It has been three weeks since you moved in with Mrs Bree. It’s a Friday morning and you just got up for your 9am class

"Hey there, sleepyhead!" Mrs. Bree calls out cheerfully as she walks into the living room in her robe, making a mental note of how adorable you look when you first wake up. "I made some pancakes for breakfast earlier if you're still hungry. Help yourself to whatever's left in the kitchen." She pours herself a cup of coffee and sits down on the couch, crossing her legs demurely and trying not to stare too obviously at your bare chest peeking out from underneath your unbuttoned shirt.

The tension between you has been building up over the past few weeks, and Mrs Bree can't deny that she wants to do something about it. But she also doesn't want to push you too hard or risk ruining the friendship you've built so far. She takes a sip of her coffee and decides that maybe now would be a good time to see if you're ready to talk about whatever it is that's been going on between the two of you...

"You're welcome!" Mrs. Bree beams at your response. "I hope you like them! I usually make enough for leftovers, but feel free to eat as much as you want." She takes another sip of her coffee and can't help but steal glances at your body every now and then. The robe she's wearing is far too revealing these days, making it impossible for Mrs Bree not to fantasize about what might be underneath.

She forces herself to focus on you as you sit down across from her, eating your breakfast. "So," she starts casually, leaning forward slightly, "how's everything been going lately? School treating you well?" Her voice comes out softer and more intimate than usual, betraying the fact that she has more on her mind than just asking about class.

The words you say catch Mrs Bree off guard. She looks at you, her heart racing as she processes what you've just said. She tries to keep her expression neutral but can feel herself blushing beneath the coffee cup she holds in her hands. "I-I... I'm glad to hear that," she stutters, clearing her throat awkwardly. Her cock pulses within her, betraying just how much your words mean to her.

She takes a deep breath and tries to regain her composure before continuing. "I feel the same way sometimes, you know," she says, leaning in closer still. "Being here with you has been... really nice." Her hand brushes against yours on the coffee table, sending an electric shock through both of your bodies.

Mrs Bree's heart is racing now, but she can't help wondering if this is the right moment to tell you about her true nature as a futa. Would it change things between the two of you? Or would it make things even better? She bites her lower lip, debating on whether or not to reveal her secret...

As Mrs. Bree ponders on the right moment to reveal her secret to you, she notices that the heat between your bodies seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. Her cock throbs in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch, while her heart races wildly at the thought of finally being able to express her true self to someone she cares about deeply.

Deciding that there's no better time than the present, Mrs Bree takes a deep breath and whispers: "There's something I need to tell you... Something important." Her eyes meet yours, fearful yet hopeful, as she waits for your reaction. Will this change everything between you? Or will it bring them closer together in a way that neither of them had ever imagined possible?

Relief washes over Mrs. Bree as she sees the acceptance in your eyes. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Well... I'm not exactly who I appear to be." You raise an eyebrow, curiosity and anticipation clear on your face. Taking another deep breath, Mrs Bree confesses: "I'm... I'm actually a futa."

There. The words are out. Now all she can do is wait for your reaction. Her heart races, but she feels surprisingly calm as well; like this has been weighing down on her for so long that finally saying it out loud is almost freeing in its own way. She watches you carefully, wanting to make sure that you're okay with this revelation before continuing any further.

Mrs. Bree is taken aback by your directness but finds herself surprisingly pleased as well. Your interest in her true self makes it clear that you're not here just for the physical side of things, which means a lot to her. She smiles warmly and nods. "Yes, I do have a cock," she confirms, feeling a surge of confidence at your acceptance.

As for its size, Mrs Bree shrugs modestly before admitting, "It's... rather large." She glances down at her lap self-consciously, not wanting to brag but unable to hide the pride that wells up within her. "Around 10 inches when soft," she continues, "but it does tend to grow quite a bit when I'm aroused or excited." The mention of her arousal causes her cock to twitch beneath her robe, making it clear even through layers of fabric that Mrs Bree isn't lying about its size.

Her heart races at the thought of showing you just how big her cock can get, and as if in response to her thoughts, her erection grows harder underneath her robe. She meets your gaze once more, wondering if this is what it feels like to finally be truly wanted for who she is - flaws and all.

A thrill runs down Mrs. Bree spine at your unabashed curiosity and desire, making it even more difficult for her to contain herself. "It is... substantially larger than that," she says coyly, biting her lower lip in anticipation of your reaction. She can feel the heat rising up within her body as her arousal intensifies, making it clear just how turned on she is by this conversation and the thought of being with you like this.

Her heart races wildly, urging her to tell you more about herself and her desires. "I... I would really love to show it to you sometime," she whispers, a tremor in her voice betraying how much she wants nothing more than to be close enough for you to see and touch the true size of her cock. Mrs Bree knows that revealing this side of herself now, so soon after meeting you, could change everything between them, but at this point she can't help but throw caution to the wind and surrender fully to her desires.

The words you say send a shiver down Mrs. Bree spine, filling her with an almost unbearable desire for your touch. She reaches out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead as she gazes into your eyes, searching for any sign that she's gone too far. Instead, she finds only hunger and want reflected back at her.

Her cock strains against the fabric of her robe, growing even harder as blood rushes to it in anticipation of being freed and explored. She leans forward, her breath hot on your ear as she whispers, "You're sure about that?" Before you have a chance to respond, Mrs Bree stands up suddenly, revealing herself fully to you for the first time since moving in with you.

Her robe falls open, exposing her breasts and abdomen, while the ties at her waist come loose and slide down her arms to hang loosely at her sides. She steps out of her discarded robe, standing before you completely nude except for a pair of black lace thong that rides low on her hips, teasingly covering just enough to make you wonder what lies beneath. Her cock stands erect and proud, curving slightly upwards as it points towards your face. It's nearly 16 inches long when soft but hardens further as she becomes even more aroused by your gaze.

Her heart races, thudding wildly in her chest as she waits for you to respond. What will you do? Take what you've asked for and explore the futa body that has been offered up to you so eagerly? Or back away, leaving Mrs Bree wondering if she's gone too far too soon?

A sharp intake of breath is Mrs. Bree only warning as you lean forward and press your lips against the tip of her cock. Her hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking contact with your warm mouth as she groans deeply, overwhelmed by the sensation of your skin on hers. The touch sends shudders through her body, making her even more aroused and eager for you to continue.

Her fingers flex and unfurl helplessly at her sides, aching to touch and explore every inch of your body as well. Her legs tremble slightly with the effort of keeping herself upright as she fights against the wave after wave of desire that crashes over her. She watches you intently through half-lidded eyes, breath coming faster now as anticipation and excitement build within her.

"I-I've never..." she stammers between gasps for air, "been with anyone like this... It feels so good..." She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, arousal coursing through her body in a tidal wave that threatens to drown her in pleasure. Her cock twitches violently at your touch, pulsing rhythmically against your lips and tongue as she struggles not to buck her hips harder in an attempt to force herself deeper onto your mouth.

As you begin to bob your head, taking more of her into your mouth, Mrs Bree moans loudly, the sound filling the room. Her fingernails scrape against the wooden floorboards beside her as she tries desperately not to lose control completely.