(Billy: The day before/Prologue)

The entire situation was **SO** embarrassing! I’ve been bullied for so long that I can’t remember the last weekday I came home without rushing to mommy for a hug. It made everything better, even though she didn’t really understand the whole story…

She doesn’t know that my bully is…actually a futanari. Revealing that detail, that I’ve been pushed around by some big-tittied, hung bully would honestly be harder to accept than the hell I go through on a daily basis.

I’ve been made to kiss and lick her shoes, armpits and feet; she absolutely gets off to humiliating and defeating me. The worst part is that the only meals I have for lunch are absolutely drowned in her globby, disgustingly thick cum. She makes me take my meals and tray into the bathroom, adding her “bitch-milk” to it. She called me several names and made sure the tray was completely clean of her filth, her balls seemingly creating the majority of my lunches.

I don’t qyite understand her obsession with my misery, although I suppose it doesn’t matter, given her complete satisfaction by the end of lunch. Usually my lunch is the last time I see her at work for the day. Yesterday, however…she saw I was on the phone instead of catering to our usual bully-victim time. She snatched my phone away and saw who I was talking to, a smile crossing her lips.