cherry

Nothing much happens at first. The football team has a winning streak; their coach keeps them hydrated with fresh water and encourages them to drink milk both as a proud member of the town but also for their bone strength on the field. For celebrations the coach takes the team to eat feasts at a burger joint that prides itself on local product. Each teammate is encouraged to eat at least two or three dripping double cheeseburgers and they even have eating contests between teammates.

The first change other than a bit of chub is the sensitive tits. One day, one of the teammates is flushed red as he’s changing, too tuned into how his chest is burning– one nudge is all it takes for a fat bead of milk to drip out.

The libido comes next. It becomes a habit and shame for that teammate to pump his pecs into the changing room toilets before changing, but as he comes out he starts noticing how his fellow boys have started to round out. Muscular but increasingly being coated in fat, with rounded pecs and swollen nipples just like him.

He gets ridiculously hard at the sight. He didn’t even think he was gay, but he can’t help it. He really can’t.

The shame of lactating and needing to milk himself in the stalls becomes a guilty pleasure after he realizes jerking off alone doesn’t bring him to the edge. What does is playing with his chest as he’s doing it. Now, when his chest gets too full, he’s immediately hard, and his body is already digesting everything from the active frenzy masturbating has turned into. He becomes hungry too.

He craves dairy. He drinks his own milk. He craves meat. He packs his bag with meat and cheese sandwiches. He craves grease. Those sandwiches are soon replaced with a bag full of burgers from that place down the road. A massive order, sometimes featuring breakfast. He’s thirsty after from the sweat and salt. He chugs water and moans when his stuffed belly bloats more.

His teammates have similar revelations. Two get together and become fuck buddies. Presumably the only ones that do at first. Groping leaking tits, ass, and other fat parts leave them moaning long and low, nearly moo-like over time. They drink from each other’s tits and cock. They feed each other and kiss. Makeout, even.

A third catches them and spurred on by each other’s presence, they have enough bravado to ask him to join them.

The team continue to pile on the weight. With more weight comes more appetite, more libido, more milking.

It’s an endless cycle. The whole team becomes in on it. They spend more time together outside of games (that aforementioned winning streak is long lost and burger feasts become a condolence event instead of a celebratory one… they now eat eight times as much as what they originally did; their coach pays out of pocket), they go back to each others dorms or homes and fuck and feed each other. Anything from two to the whole team. Roommates and parents alike are worried and astounded.

The whole team becomes a herd of boycows, ridiculously horny and milky and hungry. And the best part? Each and every one of them fucking love it. Any help that’s offered is rejected immediately.

"think you can hop up on the table for me, little bunny?" it doesn't look so scary anymore. they get me on the table where the vet has me lie down first. the feeling of their hands on my skin makes my pulse race, my head swimming from the medicine. each pass over my breasts makes my clit throb, when they spread my legs, they're covered in my arousal. my owner mentions about additional pet services, but i can't follow the conversation as i watch the vet examine my bunny cunt, ignoring my needy clit.

they keep talking, moving me to present on my knees, arms tucked beneath me so my tail is high in the air and my weeping bunny cunt is on full display. when the first finger sinks in, i moan and whine, grinding back only for a firm grip to hold me still. a second finger, a third. i'm panting, wetness running down my thighs as they still ignore my clit, it's not enough. i'm stretched and inspected, my holes worked at a slow methodical pace until i'm a drooling fuzzy mess.

my owner comes around to rub my nose, telling me how good i'm being. "you're almost ready for breeding, bunny. i'll seen you after you're done with the program, okay?" i can only whine, the medicine getting stronger. they never mentioned breeding, this was supposed to just be a checkup. i watch my owner wave as they leave, the vet gives me another two doses of medicine before wheeling me back to the pens.

"here we go, little one." the vet brings me to a room full of hungry eyes, all of them pacing around in cells. the other pets here look even more worked up than i feel, the smell of their collective need making me whine and rub my clit needily. they put me down on a soft pillow in the middle of the room, giving me another nose rub before stepping out. i hear the click of the door locking before a buzz and all the cages open.

“Look, I really need to get off right now, it’s not that big of a deal. You don’t mind, right?”

I’d be too flustered and embarrassed to stop him, only being able to watch as he uses one hand to jerk himself off and the other to spread the lips of my boypussy, furiously masturbating to me like I’m nothing more than a page from a porno magazine. I want tell him to knock it off but he’s already shooting ropes of hot cum all over my exposed tdick and hole

But if he’s already using me like a masturbation aid, what’s wrong with shoving his cock down my throat and moaning about how warm and tight it is?

“Fuck- you’re such a good cumrag! Here it comes, you better swallow it all-!”

And since I’m so wet, it wouldn’t be right for him to just leave me to rub one out myself. “Stop fighting me. I’m trying to make you feel good, okay?” He says as he buries his thick fingers in my cunt and sucks my clit until I’m crying while keeping my hips pinned to the bed so I can’t wriggle away

But it’s fine. I’ll be a good roommate and be his stress relief. (not that he’s giving me a choice)