grabbed Wifies's wrist.
"Bro, help me."
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Parrot sat on his bed, pulling down his pants and underwear. Wifies felt a sudden jolt of surprise when he noticed Parrot was wearing women's panties. The last thread of his sanity snapped completely the moment Parrot slowly parted his legs, exposing his pretty, delicate pussy. With the curtains drawn, the room was dimly lit, making the quiet atmosphere between the two roommates feel all the more suggestive and intimate. Parrot was offering himself up to his best friend, reasoning that the most important thing right now was to make the dull, throbbing ache in his lower belly disappear. Letting his roommate thrust inside him a few times wouldn't hurt...
Wifies had always been a kind, dedicated, thoughtful, and perfect friend. Parrot could go on until tomorrow and still not finish listing all the things Wifies had done to help him in the past.
Wifies silently took in the sight before him. The way Parrot sprawled his legs wide like this was undeniably lewd. Parrot's expression shifted constantly—from anxious to pained, then remorseful, and finally thoroughly embarrassed. It seemed to awaken a deep-seated urge within Wifies to tease him.
Wifies reached out, touching the plump, tender flesh of his pussy. The moment that sensitive spot was grazed, Parrot jolted as if electrocuted. His body trembled, but Wifies firmly pinned him down by the waist. Wifies parted his folds, his fingers lingering as he caressed back and forth. When his touch brushed against the clitoris, Parrot felt a fresh surge of slick gush out from inside. Unable to hold back, he nudged Wifies's arm.
"Bro! Crack me already, no more touching..."
What kind of straight guy lets his best friend touch his pussy like this? Absolutely absurd.
Hearing that, Wifies kindly pulled his hand back and swiftly shoved his pants down, letting a thick, massive cock spring free. Even though they were best friends, Parrot couldn't help but freeze at the sight of Wifies's rock-hard erection. If a monster like that was pushed inside, it would undoubtedly tear him wide open.
Panicking, Parrot quickly grabbed Wifies's hand, begging for mercy, "N-No way, it's too big... How about we just rub it on the outside? No going in, okay?"
To any man, the phrase "just rubbing on the outside without shoving it in" was nothing short of a blatant lie. Yet, Parrot believed Wifies had enough self-control.
Parrot slowly opened his thighs, sandwiching Wifies's dick between his wet lips. Wifies lowered his gaze as the warm, fleshy folds wrapped around his length. Unable to resist any longer, he braced his hands on the edge of the bed and began to thrust back and forth. But after merely two strokes, Parrot was already at his limit. With reddened, teary eyes, he spread his legs even wider. Veins throbbed along Wifies's shaft as its glans and thick ridges pressed ruthlessly against the sensitive opening—hardly any different from actual fucking. Parrot's hyper-sensitive clit was rubbed raw and flushed bright red, while his pussy dripped relentlessly, soaking the bedsheets underneath.
Seeing Wifies's impatient, frustrated look from having his desires cut short, Parrot parted his legs and clamped them around his cock once more. This time, Wifies lost all control. Panting heavily, he used the abundant slick as lubrication and thrust inward with sheer force. The impact sent Parrot swaying violently back and forth, his mind completely descending into a hazy blur.
"Do you alright...?"
"Ah...um...yes...please hurry..."
Parrot's slick seemed completely out of control, gushing out in a relentless stream. In his hazy vision, there was only the silhouette of the man pinning him down, thrusting repeatedly as if he were truly fucking his pussy. The massive shaft ground continuously into his tender opening, churning and prodding so deeply as if intending to penetrate right then and there. Men always think with their lower half, and this felt a thousand times better than when Parrot had tried touching himself in the bathroom earlier. Throwing his usual righteous, straight-guy demeanor straight out the window, Parrot stammered, begging Wifies to pound him harder.
The thick cock rubbed faster and faster. Suddenly, Parrot's vision went completely white; his thighs twitched uncontrollably, no longer able to clamp around Wifies's length. Sprawling his legs wide open, his wet slit spurted out several more splashes of sweet, musky slick.
Parrot was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't think straight. Before he could even recover from the dizzying high, Wifies gripped his waist tightly and violently rammed his cock all the way into that tender, unblemished hole, pounding deep inside.
"Wif-Wait-oh!..."
Parrot felt his pussy being thrusted by what felt like a red-hot iron poker. He stared at Wifies in sheer panic, only to find him wearing an incredibly apologetic expression. Wifies even clamped a hand over Parrot's screaming mouth, while his other hand locked Parrot's wrists down like an iron vise, treating him like a complete fuck hole as he pounded into him relentlessly.
"Shh—sorry, Parrot. Be careful, or the room next door will hear." His insides were overflowing with slick, his tender folds stretched taut by the massive cock. The poor slit tightly enveloped and sucked at the shaft, contracting incessantly. Wifies was gripped so tightly that his scalp went numb; he pinned Parrot's hands down even harder and brutally fucked deep inside him.
Parrot was fucked until tears pricked the corners of his eyes. It hurt, but it felt absolutely incredible. Having his best friend's thick, powerful cock relentlessly grinding into his pussy satisfied him to the very depths of his core. Sensing that Parrot was finally getting lost in the arousal, Wifies released his hands, wrapped his arms around Parrot's body, and lifted him up to straddle his lap.
"Oh...!Fuck thats so deep..."
Driven by the weight of his own body, his greedy pussy swallowed the thick, long shaft whole. Parrot couldn't even begin to describe the wild, intense pleasure running rampant through him; it felt as if his opening was a broken faucet, continuously spurting out liquid. Wrapped tightly in Wifies's arms, he was subjected to violent, wet thrusts. After a while, Parrot gradually adapted to the rhythm, rolling his hips in sync and intentionally clenching his walls to suck at Wifies's length.
Unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure from down below and feeling his sense of balance slipping away, Parrot clung to Wifies's head for support. Seeing that, Wifies leaned down to suckle at Parrot's swollen chest, kneading his breasts while ruthlessly plowing his pussy. He hammered away over a hundred times before finally releasing his first load inside.
Fucked senseless, Parrot completely lost track of reality. Yet Wifies was still full of stamina. He flipped Parrot over into a kneeling position on the bed. From behind, Wifies had a clear view of the hot, stretched-open hole, with their mixed fluids leaking down Parrot's thighs and onto the bedsheets.
Both of them were panting heavily, but Parrot felt utterly exhausted—it felt as though the entire world was fading to black. His tear-filled eyes fluttered shut; he wanted nothing more than to sleep right then and there. Suddenly, Wifies reached down to touch Parrot's lower half, repeatedly caressing the scalding, dripping folds that seemed on the verge of being wrecked.
Parrot twitched and turned his head back to look at him. Wifies clearly still looked like he wanted to play with his lower lips more, but there was obviously no logical reason left for him to do so. He looked utterly miserable until his eyes suddenly shifted up to meet Parrot's.
"Parrot... are you okay? Are you really tired?"
Wifies was so obviously testing the waters—if he wanted to keep going, why couldn't he just say it out loud?!
"Mm... I just really want to sleep..."
Wifies leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress as he looked down at Parrot's face. Parrot closed his eyes tight and began breathing evenly. They remained on Parrot's bed like that for a long while until Wifies finally leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to Parrot's cheek, and headed into the bathroom to handle the rest of his swollen length himself.
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