“IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!!”

Nova’s eyes shot open at her alarm on her phone. She reached for it on the stand next to her bed and desperately swiped on her screen, without looking as the upbeat jingle teased her for every failed swipe.

“So early...” She had finally silenced the alarm and saw the time.

4:15 AM

Practice wasn’t until 4 PM, and she was planning on prepping for it with a light morning jog at the least.

Looking up at the ceiling, she gave a knowing groan as she felt the presence of her weapon of mass destruction pitching a tent under the sheets, twitching as if demanding her attention.

Throwing over the blanket, her cock was exposed as if it was the holy grail being shown to the world.

She knew all too well what it demanded of her, and the morning ritual would not be broken. Stepping out of bed and wiping her eyes, she turned on the light before stretching.

“Time for more shower fun, I suppose.”

As she took a step and stopped when her foot hit the bag she brought with her.

‘I should probably unpack all my stuff too…’

Opening the bag, she was greeted with her stuffed bear she had since she was little. Professor Fluffbottom, her constant companion. It had kept her from feeling too lonely as a child, and she couldn’t picture going anywhere without it. The bear showed its age, with its left eye missing and right arm stitched back on, but Nova loved her nevertheless.

Hugging Fluffbottom tight, she stopped to look at the bear and immediately felt the heat rush to her face.

The worn fur pressed against her bare chest, soft and familiar. But now, with her cock hard and leaking slowly onto the hardwood floor, the innocent hug stirred older memories. After puberty hit and the ache became unbearable, Fluffbottom had been there for more than cuddles. Late nights under the covers, Nova would straddle the bear, rocking slowly against its plush body until the pressure eased in quiet, shameful waves of release. The bear never judged. It soaked up every secret spill.

Like an old addictive drug, it was already tearing all reason from her mind. She placed Fluffbottom on the bed before opening her suitcase, throwing her clothes out of the way until she found her condoms.

Magnums—super durable and stretchy. They were privately made for the rare futas around the world and designed for the excessive amount of cum they would produce. She had come to use them when her parents tried to figure out how her shower drain had been gunked up one too many times.

Nova stared at the box, blush deepening. The condoms were a practical reminder of her size. Thick, reinforced, extra-large to handle her girth and the ridiculous volume her balls churned out when she finally let go. She set them on the nightstand, within easy reach, then turned back to Fluffbottom.

The bear sat propped against the pillow, one eye staring knowingly, stitched arm dangling. Her cock twitched harder at the sight, precum dripping faster onto the floor.

“I promise I won't get you too dirty…”

Taking one of the condoms and taking it open, she placed it near the teddy bear and got on the bed, inching towards the bear on her knees, but stopping as her view of the teddy bear now had her aching cock hover above the middle of it.

Nova’s breath came out shallow as she watched a blob of precum ooze out and drip onto the bear's belly before being absorbed. It would not do the same if she got carried away, a quick reminder of when she ran it through the washer twice to get all of baby batter out of it.

“I’ll just hump you for a second, Fluffbottom. Forgive my weakness…”

Pulling the bear up, she sandwiched her cock between Fluffbottom and her stomach, before giving a slow hump, letting a gasp escape her mouth.

The soft, worn fur pressed warm against her throbbing shaft, familiar and forgiving. Nova's eyes fluttered shut, cheeks burning hotter as she rocked again, slower, savoring the plush give of the bear's belly against her veiny length. Precum smeared instantly, soaking into the fabric as her foreskin glided back with each gentle thrust.

"Oh... Fluffbottom,” she whispered, voice trembling with shame and need. The innocent toy felt anything but innocent now, trapped between her toned abs and aching cock, absorbing every leak and twitch.

She hugged the bear tighter to her naked body, nipples dragging hard against the fur as her hips rolled in shy, desperate circles.

“I’m sorry for using you again…”

It felt wrong, but the pleasure might as well have been a bomb that blew it away, because it only made her hump harder against it. She felt the moisture between her stomach and its belly getting gradually bigger, warm precum smearing thick and slick with every thrust.

Nova’s breath was getting more frantic and rougher as she felt the familiar shake of her body and churn of her testicles that was sounding the impending load that was going to charge out of her at any second.

She eyed the condom she had placed on standby, slowing her thrusts before stopping altogether. Her cock made her terribly aware that it was not happy at the sudden stop.

“Condom, right… to catch…” she muttered, looking at the plushy and mentally cursing herself before hugging it tighter. She lost all care to the world and resumed thrusting against it as the sweat now coated her face from how hot the room seemed to get.

The pause only worsened the ache. Fluffbottom's soft belly pressed warm and slick against her throbbing shaft, fur matted with precum and sweat. Nova's hips snapped forward again, harder, faster, chasing the release that had been building since the alarm.

"Oh... Fluffbottom, I'm sorry," she whimpered, voice breaking as she ground desperately. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples dragging raw against the fur. Balls slapped heavy against the bear's legs, churning louder, tightening up as the pressure became unbearable.

Her pussy clenched below, dripping arousal down her thighs, clit throbbing untouched from the friction. Sweat beaded on her deep chocolate skin, rolling down her freckled cheeks and toned abs.

Falling forward, she buried her face onto the top of the bear's head as the pressure finally reached her limit.

A muffled cry escaped into Fluffbottom's worn fur, high and needy, as her body locked up in release. Her cock throbbed hard between her stomach and the plush belly, erupting in thick, powerful ropes that soaked the bear's chest and neck in creamy white. Wave after wave surged out, her balls flexing aggressively with every spurt, emptying everything they had churned.

She never stopped humping. It only intensified her orgasm, her cock only happy to receive more stimulation as she ground through the climax, plush fur dragging slick along her sensitive shaft. Precum and cum mixed into a sticky mess, coating Fluffbottom's belly dark and heavy, the bear absorbing every hot surge like it always had.

Nova's hips snapped forward in desperate, erratic thrusts, chasing the pleasure as it peaked higher. "Fluffbottom... oh god," she whimpered into the fur, voice breaking her breasts pressed tight against the bear, nipples raw from the friction, body sweat-slick and trembling.

The prolonged humping milked more from her extra ropes, spurting weaker but longer, balls churning overtime until they ached empty. Her pussy clenched hard below, squirting clear waves in sympathy, soaking her thighs and the sheets in rhythmic pulses.

Pulling away, she was now aware of the amount of cum on her torso, as well as the strands stuck between her and the bear. Her cock stood proudly, covered in her cum, slowly softening.

She rolled over and let the post-nut clarity set in, and God did it hit hard at this moment.

Nova stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, the sticky warmth cooling on her deep chocolate skin and Fluffbottom's fur. Shame washed over her hotter than the orgasm had.

 First morning in college and I humped my childhood bear like a desperate kid again.

The one-eyed plushy lay beside her soaked and innocent, strands of cum bridging their bodies like guilty threads.

Her cock gave one last lazy twitch, smearing more on her thigh as it softened fully. Her pussy pulsed faint aftershocks, thighs slick with her squirt. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and faint childhood comfort turned filthy.

Scholarship girl. Track star. And I can't even control myself for one day.

Reaching over for her phone, she looked at the time and groaned. She had been humping her defenseless bear for 30 minutes and still wanted to get a jog in without anyone out.

Throwing her legs over the side, she slowly stood on her wobbly legs and went into the shower to wash herself off.

The hot water batted at her skin, washing her mess off of her like a layer of skin melting away from her frame. It was almost therapeutic, as it was as if the guilt was being washed away from her mind. The glow from it all was helping a bit as well.

After the shower and a good dry from her towel, she quickly got dressed. She wore a new set of compression shorts and another layer of loose shorts on top, a loose shirt that wouldn’t hug her frame too much.

It used to be troublesome to run with the shorts, but over the years she had gotten used to it. The fabric was gentle against her skin, so her cock was comfortable being held snug against her thigh when she ran now. It did help that it was hard to see what she was packing with the layers of clothes.

Things only got bad if she was turned on or didn’t cum in the past 24 hours.

Nova checked the mirror one last time. The compression hugged her shaft downward, thick length pressed flush between her powerful inner thighs. The loose shorts hid everything, no obvious bulge, just the look of strong, athletic legs.

She flexed experimentally, feeling the gentle squeeze and rub. Comfortable. Safe. As long as she stayed calm.

Looking at Professor Fluffbottom laying there still covered in her lust-filled rampage, the pressure would definitely be off for a while today.

Picking the bear up, she washed it in the shower for a bit, washing the top layer off. After a bit, she took it out with a sheepish look and gave it a light hug, before kissing the top of it.

“Thank you again, Fluffbottom.” She could only imagine how embarrassing and weird this would look to her colleagues.

Nova's cheeks burned at the thought, dimples deepening as she set the damp bear on the towel rack to dry. Fluffbottom's one-eyed stare seemed to wink in approval, stitched arm dangling like it understood. Her cock gave a lazy twitch between her thighs from the compression rub, but the recent release kept it soft and cooperative, no swelling threat yet.

Good girl, she thought, grabbing her phone, earphones, and keys. Now jog. Stay calm. Team later.

Slipping out of the dorm, she walked past a few early birds and out into the world. Looking at the paths outside, she searched for one around the campus. Setting upbeat music, she began stretching.

The cool morning air kissed her deep chocolate skin, raising faint goosebumps along her arms and thighs. Nova leaned forward, palms to the ground, feeling the gentle pull in her hamstrings and the familiar squeeze of compression against her tucked shaft. The fabric hugged it snug between her powerful inner thighs, soft now but always aware, a constant low hum of pressure that made her bite her lip.

She switched to lunges, thighs spreading wide, the motion rubbing her cock faintly against the smooth material. A small spark of heat flickered low in her belly, but she breathed through it steady, controlled.

No swelling. Not before I finish

Straightening up, she popped in her earphones, cranked the playlist, and started her light jog. The campus paths were quiet, dawn light filtering through trees, her footsteps rhythmic on the pavement. With every stride, her thighs flexed and squeezed the hidden length, gentle friction keeping her half-aware.

The jog was a normal thing for her at this point. Running was one of the only things that made her feel truly free for some reason, and being as fast as she was only helped her appreciate it more and more.

Daylight slowly started to kiss the sky as time went by. It was almost enough to make her stop to look at it, but she was now nearing her finish as she finally reached the end of her run, seeing the point where she started.

Slowing to a walk, her chest heaving in a steady pattern, sweat on her like a second layer of skin, she pulled the bottom of her shirt away from her rapidly in an effort to get some cold air flowing inside of it.

Campus was still quiet, besides a few now walking out. She appreciated moments like this outside. It truly felt like peace.

Picking an open spot of grass off the path, she began stretching.

Nova dropped into her cool-down routine, thighs spreading wide in lunges first. The compression shorts squeezed her tucked shaft snugly between her powerful inner thighs, the gentle rub sending a low spark through her core. She breathed through it steady, controlled. No swelling. Not yet.

She bent forward, palms to the ground, hamstrings pulling tight, fat firm ass flexing under loose shorts. The position pressed her thighs closer, hugging the hidden length warmer. A small bead of precum leaked into the compression, darkening the crotch faintly, but the outer layer hid it.

Straightening up, she twisted from side to side. Sweat traced down her body slowly, beginning to feel cold as her body finally cooled off and was now feeling loose and powerful.

Running made her feel free fast, strong, untouchable. No stares at her curves, no questions about her shyness. Just speed and silence.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around startled by the sudden touch to see a woman standing before her in what looked like running gear as well

The woman was tall and athletic, with fair skin and long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she wore a sports bra and shorts similar to Nova's running clothes.

"Sorry if I startled you," the woman said with a friendly smile. "I'm Ava, a junior on the track team. I saw you running and thought you might be the new scholarship freshman Coach mentioned. Nova, right?"

Nova nodded, her heart still racing from the surprise. "Yes, that's me. What gave it away?"

Ava smiled a little. "It was curiosity for the team. We heard about your skill, and we kind of social media stalked you. That's all. I hope that doesn’t make you upset or anything."

Nova's cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head. "No no, I kind of expected people to get curious about me."

"Yeah no kidding, we saw your sprints! You’re a machine!" Ava let out a laugh, giving a soft punch to Nova’s shoulder.

Nova smiled nervously, rubbing her shoulder lightly from the playful hit. "Thanks, I try to stay focused."

Nova nodded, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. "That's smart. The team is competitive, but we're supportive too. If you need tips on Coach's style or the best routes for runs, let me know. We juniors look out for the newbies."

Nova appreciated the kindness, her heart rate slowing a bit. "I….. I think I’ll take you up on that. I didn’t really have friends growing up, so it’ll be nice to have a new friend."

"Who said anything about friends?"

Nova felt her stomach drop.

"KIDDING, oh my god, the look on your face!" Ava let out a laugh.

Nova only felt her face burn red at the teasing.

"Sorry about that, little joke to ease you into the family, but yeah for sure we can be friends. Or are you doing anything between now and practice?"

Nova shifted her weight, trying to shake off the embarrassment. "Um, not really. Just heading back to the dorm to unpack a bit more and rest before practice."

Ava's smile widened, her blue eyes lighting up. "Unpacking? Need a hand? I remember my freshman year, it was a mess. We could grab coffee or something if you're up for it. No pressure, but it's good to know someone before the team swarm."

Nova hesitated, her mind racing. Ava seemed nice, but getting too close too soon might risk her secret. Still, it was hard to say no to the friendly offer. "Sure, coffee sounds good. I could use the company."

"Great! Let me do my run, and I’ll send you a text, speaking of which,” she dug in her pocket and pulled out her own smartphone.

After asking, Nova gave her number, who couldn’t have help but get a sense of joy at the encounter. But before she could say anything else, Ava walked to her side and wrapped an arm around Nova’s shoulder and made a smile for the camera.

“Give me your best look for the team, so they know you’re here with the best runner on the team!”

Nova could only offer the most unconfident smile and was rewarded with a flash from the camera.

Ava pulled back, laughing as she checked the photo on her screen. "Perfect! You look cute, even if it's a bit deer in headlights. I'll post it to the team chat later, get everyone excited for the new star."

Nova's stomach twisted a little at the idea of a photo going out, but she forced a nod. "Thanks. See you soon?"

"You bet. Don't be a stranger!" Ava gave a quick wave and jogged off, ponytail swishing behind her.

Walking back into her dorm, she quickly got undressed and jumped into another shower, only thinking of the short encounter she had and how close she had gotten with Ava. It was harmless, but she knew what those little contacts would do long-term to her.

Stepping out of the shower, spying Fluffbottom hanging from the towel rack, she giggled to herself as she grabbed the mostly dry bear and her towel, tossing the bear on her bed and drying herself.

Nova rubbed the towel over her skin, the soft fabric absorbing the water droplets as she thought about the day ahead. The shower had helped clear her mind a bit, but the meeting with Ava lingered. A teammate who was friendly could make college easier, but it also meant more people to be careful around.

Nova picked up Fluffbottom again, giving the bear a quick squeeze. "You're the only one who knows everything," she said softly, setting it on the pillow. "Well, with the exception of the Coach and Dean, and Parents, and I’m just going to shut up."

She let out a small laugh at her own rambling, the sound echoing softly in the quiet dorm room. Fluffbottom's one-eyed gaze stared back, nonjudgmental as always. Nova placed the bear against the headboard like a sentinel, then stepped back to survey her unpacked belongings. Clothes hung in the closet, books on the desk, track gear stowed neatly. It felt more like home now.

Glancing at the clock, it was still early. She had time before practice. She decided to review her schedule, pulling out her phone to check the team app. Messages from Coach reminded her of the afternoon session, and a new one from Ava popped up: ‘Hey, still craving that coffee?’

Nova stared at the message, contemplating before looking at Fluffbottom, who, from its one eye, looked like it was staring at her.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

‘Yeah, I could go for some coffee.’

It wasn’t until she sent the message that she noticed her fingers shaking slightly.

Ava's reply came almost immediately: ‘Awesome! Meet at the cafe in 20? The one by the student center.’

Nova looked back at Fluffbottom and gave it a smile.

“Aren’t you proud of me?”

Slipping on new shorts, black baggy cargo pants, and a white hoodie with white shoes, putting on her glasses, she was ready to go.

She checked the mirror one last time, smoothing her layered natural afro and adjusting the baggy hoodie to hide her curves. The compression shorts underneath hugged her shaft snugly between her thighs, comfortable for now after the morning release. No obvious bulge, just the look of a regular athlete.

Stepping out the door, Nova walked to the cafe, heart beating a little faster. The campus was starting to wake up, students heading to classes or breakfast. She found the student center cafe easily, spotting Ava at a corner table with two drinks already waiting.

Ava waved her over with a bright smile. "You made it! I got you a latte, hope that's okay. Sit, sit."

Nova sat down, wrapping her hands around the warm cup. "Thanks. I’m not picky over my coffee when it's free."

Ava eyed her curiously after taking a sip, “So tell me about yourself”

Nova took a small sip and looked around, before focusing her sight back on her drink. "Not much to tell. Come from a loving family, only child, and I like running."

"Okay, okay, but why do you run?"

Nova stared at her thumbs, drumming the top of her drink before replying “It makes me feel free…. Like nothing else matters, whatever problem I may be dealing with, it all disappears into a blur if I run fast enough, and for a second I just feel weightless”

Ava nodded with a smile, “That’s cool, for me it's more for the competition. Always been super competitive when I was a kid, and when I started running, it just clicked for me. It may sound cruel, but nothing is better than crushing the competition. I mean, think about how intense it must have been for you to get that scholarship”

Nova smiled to herself, “yeah, it was tough when everyone tried to get it on the team, but I would be lying if I didn’t say it felt amazing to win and get it for myself”

Ava nodded in agreement before taking a sip, “mind if I ask a question?”

"Sure.”

“I kind of noticed you wear some baggy clothes, thought it was just the shirt this morning, but now you're wearing a hoodie, and it's 75 degrees”

Nova smiled nervously, fiddling with her cup. "Oh, the clothes? I just like being comfortable. Baggy stuff helps me relax, especially on a new campus. Heat doesn't bother me much."

Ava raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Fair enough. Everyone has their style. But let me tell you, you got a nice body from what I saw, at least the lower half.”

Nova faced flushed immediately. "Lower half?"

"Yeah, you got some killer legs and a butt some would kill for," she let out a laugh. "I mean, I would be showing off for sure. I mean, I do now, but you get what I mean."

Nova's blush deepened, her fingers tightening around the cup as she shifted in her seat. "Oh, um, thanks. I guess I'm just not used to that kind of attention."

Ava tilted her head, her blue eyes curious but kind. "Really? With a build like that, I'd think guys or girls would be lining up. But hey, to each their own. If baggy's your thing, rock it. As long as it doesn't get in the way on the track."

Nova nodded, taking a quick sip to hide her embarrassment. "It won't. I'm here to run, not show off."

Ava smiled, leaning back. "Good attitude. That's what Coach likes. Anyway, enough about clothes. Tell me about your high school team. Any big rivals or memorable meets?"

The conversation shifted to safer ground, Nova sharing a few stories about her sprints, while Ava listened and added her own. It felt easier now, but Nova couldn't shake the warmth from Ava's compliments. As they wrapped up, Ava stood. "This was fun. See you at practice?"

Nova smiled, fiddling with her cup. "Yeah, see you there."

They both stood up and threw away their trash.

"By the way, I sent you an invite to the team group chat. Say hello when you have the time," Ava said, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"I’ll be sure to join and say hi," Nova replied.

“Thanks, after I put the picture in, they got super excited. They think you're cute.”

A smile formed on Nova’s face, even though she tried to hide it. “I… I’m glad they think so.”

Ava laughed lightly. "Ignore the teasing they might say. The team is a good group, you'll fit in fine. Text me if you need anything before practice."

Nova nodded. "Will do. Thanks for the coffee."

"No problem. Later!" Ava waved and headed out, leaving Nova alone at the table.

Nova sat for a moment, her mind buzzing from the conversation. The compliments lingered, making her feel seen in a way that was both exciting and nerve-wracking. She pulled out her phone and accepted the group chat invite, scrolling through the messages. The photo Ava took was there, with comments like "Newbie looks ready to fly!" and "Welcome to the squad!" Then there was the “Oh she’s cute”

Nova felt her cheeks warm as she read the comments again. The "Oh she's cute" stuck out, making her stomach flip in a way she wasn't used to. 'They're just compliments, nothing else,' she thought, trying to brush it off.

She typed a quick "Thanks everyone, excited to meet you all at practice!" and hit send. After putting her phone away, she headed back to her dorm.

Back in her room, she decided to mindlessly go through her phone before seeing a news story that caught her attention.

‘Another Femnine Born, marking the new amount of this new gender recorded at 11!’

Nova let her eyes reread it, not believing another one was born. She was the 9th born, apparently. The baby and the parents were kept secret, like her and her parents.

She turned over and stared at the ceiling. It wasn't like it made her more normal, but it was a step in the direction, and it made her wonder how many more would be born.

The news story lingered in her mind as she scrolled further, seeing comments from people speculating about the "Femnine" phenomenon. Some called it a medical marvel, others a curse. Nova closed the app, her heart a bit lighter, but still heavy with her own secrets. 'At least I'm not completely alone,' she thought

Then she thought of the oldest one with her condition. She was 10 years older and decided to make quite the career of it. And was that career path, you may ask?

Porn. Lots of it.

Nova felt a mix of curiosity and unease as she thought about the oldest known Femnine, a woman ten years her senior who had turned her condition into a public career. From what Nova had read online in rare articles, the woman had fully embraced it, building a life in adult entertainment. She produced content that showcased her body without apology, partnering with studios that cater to niche audiences. It had made her famous in certain circles, with videos, photos, and even interviews where she discussed the challenges and benefits of being Femnine.

Nova suddenly looked down and was reminded of why she stopped watching the porn videos when she did.

Now fully awake, her cock was once again fighting the confines of her shorts and pants from the images flying through her head.

She let out a groan before looking over to her right and seeing the bear still in the same position.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this on my own.”

Nova sat up, her body still tingling from the memories. She glanced at Fluffbottom, the bear's one-eyed gaze steady as always. It was tempting to repeat the morning ritual, but she pushed the thought aside. Instead, she headed to the bathroom.