Futa College Surprise

Writer's note: If you aren't into futa, this story isn't for you. I basically wrote this more for myself since I'm into futa content but rarely see more realistic depictions of a normal guy meeting a girl and dating. The only thing unrealistic are sizes. I'd love for any feedback since it's my first story. Hope you enjoy!

John was hanging out in his dorm room, trying out different outfits for when he plans to meet up with Tiff at her dorm that night. He figured he needed to look comfortable since it was a movie night, but didn't want to look like a complete scrub.

John and Tiff were both 21 year old Juniors in college and had been dating for a month. Earlier that day, they both finished taking their finals and they were planning to head back to their respective homes from campus tomorrow. John was hoping tonight was the night he'd finally get lucky, and make Tiff his official girlfriend before the summer started. As he got ready he thought back to the night they first met.

One month earlier:

John arrived at his friend Mark's house where Mark and his roommates were hosting their typical Friday night house party. Out of all the friends John made in school so far, becoming friends with Mark after sitting next to him in Physics freshman year, was the most fruitful relationship. Especially because these parties had become legendary on campus. Mark's house was situated by itself at the end of a cul-de-sac, meaning it was sheltered from any other home in a half mile radius. It was shielded from people hearing the loud music or seeing the drunk college kids constantly hanging about. The parties typically included a live band out in the large backyard and a DJ playing house music in the basement. John was hanging out in the backyard with Mark, listening to the band when he noticed the most gorgeous girl he'd ever laid eyes on walk out onto the back deck with some friends.

Tiff looked around at the raucous party going on in the backyard. It was the first time she had gone out with her friends since her recent break up a couple week's prior. Tiff was 5'3", had long brunette hair and light blue eyes. Her face gave off a bit of "girl next door" vibe, but she also had very full lips and long eyelashes. She came dressed to impress, in a short white crop top and baggy jeans. The crop top flaunted her massive cleavage given her 36F breasts and her toned stomach. The baggy jeans on the other hand, were there to hide her even larger physical asset. Tiff, had an incredibly rare generic condition. A massive cock. Her condition caused her to grow a functional set of cock and balls that sat slightly above her vagina. Outside of that, she was 100% woman. Her entire life was spent trying to hide this, even as its growing size made it all the more difficult. When she was 18 and in her senior year of highschool on a field trip to a zoo, she desperately had to pee. All the bathroom stalls were occupied so she found a spot to whip it out behind the restroom building. That was when a boy in her class, Tim, happened to stumble upon her. She pleaded for Tim not to tell anyone and he agreed on the one condition that she became his girlfriend. Tim was a portly kid, a little geeky but very kind. The fact that she agreed to date him bewildered everyone in school. Especially since she was widely known as the hottest girl in school. Tiff never developed strong feelings for Tim but their relationship served two purposes: nobody finding out about her secret and finally being able to share her cock with another person. Tiff and Tim dated up until a couple weeks before the party, in that time, she became used to thinking of him less as a boyfriend, and more as someone she could impale on her huge cock whenever he found time to visit her at college, since he was working for his father's elevator business. When Tim's 21st birthday came and went without her even remembering it, she realized just how unfair it was to keep this charade of a relationship going, just so she didn't have to risk exposing her secret to some other guy she might like more. Tim was devastated but agreed that there was no point keeping the relationship going when it was completely one sided. So now Tiff was finally ready to put herself out there again. Of course, for someone who looked like her, she knew it wasn't going to be an issue finding suitors. But she had to be strategic to make sure whoever she shared her secret with, was there for the long haul. She didn't want to just expose her cock to some random guy, only to have the entire campus know about it the next day.

As quickly as John saw her, he lost sight of her as she blended in with the growing crowd gathering near the band in the backyard. He looked over to Mark, "Hey did you see that brunette who just walked in?"

"Oh yeah. You mean Tiff Gladwell? She's ridiculously hot bro. I honestly wasn't expecting her to show up. I always invite her friends to these parties and Tiff usually turns down their offers to join. I wonder if she finally dropped her boyfriend."

"Her boyfriend?"

"Yeah man, it's the weirdest thing. Like you have this 10/10 smoke show, who I've even heard is as cool and down to earth as they come. Yet she was with this tubby little dude with glasses, who doesn't even go here. I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but the contrast was crazy." Mark let out a soft laugh as he shook his head in disbelief. "Guy must have been packing an absolute hog or something."

John humored Mark with a laugh. But inside he was praying that she was single. Eventually he decided he had to at least try to talk to her.

John spent the next 20 minutes or so looking around the party for any sight of her. He was about to give up and assume she must have left when he turned a corner while looking in the house. His cup collided as he walked straight into Tiff. The jungle juice drenched her exposed skin as well as the front of the top. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry! I didn't see you coming around the corner." When she looked up at him he was blown away. For a split second she looked angry but as she locked eyes with him, her features softened. She had an angelic, innocent face. Large blue eyes and puffy soft lips. "It's...uhh...okay. Accidents happen."

John was worried he already blew it, but couldn't help but smile at her, "Let's get you some paper towels to clean this up. Also I guess I need another drink, can I grab you one too?"

She smiled back at him. A beautiful, perfect smile. "Yeah...yeah that'd be nice." He led her into the kitchen and they started talking as he grabbed her paper towels and poured her a drink. She seemed a little shy at first but started opening up more as they drank and conversed. She was a pre-med student, head of an environmental club and recently got into lifting weights. John couldn't help but notice her incredibly wide hips and thick thighs visible even through her slightly baggy jeans. Her curves were accentuated even more by her skinny waist. Her abs were toned enough she had some definition that was visible from her crop top. Things started to get flirty as John joked about how she must make it hard for guys to focus on anything else when she's in the gym. Initially he panicked that he went too far but was relieved when she giggled and gave him a little playful slap on the arm. At that point he figured it was a good time to figure out if she still had a boyfriend. He thought about the best way to ask her without being too forward.

"So Tiff, we've been talking for a little while now, I'm assuming we're not keeping your boyfriend waiting, are we? Or...are you here trying to find a handsome guy to talk about your gym routine with?"

Tiff held back a smile as she tried to reply in the sexiest voice she could. "I can confirm it's the ladder...and looks like I'm in luck. How about you John, anyone special? Or do you just go to parties and spill drinks on girls and hope it leads to a conversation?"

John laughed, "I'm single. And it's probably because this is the first time that my drink spilling strategy actually seemed to work out."

They continued like this for a while. Getting increasingly flirtier, until they eventually made their way to the makeshift dance floor in the basement of the party. As Tiff grinded her huge ass against John, the party was unfortunately winding down as they had spent most of the night talking in the kitchen. He had a lingering thought that he couldn't get over. How could this absolutely stunning girl be into him?

John was no slouch. He was 6 feet tall, with a strong athletic build and a trimly cut beard. He lifted regularly, loved to run, and was even straight A engineering student. He'd been with some attractive woman during his college tenure so far, but there was no doubt that Tiff was a huge step up from any girl he's ever even spoken to. As the party winded down Tiff eventually turned towards him and slipped her hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone. "As fun as this was, I'm not a sleep with a guy on the first night kind of gal. I'm going to give you my number. Maybe, you can take me on a date next weekend?"

Present day:

Three phenomenal dates later, and preparing for a fourth, John opened his phone to a text from Tiff. It said "what do you think of my outfit for tonight?" Followed by a series of picture messages. First was a picture of her in a short silk pajama set. She had an buttoned top that did little to hide her massive bust underneath and shorts that expose her beautiful, shapely thighs. As John scrolled through the pictures of her posing in the outfit he froze. Mixed in with the pictures is one of what looks like someone's lower body in yoga pants. There is a massive bulge, and what looks like a large shaft snaking down from their groin, nearly to their knees. It looked as thick as a soda can. What. The. Fuck.

Did she mean to send this? Whose cock is this? It looked like her hips and legs but....why was there a bulge? Did she accidentally send a picture of one of her ex's? And what dude had hips that wide? Or wore yoga pants? On top of what looks like a truly massive cock. Scanning the picture, Tim found another clue. Above her waist line he knew Tiff had a small heart tattoo. He noticed it the first time they met. The tattoo was visible in the photo and made it unmistakable that it was her in the picture. Tim didn't even know how to even go about asking her, so he clicked on the picture and sent back a question mark.

As Tiff continued to prance around her room, trying on different outfits for their "Netflix and chill" date, her phone vibrated with a text from John. Tiff smiled like she usually did when she got a text from John but her smile vanished when she opened the picture John replied to with a question mark. Fuck! She had gotten a new pair of leggings in the mail earlier that day and wanted to see how obvious her bulge looked in them. How does she respond? Does she lie that it's someone else? Or that she threw a giant cucumber in her pants as some sort of inside joke with a friend and accidentally sent it to him? She had already planned to have a conversation with John about her cock that night and she had been rehearsing it all day. Now that plan was totally out the window. She took a while to respond but finally she made a decision.

"John, I was planning on doing this in person. But I need to tell you something". John read the text over and over. Wondering where this could possibly be leading. He went back to the picture. Does she have a cock? A massive out at that? Was she trans? John had to admit that some trans women were nearly indistinguishable but none of Tiff's feminine features looked like they could be the result of surgery. They'd have to be the best damn plastic surgeon in the world. Finally, he texted back "Sure Tiff. What's going on?"

Tiff's heart pounded through her chest as she wrote out a long message and clicked send. She didn't want their amazing time together to end. And if it had to, she worried John would tell someone why.

After a full 5 minutes of nervously waiting, John opened his phone. "John, I have to be honest with you. I have an incredibly rare genetic condition. I have both sets of reproductive organs. Essentially, I have a vagina but I also have a penis and balls. I was planning to tell you this tonight, but It might be better if you know what you're getting into. Everything else about me is female and I can even still have children. I'm not trans. I'm a woman, who happens to have something a little extra. This had made dating incredibly difficult and I stayed with my ex for way longer than I wanted to because I feared having to find someone else who might accept me. I'm sorry if I'm not what you thought I was. And if you don't come over tonight I'd understand."

John was stunned. He'd honestly think it was some strange joke if he didn't already see photo evidence. But the strangest part was...he was getting aroused. He couldn't understand why his body responded immediately to the thought that this incredibly beautiful girl has a cock. He tried to rationalize it. On one hand, everything else about her is female. She even has a vagina. On the other, she apparently has a giant cock. One that looked like it was significantly bigger than his, soft! In the end, John knew there was almost nothing that would make him not want to pursue her. He wrote back. "Tiff, I'm sorry that must not have been easy to tell me. I thought about it and I'm still crazy about you. I would love to still come over tonight."

Tiff was through the roof when she read John's text. She wrote back, "really? That means so much to me, John. And like I said, I'm still a woman. If anything happens tonight, we can just pretend it's not there."

John read her text and thought about it. If she has a vagina, it doesn't change much about how they have sex? But what if she expects to use her cock? Or she wants him to suck it? John tried to shoo those thoughts away from his head. Especially since they seemed to be arousing him in a way that only made his scrambled mind more confused. "Okay Tiff. I'll be over at your place in a half hour."

"John, I was planning on doing this in person. But I need to tell you something". John read the text over and over. Wondering where this could possibly be leading. He went back to the picture. Does she have a cock? A massive out at that? Was she trans? John had to admit that some trans women were nearly indistinguishable but none of Tiff's feminine features looked like they could be the result of surgery. They'd have to be the best damn plastic surgeon in the world. Finally, he texted back "Sure Tiff. What's going on?"

Tiff's heart pounded through her chest as she wrote out a long message and clicked send. She didn't want their amazing time together to end. And if it had to, she worried John would tell someone why.

After a full 5 minutes of nervously waiting, John opened his phone. "John, I have to be honest with you. I have an incredibly rare birth condition. I was born with both sets of reproductive organs. Essentially, I have a vagina but I also have a penis and balls. I was planning to tell you this tonight, but It might be better if you know what you're getting into. Everything else about me is female and I can even still have children. I'm not trans. I'm a woman, who happens to have something a little extra. This had made dating incredibly difficult and I stayed with my ex for way longer than I wanted to because I feared having to find someone else who might accept me. I'm sorry if I'm not what you thought I was. And if you don't come over tonight I'd understand."

John was stunned. He'd honestly think it was some strange joke if he didn't already see photo evidence. But the strangest part was...he was getting aroused. He couldn't understand why his body responded immediately to the thought that this incredibly beautiful girl has a cock. He tried to rationalize it. On one hand, everything else about her is female. She even has a vagina. On the other, she apparently has a giant cock. One that looked like it was significantly bigger than his, soft! In the end, John knew there was almost nothing that would make him not want to pursue her. He wrote back. "Tiff, I'm sorry that must not have been easy to tell me. I thought about it and I'm still crazy about you. I would love to still come over tonight."

Tiff was through the roof when she read John's text. She wrote back, "really? That means so much to me, John. And like I said, I'm still a woman. If anything happens tonight, we can just pretend it's not there."

John read her text and thought about it. If she has a vagina, it doesn't change much about how they have sex? But what if she expects to use her cock? Or she wants him to suck it? John tried to shoo those thoughts away from his head. Especially since they seemed to be arousing him in a way that only made his scrambled mind more confused. "Okay Tiff. I'll be over at your place in a half hour."

Tiff waited in her room. She couldn't believe how horny she was. Even if he didn't want to touch her cock, the fact he was still willing to come over was a huge win in her book. How was she going to go about this? Will he eventually come around to liking it? The thoughts both excited and terrified her. First things first, she at least wanted to make sure she wasn't brutally hard the second he walked in. She decided to hop in the shower and turn the water on cold. After a couple minutes her cock softened and she threw on an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts. She made sure she wore constricting underwear, hoping that she could keep her cock somewhat contained when they had sex for the first time.

John gave a soft knock at the door as his heart pounded. Waiting for Tiff to let him in. The door creaked open slowly, revealing Tiff's face peeking out from behind the door. "Hey there John, take a seat on the bed. Make yourself at home." A flush crept up her cheeks as she stepped aside to let John in. John walked to the bed, sat down and looked back at Tiff. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her angelic face and blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. The scent of her perfume filled the room, an intoxicating blend of jasmine and sandalwood.

Tiff closed the door behind him, her wide hips swaying as she walked over to her bed. John could see her incredible breasts sway slightly as she walked. Clearly no longer restrained by her typical push up bras. His eyes cast downward, and he could see that she had a considerable bulge in the front of her shorts. He figured it made sense for her not to hide it anymore, but he couldn't help wondering just how big she truly was when she was actually hard. Even in it's compact, curled up state, it looked like she was hiding a football between her legs.

Tiff sat down on the bed next to him. She couldn't help but smirk as she realized John's eyes were glued to her cock but it quickly faded as she thought to herself "just because he sees it and agreed to come over, doesn't mean he likes it". She turned on her TV but as she scrolled through Netflix, she realized they were having trouble keeping up their usual level of conversation. She decided she had to address the elephant in the room. Or in this case, the elephant trunk.

Nervously she spoke, "So John...now that you know my...secret..are you sure you still want to hangout...like this?" She had trouble meeting his gaze.

John was struck by her forwardness in approaching the subject, but he admitted to himself it was all he could think about. "Of course Tiff, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And despite how insanely hot you are, you're still so down to earth and laid back! The past month has been a dream. So when it comes to you having a...cock...", he paused for a moment, eyes looking down to her crotch, "like you said, we can just have sex as if it's not even there." John had mixed feelings about that. On one hand he was relieved she wasn't expecting to all the sudden be the man in the relationship just because she apparently had the larger penis, but the idea of just pretending it didn't exist felt off too.