Dosing: Milktec Industries Presents

Mason smelled the crisp night air, the crushed grass, and the upturned sod. He looked at the defense, seeing profound fatigue in their eyes and shoulders. His own offensive line hunched down, ready to spring forward again, as coiled and powerful on the hundredth snap as they were on the first. Most of the newspaper columnists attributed Haverty High’s success to this endurance more than anything else. Coach Myer encouraged the idea, as it kept their opponents guessing. Kemp High came prepared for a long slog of a game, but they never expected the sheer strength and speed of Mason’s team.

Coach wanted Mason to run up the score, despite securing a well padded victory by the end of the first quarter. Kemp High was the last obstacle before the state championship, and not much of an obstacle at all, even though the sports columnists touted them as the only true competition left. Whoever Haverty faced in the championship, Mason knew they would run them over at will. Looking into the pained and wearied eyes of one of Kemp’s defensive linemen, he got little satisfaction from the idea.

First and ten on Kemp’s thirty yard line after the Haverty defense pushed Kemp back twenty yards with less than two minutes on the clock. Coach wanted another drive, to rub their noses in it and give the local old men something to gossip about until the final. Mason looked up and down at his formation. He gave his head a shake, took the snap, and knelt down. He kept his eyes on the defenders and saw the tension drain out of them. Mason ignored the protests from his side of the field. A few of the guys beside him grumbled, but most patted him on the back as they reconvened away from the line of scrimmage. It would take another knee, but the game was over.

After the second dead play, the crowds on both sides began to cheer. The Kemp High coach trotted out onto the field to shake hands with Coach Myer. Mason made his way over to the opposing team, finding every last one to shake their hand. He rarely got the chance to stand up beside the away players. His line kept most of them away, and he only saw them hunched and ready for action. As he shook their hands, he realized how small they all were.

The bands played as people filed out of the stands. Parents and friends crowded the field, making little clusters around various players. For the seniors, like Mason, it was the last time they’d play on Haverty High’s field. Mason didn’t care much. He pulled off his pads and dropped them on the ground in a neat pile. Beth waved at him, but didn’t come over. She had the cheer squad’s supplies to worry about. And they’d seen one another soon enough anyway. Mason didn’t know what to do about her, either. He didn’t like lingering on the idea of a future, but nevertheless the past was slipping out from under him.

“What’s the matter?” Coach Myer asked as he approached.

Mason shrugged. “They looked tired. Didn’t see any point in adding insult to injury.”

“Not that,” Myer said. “You just won the semifinal. Smile or something, boy, shit.” Myer stood beside Mason looking out over the celebration. The coach was nearing sixty and looked more akin to a fantasy dwarf than a man, especially beside Mason’s lean and muscular form. Half of Myer’s face was deformed and sunken, the result of a shell going off one foxhole over in the Second War. Too old and too injured to continue his service on into the Long War, he’d taken the natural step of commanding troops in another fashion, high school football. He spat tobacco juice into the ground, “You’re right, I guess. No point running them down. They’re good kids, too. Shame.”

Mason felt a twitch of anger at the word. Shame. Shame they couldn’t be better at this game because now they’ll be shipped off to fight Soviets. If they’re lucky, they’ll come back like Myer. Not Mason though, or any of his cohort of graduating seniors. They would go to college, at least avoiding the front lines if not the war. He didn’t know many who could avoid it altogether. Except the Milktec volunteers, but they were few and far between, to the point of being little more than a salacious rumor spoken about after a few beers.

Myer looked over at Mason and clapped the younger man on the shoulder. “Let’s round them up. The booster club is in the locker house putting out sandwiches or some foolishness. I try to tell them you’re all tired and sore, but the old folk want to tell the same old stories about when they played one game thirty years ago.”

“We’re not, though,” Mason said without considering it much. “We’re not tired.”

“Yeah, boy,” Myer answered. “I know. Round ‘em up. Try to get a few of them to shower off and look presentable if you can. Seniors stay, everyone else is cut loose until two-thirty on Sunday.”

The coach shuffled away, limping on his bad leg. Mason wondered if he would stay around at all. The quarterback put his fingers between his lips and blew, sending out a shrill whistle across the field. The heads of all the players snapped toward him. They said quick goodbyes and jogged off toward Mason. When they’d all knotted up together, Mason gave a short speech, congratulating them on the win. He then gave out orders for what would happen next, including the things Myer had already forgotten about like getting jersey’s washed and collecting other gear. With the business done, he deferred to one of the other seniors, Brock, to lead a final chant. The huddle broke, and they all jogged off the field to a small burst of applause.

A half hour of small chaos followed as the younger players turned in their equipment, gathered their things, and dispersed. The seniors, having learned from their own time, oversaw the administrative work as best they could. Mason governed while trying to deal with the three women from the booster club who wanted help setting up tables. As it turned out, Myer had actually gone off to oversee a fundraising event with the majority of the parents and other booster club members up at the school gymnasium. Mason looked forward to a quiet meal with the other seniors and maybe a few of their girlfriends much more than having his ear bent about old high school glories.

The three women who remained to set up the food were on the younger side of motherhood. Their kids were still in elementary, and Mason knew the parents only by spotting them in the stands at games. Peggy Marlow, a sandy blonde woman in a summer dress despite the chill in the air outside, kept bringing in baskets of food. Mary Curtis stood with her hands on her hips sometimes pointing with her red fingernails at where to put something. The last, Cynthia Johnson, lost her husband to the Long War and gained a scandalous reputation shortly thereafter. She spent her time lingering near any of the young men, breathing heavily and making sure they saw how low her dress was cut.

Beth was there, too, as well as the other senior cheerleader, Tricia. They hung decorations, small streamers and a few balloons, but Mason didn’t know who or what they were for. Beth often liked to decorate things. He and the other guys didn’t care. The food enticed them, and perhaps the company, but little else. As the commotion died down and the booster club mothers seemed to get a handle on their preparations, Mason slipped back into the locker room. While on the field, fatigue drifted out of him with ease as adrenaline filled his veins. Now that the calm had come, Mason felt drained. He shuffled to his small cubby and began to undress.

Nearby, Taylor, one of the other lineman, leaned his whole head into the locker, seemingly resting against the cool metal at the back. Brock sat on one of the benches with his hands stretched out in front of him, peering at them curiously. At the rear of the room, Tim and Sam showered, but they weren’t moving. They stood under streams of hot water as steam billowed over the low privacy wall and into the rest of the room. Mason leaned to the side and knocked against the open door of Taylor’s locker. The other guy jerked back as if wakened. “You alright?” Mason asked.

Taylor nodded, but didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he moved his jaw around while running his tongue over his teeth. Mason thought it strange, but looking at his friend, he noticed something else odd. Taylor looked bigger. The lineman already sported the body of a lifelong weightlifter, but now he seemed taller and broader. Mason resisted an urge to reach over and put his hand across Taylor’s biceps to measure, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to make his fingers touch around the muscle. Brock, too, looked unusually large, sitting on the bench and looking roughly the size of a keg. Brock continued looking at his hands, and Mason saw something about them seemed very off.

A scent distracted him. Something sweet and sugary filled the air moments before Beth and Tricia rounded the corner. Mason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to pull his pants up. “Beth, what the hell?! You can’t come back here.”

“Ugh,” the girl said, still wearing her uniform. Her cherry red hair remained pulled back in a pony tail, giving her face a tightness Mason didn’t particularly enjoy. She let it down for him though, on more than one occasion. Occasions that filled his head at the sight of her. “I was trying to stop Tricia. She won’t listen.”

“I needed…” Tricia mumbled. Her eyes looked glazed over, and a sheen of sweat or moisture from the steamy shower beaded on her skin.

Mason looked between Tricia and the other guys in the room, but only Taylor noticed the girls’ arrival. He continued working his jaw while breathing with effort and leering at Tricia. “What’s she talking about? She need help moving something?”

Beth stamped her foot with frustration, “I don’t know. Maybe. She was in that supply closet near Coach’s office. All of the sudden, she dropped something, went still, and then ran in here.”

“What’d she drop?” Mason asked before noticing a bit of glass in Tricia’s hand. He grabbed her wrist with more power than he intended. She frowned at him, but gave over the object in her hand. It was a sealed vial with a fracture running along one side of it. A larger break and Tricia would have cut herself by simply holding it. Mason brought it to his nose and sniffed. The sweet, sugary smell hit him hard, and the world fuzzed for a moment. He felt Beth’s hands grab him as he swayed on the spot. When he tried to speak again, it was more difficult. His tongue felt thicker, and he strained not to slur. “Where did she get it?”

Beth took him by the hand and led him out into the main room of the building. While it had originally been built to supply locker rooms for all the track and field sports, the dearth of participants due to the Long War left the room mostly empty. One side was occupied by weights and benches, and the other currently held the tables and provisions set out by the booster club women. Mason looked at Mary, Peggy, and Cynthia with concern. They all seemed frozen. Cynthia had pulled her dress nearly down off her shoulders while Mary had her skirt bunched up above the knees. She scratched idly at her neck, leaving a bit of a rash. Mason, compelled by some passing thought, took her hand away and put it by her side. She smiled blankly at him, but didn’t move otherwise.

The smell grew stronger as they approached the closet. Tricia left the door half open, and Mason saw the padlock hanging open on the latch. Coach Myer never forgot it and rarely opened the closet at all while Mason was around. Must’ve not had time or something when the party up at the gym pulled him away. Mason opened the door wide, ignored the rush of sweet smells, and peered into the dark room. On the left were things one expected to find in a supply closet, spare towels, tape, old training equipment, and the like. On the other side were silver metal cases. Nine of them sat on a shelf, carefully placed. Three had fallen to the floor, and one had broken open. The floor beneath it was wet and moving nearer to it made Mason’s head fuzzy again. He opened the case’s lid and saw on the interior of the box, “PROPERTY OF MILKTEC: SERUM #182”.

A twinge of panic shot through the cloud in Mason’s head. He pushed the box away. It crunched over broken glass, and Mason saw the wet ground beneath it. How many vials broke? Milktec Serum was talked about often on the news. People stole it, abused it, created monstrosities with it. It was the stuff of arcane legend, a substance which existed in the cities or in hidden alcoves of society, strange little towns with dark secrets — it wasn’t something that should have been in Coach Myer’s private supply closet.

Mason backed out of the closet, pushing Beth back as he did. As his hand slid against her arm, he realized something wet was on his fingertips. He quickly dried them on his pants before slamming the closet door and putting the padlock in its place. He rested his shoulder against the door for a few seconds. The sweet smell lingered in his head, swirling around and compelling him to stop thinking. His heart thumped faster and faster, and when thoughts did conjure within his mind, they were of Beth, naked and waiting. He shook his head before thudding it against the door, causing Beth to gasp. The dull thump cleared the thoughts for a moment, “Did Tricia touch this stuff?”

Beth opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead of panic, she simply shrugged. Beyond her, the three older women continued to move slowly, as if entranced.

Mason grunted in frustration. Dumb cows, the thought jumped into his mind. He shook his head again. “I think we need to get out of here. Away from that stuff. Let’s get Tricia and the guys.” He ended the statement by putting his hand on Beth’s cheek. It was an awkward gesture made for no reason other than wanting to touch her in some fashion. She smiled and curled her cheek into his hand. Good girl, came another thought. He snapped his hand away and used it to hit himself in the face. Beth squeaked, but followed him as he stormed toward the locker room.

As they rounded the corner, a new scent filled both of their heads. Sex. Earthy and pungent, it whirled around in Mason’s head, encouraging the intrusive thoughts. He would have made an effort to rebel if he’d only needed to combat the scent, but before him was a new sensory assault. In the time they’d gone to check on the closet, Tricia had dropped to her knees in front of Taylor. The young man’s dick rested on Tricia’s face as the girl’s mouth licked and sucked at Taylor’s balls. A face vague with bliss looked down at her as her hand rubbed the cock against her cheek, letting the head slide up against her nose. Precum and saliva smeared across Tricia’s face as her lust filled eyes watched to ensure Taylor was enjoying the sensations as much as she enjoyed giving them.

Tricia herself looked different. She’d pulled down her uniform, tearing the neckline to allow her breasts more freedom. She’d apparently lifted out her left boob while the other remained confined within the ruined uniform. Her free hand groped her breast, massaging the nipple as she gave Taylor the sloppiest blowjob possible. Though Mason had never seen Tricia topless or even in a bra, she wasn’t known for being a particularly busty girl. As he watched, though, he realized her breasts looked three times bigger than they should. Further to his wonderment, she’d pulled up her skirt, showing a pair of dark blue bloomers which has split at the outer seams, showing the sides of her ass.

Beyond them, the two guys in the shower watched, as transfixed or entranced as the women in the outer part of the building. Brock remained seated, somehow not looking at the spectacle happening mere feet away from him. He continued looking at his hands, and Mason finally realized why. Two of Brocks fingers had been taped together for the game. Initially, Mason thought that was still the case, but no, the tape was gone. Brock’s fingers had grown together. The index and middle fingers formed a single digit while the ring and pinky formed another. Brock’s thumbs had grown to proportion. He curled them together and stretched them out, fascinated by the transformation. He finally looked away from his hands as Taylor moaned.

Tricia nuzzled her face against the swollen balls of her chosen conquest. Taylor’s body tensed. Mason felt he should look away, but the spectacle was too compelling. He’d never seen other people having sex or himself having sex for that matter. He’d never even considered the idea of having Beth suck on his cock or balls. He knew about blowjobs, of course, but it wasn’t something a guy expected of his girlfriend — or at least so he thought. The fact that Tricia was blowing someone in front of five other people seemed wrong, too. Or at least out of character for the normally demur Tricia. She made a gurgling sound as she slid her face up the length of Taylor’s cock, running her tongue along the underside of it, until the head of his dick pressed against her flattened tongue.

Taylor’s balls lurched upward. Mason saw his friend’s cock throb before the first shot of cum erupted from the tip. You shouldn’t watch this. You shouldn’t want to watch this. You should run, something is wrong. You came in here to tell them something was wrong. The rope of cum splashed across Tricia’s face. Beth moved, as though to dive forward, but Mason’s hand caught her by the arm, holding her firmly in place. The glazed looks on the other three guys faded, lust kindling behind their eyes. Another jet of cum came forth, but Tricia moved to catch it. It slid down her tongue as she closed her lips around Taylor’s cockhead. Taylor’s hand slammed into the locker as his balls emptied down Tricia’s throat. They all watched, fascinated.

Tricia pulled away with a coughing pop. Cum slid down her cheek as she began to claw at her clothes. Taylor seemed to understand. He reached down, took hold of the already torn collar, and pulled, shredding the top off her entirely. Tricia’s other breast swung free, and the room watched them throb with growth. Beth whimpered while she watched her friend’s breasts swell. They ballooned out as though rapidly filled with air. Tricia moaned as she arched her back, angling her massive tits up at Taylor from her kneeling position. His cock dripped cum on her chest as he stood over her, still erect somehow. He bent and flicked one of her nipples, causing an arc of milk to spray out. Tricia’s moan became a hysterical laugh of pleasure as she squeezed her breasts, coating Taylor’s naked quads with fresh milk.

Mason’s pants ripped down the side. The noise drew his attention to changes to his own body. His bulk had increased as the muscles in his legs expanded. He checked his own hands, sighing with relief to see five fingers instead of three. The reality of his own body changing did get him moving, even if his cock ached in the confines of his underwear. Glancing around the room, he sensed the change in dynamic from one of paralysis or fascination to one of want. Tim and Sam emerged from the shower, leaving the hot water running. Both sported massive erections and oversized balls. They lumbered forward, seeming to marvel at their own bodies. Both were taller, but the strangest change was the darkening of their skin from a normal tan to a leather-like brown.

Brock stood up and let his towel fall away. Beth gasped. Brock wasn’t erect, yet, but even limp his cock hung halfway down to his knees. Brock’s skin marbled with darker hues of black, and hair coiled out from the top of his head, creating thick, shaggy ringlets that ran down his neck and across his shoulders. He turned to look at Beth, and they saw a face that looked broader and flatter than it should have. Finally shocked out of their stupor, Mason grabbed Beth and pulled her out of the locker room.

They didn’t make it far before being stunned into paralysis once again. Cynthia had stripped entirely. She stood naked in the middle of the room with her fingers pushing eagerly into a wet pussy. The other two ladies watched. Mary had stripped to the waist, massaging her breasts while she stroked herself through her dress. Peggy remained transfixed, watching Cynthia’s lurid display, but dark circles had appeared on the dress around the young mother’s nipples.

The head of Mason’s cock shifted in his pants, feeling the sticky precum pooling against the fabric of his underwear. Beth’s skin felt soft and supple under his touch. He watched Cynthia, wondering what her body felt like and whether she would let him lick at her slit or suck at her breasts. We’re…infected or something, he thought. The chemical is making us horny.

A loud crash came from behind them along with shouts. Taylor strode out with Tricia slung over his shoulder, naked pussy on full display as her tits sent small streams of milk down his back. He cast a wary look at Mason as he took her over to a bench on the far side of the room. She flopped down with a giggle as Taylor lined his cock up with her pussy.

Sam came out of the locker room next, his blunted nose bleeding slightly. He’d clearly tried to claim Taylor’s prize and taken a blow for his efforts. Though scowling as he followed the rutting pair, his face changed to a broad grin as he saw the other women in the outer room. Mason moved Beth to the far side of the room, thinking he would take her out through the door, but he hesitated. Sam made his way over to Cynthia, towering over her for a moment before she pressed her body against him and slid her hand out of her pussy to stroke his cock.

Tim emerged next, not bothering to wait for an invitation. He approached Mary, turning her around and pushing her over the table. With little effort, he ripped off her panties. Milk began to ooze out of her breasts, darkening the tablecloth as Tim’s newly fattened cock pushed against her smooth pussy lips. Mary’s face was one of pure ecstasy as she pulled at her ass in a vain effort to reach the young buck fucking her raw.

Finally, Brock appeared. Mason and Beth gasped in unison. Peggy moaned, knees buckling as she flopped forward to worship the thing Brock had become. Purely black eyes looked down at the woman clambering toward his godlike body. Brock looked more like a minotaur than a man. A shaggy pelt adorned his head and shoulders, tapering off down his back. Powerful, muscular thighs rippled with the slightest movement. Peggy’s hands looked small as she placed them on either of the monstrous man’s legs. She drew her head up between his legs, dragging the leathery sack of his balls across her face. The massive cock reached as far back as the base of her neck, leaving a trail of precum along her dress. Brock let out a loud sniff as he pushed her back onto the floor. Her dress joined the others being torn and discarded as the bull sized cock pushed inside of her.

Mason tried to look away, but couldn’t. As he watched, Beth’s hand moved down his naked chest and into his pants. She wrapped her hot fingers around the base of his dick. It surged against her hand as his mind tried to process the scenes unfolding around him. None of the guys lasted long. Cum soon drenched the women’s pussies. Brock only managed to get a few inches inside Peggy before he pulled out, slid his cock against her naked stomach and covered the underside of her breasts with cum, sprayed out like an overpressure firehose. Taylor put his second load deep inside of Tricia as her breasts kept growing. They sat on top of her chest like wobbling mounds of gelatin the size of beach balls.

Beth drew out Mason’s cock as she watched. Her own breasts ached, and her bloomers were soaked through from arousal. She wanted to be like the other girls, naked and covered in cum and milk. With big eyes, she looked up at Mason and squeaked. His eyes had blackened like Brocks, and strange nubs of white protruded from the top of his head, like bits of his skull nudging out through his skin. Curious, Beth brought her hand up and touched one. Mason jerked away and felt for himself what she had been reaching for. Horns.

“We need to get help,” he said, though his voice came out rough and clumsy. “We’re contaminated and changing. Beth, you’ll become like them if we don’t go.”

“With big boobies?” she said, her tongue making her words come out slurred. She pushed her arms together, showing that her breasts had already begun to grow. Whatever was happening to them, it seemed too far progressed to be able to stop. “Can you cum in me?” She asked, her tone as though she were asking for help picking up a heavy object. “I want your cum in my pussy,” she said. The words didn’t seem to fit with her thoughts, but she pressed her body eagerly against him, rubbing his cock against her cheerleader uniform. It throbbed in her hand, and both of them felt it grow.

Mason looked down at the dick he’d spent plenty of his years rubbing to completion. The few times he and Beth fooled around, it had been in the dark. He’d never seen her small hand wrapped around his manhood, but he’d seen it in his own hand plenty. Nudging her aside gently, he took hold of his own cock, trying to understand how it had changed. It still looked proportional until he realized his hands had grown. Nearby, Cynthia moaned, her whole body shuddering as the bull fucking her came inside her for the first or second time. Sam didn’t seem at all deterred. He lowered his conquest’s bucking form to her knees, paused while she overcame her orgasm, then slid back inside her to resume fucking. Cynthia’s breasts squashed out on either side of her body while her ass, which seemed to have grown into a round rump, squashed against Sam’s chiseled body.

Fuck. Cum. Pussy. Cock. Titties. Milk… Mason’s eyes drifted over to Beth’s still clothed body. The uniform had tightened, even the skirt jutting out in the back where her ass had plumped. In the dimming places of his mind, Mason knew about what Milktec Serum did, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to happen to him at all. He didn’t want to become a mindless bull capable of little other than fucking. He didn’t want Beth to become a hucow, desperate for milking every second of every day, and shaking her pussy at any bull who wandered near her. But, what that part of his mind wanted was barely remembered as the new thought processes took over. Fuck. Cum. Pussy. He grabbed Beth by the waist, hauling her onto his shoulder as he pushed into Coach Myer’s office. Her only objection was that she temporarily lost hold of his cock.

With a wide sweep of his free arm, he cleared the desk of everything. Mason dropped Beth on her ass on top of the desk before turning his attention to their clothes. With is pants already in tatters, they came away easily enough. Beth’s garments offered little resistance either. The main show came from how her breasts nearly exploded forth when the top of her uniform came way. Massive flesh wobbled on her petite frame. As his engorged dick pressed between her thighs, he paused to take a big handful of her creamy tits in his hand, massaging the changing tissue as his thumbs flicked over the dark, hard nipples.

The head of his dick slid against her pussy lips. Vaguely, he recalled how it had felt when they’d had sex before. She’d been nervous and inexperienced, by her own admission, but Mason had nothing else to compare it to, so considered the experience divine. He’d not known what a pussy was meant to feel like. In light of that, he almost felt cheated as the throbbing flesh of his manhood slid inside of Beth with no resistance. Her arousal drenched him, and he wondered how she wasn’t dripping her lubrication on the floor. He grunted and smiled at her. In response, she put her hands on the growing horns emerging from the side of his head.

He pushed deep inside of her, eliciting a gasp of pleasured shock. Mason held her thighs, enjoying the new, meaty feel of them. While it made sense to him how much muscle the guys had put on, he was surprised to find a similar change in Beth’s body. After ruminating on it for a few strokes, he realized she needed to be built to withstand him and the others. Yes, others. You’ll share the holes of all these hucows. I’ll breed Beth, but we’re a team. It’ll be fun watching Brock fuck her till she squeals.

“Cum soon?” Beth asked, carefully forming the words between waves of her pleasure. She wanted to change, and she deduced that sharing fluids between them would hurry it along. Her breasts ached, as if still needing to be released from her clothes. The cells of her body seemed to want to change and grow. Part of the growing tension in her chest, she knew, was milk being rapidly produced. If Mason came inside of her, she would fill up with the stuff.

Mason hunched forward over her, sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her with each deliberate motion. His balls felt heavy and tight, a sensation he’d never once felt before. It wasn’t desire which drove him to keep fucking her, but need to empty himself. It was a directive from some primal knot of thought in his brain. He pushed as deep as he could and erupted. The blood rushed out of his head from exertion, and a wave of lightheadedness swept over him as he pumped his girlfriend full of his extremely potent cum.

The effect was immediate. Beth didn’t realize how close to the verge she’d been, but as orgasm crashed through her body, everything changed at once Her breasts bulged forward as milk sprayed out of her nipples, splattering on Mason’s chest. Her ass swelled to such a degree that she felt herself lift up slightly. Power filled her limbs as muscle developed to carry and move her new weight, and she found herself hoping for a pair of horns to match her bull’s. Seized by the same desire to suck as to fuck, Mason lowered his mouth her breast, drinking in Beth’s creamy milk as she moaned and bucked against his still rigid cock, causing his massive load of cum to ooze out from around his shaft.

Finally, he pulled away from her, milk and cum running out of her easily. He drew her off the desk by the arm, but her legs shook violently as she put weight on them. Using Mason as a crutch, she eased her body down to the ground. Beth waddled out the office door ahead of him, shaking her cum soaked pussy back and forth as her ass cheeks wobbled enticingly. Mason followed his cow out into the fray. Territorial objections had dissolved while they were absent. Tim had found his way into Cynthia’s newly broadened ass while Sam let her lick his cock clean with her mouth. Taylor had his cock stuffed in the pussy soaked with Brock’s cum, while the largest guy in the room treated Tricia like a rag doll, bouncing her up and down on his gargantuan cock as her stomach bulged with each downward thrust. Mary and Peggy, neither of whom would ever find satisfaction in their husbands’ human sized cocks again, played with each others’ pussy while they waited for a cock to fuck them.

Beth waddled over to the older pair of women. She wiggled her ass at Peggy, who laid astride Mary. Tempted away by the sight of cum oozing down Beth’s inner thighs,Peggy moved off of Mary, leaving her open to scramble over and slurp Mason’s cock into her mouth. He wanted more than a mouth though. He’d experienced Beth’s tight, sloppy wet pussy and wanted more. He put Mary on her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her. He hunched over her body as he slid inside, squeezing her tits to add to the puddles of milk on the ground.

The men grunted as they rutted their milky goddesses, and the women mooed.

“After an unusual turn of events, Haverty High took a substantial victory over Jefferson High to claim the state title last night. Doubt rose before the game due to five starting seniors having to drop out due to a sudden bout of flu which also benched head coach Elliot Myer. With second string starting and an inexperienced coach at the helm, local sports writers opined on the smart money being with the undefeated, if untested Jefferson High. Haverty put such speculation to bed by the end of the first quarter by not giving up a single yard while racking up a forty point lead. The trend continued until the final buzzer with the score ending up 78-0.

“In other news, authorities are searching for persons involved in a chemical smuggling ring. The prime suspect is a man in his late sixties with severe battle scarring and a limp. If you see a man matching this description, contact your local police bureau. Do not approach him under any circumstances as he is considered to be dangerous.

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