Chapter 3: Meeting the Roommates: Three Kings
Alex stood frozen in the middle of the dorm room, shorts pulled up but heart slamming against his ribs. The black lace thong was still snug between his cheeks, the thin string rubbing every time he shifted weight. His newly widened hips felt foreign—subtle, but enough that the waistband of his shorts sat lower, hugging the slight flare like it belonged there.
The door swung fully open.
Jamal entered first, gym bag over one shoulder, black tank soaked dark with sweat. His biceps flexed as he tossed the bag onto his bed. Behind him, Darius sauntered in, towel around his neck, basketball shorts riding low enough to show the deep V of his hips. Malik brought up the rear, silent as always, carrying two protein shakes and closing the door with his foot.
All three of them glistened. Sweat. Muscle. Raw masculinity.
Alex tried to act normal. He sat on the edge of his bed, legs crossed tight to hide the faint outline of the thong under his shorts.
"Gym was packed," Jamal said, peeling off his tank in one smooth motion. His chest was massive—broad pecs, dark nipples, abs carved so deep they cast shadows. "Some dude tried to out-bench me. Poor guy."
Darius laughed, dropping onto his own bed. "You should've let him win once. Give the kid hope."
Malik set the shakes down and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes flicked to Alex—brief, assessing. "You good, freshman? You're quiet."
Alex swallowed. "Just… tired. Long day."
(Long day of walking around campus with my ass plugged by lace. Yeah. Super long.)
Jamal stretched, arms overhead. The movement made his shorts slip lower. The waistband caught on the thick root of his meat rod, revealing just enough dark skin and vein to make Alex's mouth water.
"You didn't come with us," Jamal said. "Next time, no excuses. We'll get some meat on those bones."
Darius smirked. "Or at least some ass. You got hips like a chick already, bro."
Alex's face flamed. He laughed it off—too high-pitched, too nervous. "Yeah, uh… puberty was weird."
The system chimed softly in his head.
[Quest Reminder: "Dorm Night Tease" – Time Remaining: 9 hours. Current Status: 0% Complete. Reminder: One roommate must see you in women's underwear. Maintain eye contact ≥10 seconds. No immediate cover-up.]
Alex's stomach knotted. He had to do this tonight. Before midnight.
The guys started their post-gym routine. Jamal headed to the bathroom first, leaving the door cracked. Water hissed on. Darius stripped to his boxers—gray compression ones that molded to every inch. His meat rod lay heavy against his thigh, the head outlined clearly. Malik changed more discreetly, back turned, but even from behind Alex could see the power in his shoulders, the taper to a narrow waist, then the flare of glutes that strained his shorts.
Alex couldn't sit still. Every shift made the thong tug. His nipples—now hypersensitive from the last reward—scraped against the inside of his hoodie. He bit his lip to keep from moaning.
Darius noticed. "You sure you're good? You're squirming like you got ants in your pants."
"I'm fine," Alex squeaked.
Malik finally spoke, voice low and even. "Take the hoodie off. You're sweating."
It wasn't a suggestion.
Alex hesitated. Under the hoodie was just a thin white tank—nothing to hide the slight puff of his chest, the way his nipples poked like little bullets.
But refusing would look weirder.
He pulled the hoodie over his head slowly. The tank clung to his skin, damp. His nipples were obvious—hard, pink, standing out against the fabric.
Darius whistled low. "Damn. You cold or just happy to see us?"
Jamal stepped out of the bathroom then, towel around his waist again. Water still dripped down his torso. He looked at Alex—really looked—and his eyebrows rose.
"Little man's got some sensitive spots," Jamal said, amused.
Alex crossed his arms over his chest. "It's just… the AC."
(Liar. It's because the system turned my tits into live wires. One brush and I'm leaking pre-cum.)
The conversation drifted to weekend plans—party invites, who was hooking up with who. Alex tried to participate, but his mind kept circling back to the quest. He needed one of them to see the thong. Tonight.
Opportunity came when Darius stood up to grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge. He bent over, ass flexing in those tight boxers.
Alex saw his chance.
He stood—casual, like he was stretching—and let his shorts slip just a little. Not all the way. Just enough that when Darius turned back around, the waistband had ridden low, exposing the black lace top band and the thin strings curving over his hips.
Darius froze mid-step.
Alex locked eyes with him.
One second. Two. Three…
Darius's gaze dropped to the exposed thong, then snapped back up. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.
"Yo. What the fuck is that?"
Alex didn't move. Didn't yank the shorts up. He held the eye contact—four seconds, five, six…
Jamal turned. "What?"
Darius pointed. "Our boy's wearing ladies' underwear."
Jamal stepped closer. Malik unfolded from the wall.
Alex's heart was a drum in his throat. The room felt ten degrees hotter. All three of them were staring now—Jamal curious, Darius amused, Malik… something darker, hungrier.
Alex finally spoke, voice small. "It's… a dare. From my girlfriend."
(Lie. But close enough.)
Darius laughed—loud, barking. "A dare? She got you wearing thongs now?"
Jamal tilted his head. "Turn around."
Alex obeyed before he could think. He turned slowly. The shorts were still low in front; in back, they'd slipped even further. Half his ass was exposed—smooth, rounded cheeks framed by black lace strings disappearing between them.
Jamal let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's a nice little ass."
Malik stepped forward—first real movement all night. He reached out, hooked one finger under the waistband at Alex's hip, and tugged lightly. Not enough to pull them down. Just enough to make the string snap against Alex's hole.
Alex gasped. His meat rod jerked in the tiny pouch, leaking.
"Sensitive," Malik murmured.
The system exploded with notifications.
[Quest Complete: "Dorm Night Tease"]
[Reward Granted: 150 SP, Minor Feminization Trigger (Lip Plumping – Active), Heightened Submission Arousal (+20% from exposure).]
Alex felt it instantly—his lips tingled, swelled slightly, becoming fuller, softer. He licked them instinctively; they felt plush, meat rod-sucking lips.
And the arousal hit like a wave. Being seen. Being touched. Being judged. His whole body hummed with it—meat rod throbbing uselessly, ass clenching around nothing, nipples aching.
Darius was still grinning. "So what now, princess? You gonna model for us?"
Alex shook his head fast—too fast. "N-no. It was just… the dare."
Jamal chuckled. "Sure. But you didn't cover up right away. You stood there and let us look."
Malik's finger was still hooked in the band. He tugged again—gentler this time. "You liked it."
It wasn't a question.
Alex whimpered. "Maybe."
Darius clapped his hands once. "Oh, this year's gonna be fun."
Jamal finally stepped back. "Alright, let him breathe. Don't wanna break the new toy on day three."
Malik released the band with a soft snap. Alex yanked his shorts up, face burning, body on fire.
They went back to normal—sort of. Talking. Laughing. But the air had changed. Every glance they sent his way felt loaded. Every time one of them walked past, their body heat brushed him.
Later, when the lights dimmed and they were winding down for bed, Alex lay under his blanket, still in the thong. His lips felt puffy when he touched them. His ass tingled from that one tug.
The system whispered.
[New Quest Unlocked: "Accidental Exposure – Round Two" Objective: Tomorrow night, during dorm hangout, "accidentally" drop your towel or shorts in front of at least two roommates while changing. Remain exposed for minimum 15 seconds. Reward: 200 SP, Feminization Trigger (Nail Growth – Feminine Length), Submission Aura (Minor passive effect: roommates 10% more dominant toward you). Failure Penalty: Vibrating Plug (Worn 24 hours).]
Alex closed his eyes.
(I'm not even fighting it anymore.)
From across the room, Darius's voice drifted in the dark.
"Night, princess."
Jamal chuckled.
Malik said nothing.
But Alex could feel their eyes on him—even in the dark.