I knew that Simon was going to be trouble as soon as I met him, he sat there during my interview staring at our tits and making more pervy comments than he asked questions. I didn't mind though cos his house was right near the pub, so I wouldn't spend much time at home, and the rent was sooo cheap! I soon found out why. I moved in on the 8th of September, along with Sarah, another girl who appeared to have been chosen for her tits. That night we went out together and got completely trashed, and when we came home at 3am we found the unmistakable blue glow of a computer screen leaking around Simon's bedroom door. We guessed he was looking at porn, and pounded on his door. He answered after a few seconds pretending to be bleary eyed as if he had just woken up, but we could hear the fan going on his PC so we knew he had just switched it off. He was wearing a dressing gown which hung slightly open, revealing a glimpse of a huge, meaty cock. Sarah and I both saw it and our jaws dropped. We had been talking about what a loser our housemate was, but this changed things.
"H-Hi girls..." he stammered "Is everything OK?"
"We were wondering if you wanted to join us for a nightcap, Simon..." Sarah asked, still staring at his pendulous dick. At that moment there was a tearing sound, and the fake cock that was velcro'd to the front of his tight white underpants fell to the floor with a thud. Simon went bright red and slammed the door shut in our faces while we pissed ourselves out in the corridor. His door locked and the blue light from his computer monitor came back on again. Sarah and I went back to my room and drank tequila until we passed out.
The next day a new girl, Emily, moved in to the house. She was skinny and blonde with hardly any boobs whatsoever, so we were surprised Simon had invited her to move in, even though she did have an awesome six pack. She was studying psychology and seemed uber-shy, so we were a little worried she might not fit in. Simon had come out of his room at about 3pm to welcome Emily and played down the dildo incident, saying someone bought it for him as a joke and he was trying to freak us out. Sarah pointed out that if we had been a little more shy we might have called the police, and Simon agreed it was a dumb trick to pull.
"Thing is..." said Sarah "We didn't see much else. You got a real one in there as well?" she asked, eyeing up his crotch.
"I think it's only fair, we saw the fake, we should get to see some real dick!" I said, and Simon blushed bright red.
"O-OK" he said, standing up and undoing his belt.
"FUCK DUDE!" screamed Sarah "Not really! Keep it in your fucking panties, OK? None of us want to see that shit."
Simon nodded and sheepishly re-buckled his belt. A few minutes later he excused himself and headed up to his room, crouching over to hide his erection. As soon as his bedroom door closed we all burst out laughing. Emily asked what was going on and we told her about Simon and his fake dildo dick, and she laughed hardest of all. That night Emily drank a bottle of vodka and deep throated a cucumber in front of us both (We had to stop her from going and asking Simon for a borrow of his dildo), so we knew she was one of us.
One night in October I was in my room getting changed ready to go out to the Union and as I was about to pull off my t-shirt I heard what sounded like heavy breathing coming from Simon's bedroom, which was next to mine. I stopped undressing and nonchalantly crossed the room towards the dividing wall where I heard Simon mutter "Come on you dirty little emo slut, take off the t-shirt, I gotta cum!". I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so quite liked the idea of a guy jerking off over me even it is my freaky little housemate. At the time I didn't really think about how he could see me, I figured he was peeking through the keyhole or some shit. I decided to put on a real show and danced around my room in my underwear, gyrating to Lady GaGa and thrusting my boobs at the door, behind which I imagined Simon crouching and jerking his willy while he watched. Little did I realise, but I was thrusting in the wrong direction, as he wasn't behind the door.
After a few months, I noticed that a pair of my knickers had gone missing from the radiator in the living room. I asked the other girls and Emily said she was missing a pair of knickers and a bra I wasn't aware she needed one, having tits like fried eggs). Sarah must've been special though as she was missing three pairs of knickers, two pairs of socks, a bra and even a t-shirt. We didn't have to think very hard about where they had gone, and shuddered to think about the uses Simon would have found for them. Another weird thing came up as well. All of us had noticed that our bathroom supplies (shampoo, shower gel, shaving foam etc) seemed to last nowhere near as long as usual, and if one of us went in the bathroom after Simon it smelled strongly of the same products.
That afternoon, Me, Sarah and my friends Claire and Lindsey sneaked into Simon's room and switched on his computer. It loaded straight up and it didn't take long to find his porn folder (which was 15GB!!!). We scanned through and found hundreds of screencaps and videos of us changing, fucking, dancing and showering. There were also tons of him on Chatroulette, exposing his pathetically small willy, and even sucking himself off while hordes of girls pointed and laughed! We wouldn't have believed anyone could contort themselves enough to fit a moggot sized little willy like Simon's into their mouth, but we had the high definition video playing right there in front of us. I texted down to Emily what we had found, and got a single text message back. It read "OMFG. EWWW!"
