Cuckold University Trilogy (Feminization Chastity Erotica)

By Lisa Winters

Caution: This 15,000-word collection contains graphic sexual language. Read at your own risk.

Mike and Chelsea may seem like a typical college couple, but nothing could be further from the truth. Mike's discovery of Chelsea's cheating leads him down the rabbit hole as his girlfriend cuckolds him, feminizes him, locks him in chastity, and much, much more.

Excerpt: Your punishment is something worse entirely.” She could hardly suppress a giggle as she reached into the bag. Even as she pulled out the dress, I still didn’t understand what it meant.
“We are going to make you put away Mike for a while, and turn you into Michele!”

This collection contains:
Cuckold University
Cuckold University II
Cuckold University III

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winters-Marazza Publishing
• Release date: Apr 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311227256

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Cuckold University Trilogy

Lisa Winters

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Table of Contents

Cuckold University I

Cuckold University II

Cuckold University III

Cuckold University

I met Chelsea last year, when we were both freshman at State University. She was a curvy little blonde hipster girl, complete with an eccentric style and oversized glasses. I was drawn to her bubbly personality, it stood in stark contrast to my quiet, bookish demeanor. We hooked up for the first time at a frat party and have been inseparable ever since.

She is unique. Maybe a little wild, but genuinely sweet. She loves to text me during class. Sometimes nice things like I miss you <3 or u are the only one for me; ) She is a sociology major, which I joke with her, is the easiest -ology offered at the school. I’m an electrical engineering major, so our respective efforts here at school sometimes seem like night and day.

Last year, towards the end of finals, we had a rough patch. I was studying hard for finals. I basically disappeared into the library for hours. She stopped sending me texts, we almost stopped hanging out altogether. We had a big fight and she stormed off. I didn’t hear from her again until nearly a month later, when she messaged me on social media while I was home on summer break. We got back together as school started this fall. Still, for some reason, something seemed different. I can’t put my finger on it exactly. Maybe it’s how she’s talking to me. Like, more condescending. I don’t know.

Now that we’re sophomores, we’ve finally have moved into nicer dorms. Our buildings are right next to each other and I can even circumvent the visiting-hours rules by occasionally sneaking into her window on the ground floor of the apartment. She has been pretty insistent that I never come by uninvited. I guess it makes sense, since her roommate doesn’t like guests—especially not guests that crawl in through a window. I like to think I’m a pretty understanding guy about this sort of thing.

Chelsea was still my sweet, beautiful girlfriend. We always went to parties together. Her sorority sisters started referring to us as Mike-sea; an amalgamation of Mike and Chelsea—like we were a celebrity couple. Chelsea absolutely ate that up. Sometimes I think impressing her sorority sisters is more important than being with me.

Last week, some weird stuff happened to us—me. Last Saturday, we were at a party at her sorority house. It was pretty low-key. A few of her girlfriends, one or two guys, and me. The girls got pretty drunk, and were soon talking loudly about their previous boyfriends and hookups. I was pretty drunk myself, just laying out on the couch in the other end of the room. I caught some of their conversation.

..oh my god, he was the biggest I had ever had. It almost hurt!

Almost! You loved it… Giggling.

Chelsea, how’s… Whispering, …he’s right other there!

I recognized Chelsea’s voice, He’s fine…small… not like Derek. He was huge… felt great...

Wait, I thought to myself in the drunken haze, Who was Derek? Was I small? Not big enough for her?

The girls kept talking, and I was paying more attention now, I bet you wish you could find a cock like that again! What if you could put Derek’s dick on Mike? The girls giggled

Chelsea chimed in, "Even if he had the biggest dick in the world, he has no