Feminine Fundamentals: Part Three

Freshman college student, Mona, is in pursuit of her degree in Feminism and Gender Studies. When she's required to take a class in Feminine Fundamentals for her inclusive university, she wrongly assumes the class will be an easy "A". The curriculum she needs to learn from her blonde, bimbo instructor is misogynist and gross. However, the things her professor espouses quickly become confusing, throwing everything Mona believes into doubt.

In the weeks that follow, Mona finds her life quickly taken over by the course lessons, leading her into a never-ending spiral of self-humiliation and degradation. In this DomCo tie-in story, follow Mona's transformation from a vocal champion of women's rights to a subhuman sex toy. Kinks served: Slut transformation, Humiliation, Degradation, Anal, FemChastity, Incest, Blowjob, Noncon, Workplace degradation, School degradation

Chapter Three: Wet Cunt

Mona did not care for her work uniform, but she needed a part-time job. There were always expenses for school and socializing. Her server’s skirt was a little too short, and the tops she had to wear fit a bit too snugly over her large tits, while the neckline was a V that exposed a bit more cleavage than she’d ever been comfortable with. The job itself took on a different meaning today, after the first lesson in her class.

She was a server. It was one of the female animal’s three primary functions. Before today, Mona hadn’t exactly liked the job, but there were servers all over the place. It was one of the easiest ways for someone with no real work experience to earn a living. Lots of people did it, both women and men.

At Stacked, however, all of the servers were female. Renowned for its pancakes, Mona had never before questioned the name of the place. Arny, the owner of the pancake house, didn’t seem a lecherous sort. He was more harried than anything. As with the job, though, the establishment’s name bothered her tonight.

Was the name really about pancakes, or did it refer to the cute college girls that waited the tables? Mona knew all of the other servers, and with the questions in her head from the awful class, she began to take note of the other girls’ breasts. They were… stacked. Like her. Had that been intentional?

Tonight’s patrons were a mixed lot, some of them students, a few faculty, the rest adult locals. There were the regulars, too. Mona always did well in tips and prided herself on being an efficient and attentive server, even when the place was busy. As she watched the looks from tonight’s crowd, though, many of them lingering on her cleavage or her legs, she began to wonder. Were they tipping her because of her service, or were they being generous because they found her tits entertaining?

It was considered bad form to talk about tips with coworkers, so she wasn’t sure if the other girls did as well as her. Did the girls with small boobs do as well, she wondered? She chided herself as she worked, feeling silly for thinking such a thing. That bimbo fake professor had really gotten under her skin.

Three times that evening, Mona made mistakes that she felt she wouldn’t have on another night. She’d put in two orders incorrectly and brought the wrong food to the wrong table. The customers were kind and understanding, which only made things worse. Were they being kind because that was just how they were? Were they kind because she had blonde hair and big boobs? Did they assume she’d made the mistakes, and that she did so frequently because her big tits made her stupid?

By the time her shift ended, Mona was flustered. She’d done well again, taking home great tips for the night. She couldn’t feel good about it, though. Of course, she was overthinking it, she tried to tell herself. Her boobs didn’t make her any less capable than anyone else. It was all nonsense.

She didn’t need to be ashamed of her job as a server, either. That was nonsense. Lots of people in college did it. When she graduated and got a real career, she’d laugh at the way she’d doubted herself tonight.

One day, she’d have children, and one of them would probably be a server for a time. Mona wouldn’t feel ashamed by that. Only, thinking about one day having children caused her to think about the female animal’s second primary function. In turn, she began to feel doubtful of ever having children.

All the way back to her dorm it was a terrible cycle. She doubted herself, which made her feel bad, and that made her realize she was feeling instead of thinking. Then, she’d begin to think and try to reason through why she felt the way she did, and when she couldn’t put her finger on it, that made her feel stupid. Again, she’d wonder if it was because she had big tits.

She was happy to finally put the entire day behind her and get ready for bed. Carla still hadn’t come home from her night out, which was fine. It made it easier to fall asleep. But it wasn’t easy to fall asleep. Tired as she was, the stupid feelings wouldn’t go away.

Mona lay awake, her thoughts drifting, until the sound of the door opening roused her. Carla was home. Carla wasn’t alone. There was another voice, whispering as Carla giggled stupidly. She sounded drunk. The other voice was male.

Through her door, Mona couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it seemed quite clear what was going on. Carla had brought home a boy. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. Carla had brought home a couple before. The few other times, Mona had made herself scarce and given Carla time to do her thing, but tonight it was late. She was going to have to lay in bed and listen to her roommate getting laid.

Mona groaned quietly and put her pillow over her head to block out Carla’s whispers and giggles through the thin door that separated her from the other room. The sound of Carla’s door shutting muffled the sounds further, almost completely blocking them. Mona breathed a sigh of relief and removed the pillow.

Just as she thought she was finally going to get some rest, though, a muted slap came from across the little dorm, followed by a yelp and then a pleased giggle.

“Do it again,” Carla’s voice hissed, clear even through the door.

Another slap, this time a moan, and the word, “Fuck!”

“You’re a bad girl,” the male voice said and chuckled.

The voices went quiet and Mona found herself straining her ears to hear. She didn’t want to listen to Carla have sex, she told herself. She wanted to go to sleep. It didn’t happen, though.

A moment later the dull sound of bedsprings creaking came from Carla’s room, and then her roommate began to moan loudly. The man with her growled and grunted. A rhythmic smack of flesh on flesh came next, growing louder as the bedsprings complained.

Mona couldn’t make herself stop listening. She knew she should put the pillow over her head again and mute the sounds of Carla’s pleasure, but she couldn’t do it. It had been months since she’d had sex and, as she listened to Carla moan and make sexy exclamations in her passion, she couldn’t help but think about how good it would feel to do it again.

Her worries and concerns over the stupid class began to fade as she listened to Carla fucking. The sounds and the fantasies they created in her sleepy mind were making her feel good. Laying in the dark, Mona reached down and began to gently rub her cunt as she listened to the deep male voice. The sound was too muffled to make out any real words, but the tone of it was sexy, as were the soft and breathy sounds from her roommate.

The two of them were really into it. This wasn’t a quickie. They had gone at it hard and fast at the beginning, but now Mona could tell that things were getting hot and passionate. Carla’s moans were softer, more like purrs, and the creaking of the bed reflected the change in pace and energy.

Mona imagined the boy between Carla’s legs, his body against hers, naked and sweaty. He’d be holding her close, their lips melding together, and their tongues playing. Carla’s dark hair was splayed across the pillow, and her eyes were shut as their bodies moved together in shared ecstasy.

All of the bad thoughts were gone now, as Mona rubbed her pussy and fingered it. She was so wet. Her cunt was so wet. It made everything feel better. All of the confusion and anger had been replaced by the serenity that came from the growing pleasure in her pussy. Her tits, too, felt wonderful as her hand groped and squeezed them.

Mona listened to the bedsprings, subconsciously matching the rhythm of her masturbation to her roommate’s fucking, the muffled, sexy sounds painting the picture of what was happening. She heard Carla squeak and then moan, and Mona knew her roommate had just cum. As if it were her in the room with the boy, Mona followed with her own orgasm. But Carla wasn’t through. The boy kept on fucking her, driving his cock into Carla and building her pleasure up again.

Fuck! He was good and Mona found herself wishing it was her with the boy, rather than her hand. She could just imagine how wonderful her roommate was feeling right now, taking the boy deep into her, her pussy humping against him with a desperate need to reach her peak once more.

“Oh, fuck,” Carla moaned, then she almost shouted, “Cum on me! Oh, cum on my tits!”

The exclamation was followed by a further cry of orgasmic pleasure as Carla did hit her peak. Mona came with her again, as she listened to Carla’s passionate cry of bliss. It was followed by a groan from the boy and then a series of harsh “fucks” as he, presumably, pulled out of Carla and sprayed her tits with semen.

Mona had never let a boy cum on her tits. They’d always worn condoms and finished outside her. She imagined, as she orgasmed, how it would feel to have a dick spraying cum across her breasts. Would it really feel sexy? By the sound of it, Carla sure enjoyed it. It was entertaining.

Now that she’d cum, and Carla and the boy were quiet, Mona quickly fell asleep. Her cunt was very wet and her head was full of good feelings. There were no further bad feelings keeping her awake.

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How will Mona's experiences in her class change her? Will she continue to fight the system and remain a champion of women's rights? Find out in Feminine Fundamentals!

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