Pep Rally III (Patreon)

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She couldn’t believe how hot she was. She felt flustered and needy, her thighs quavering. Once in the bedroom, she turned back to Scott, and attempted a smile, which proved to be a sheepish one. She knew what she wanted. And to her amazement, Scott was entirely game.

Losing her virginity was a stunning experience. Every bit of contact left her shuddering. Every part of her body was just so sensitive, it just couldn’t have been normal. She had heard that her condition could cause the sufferer to be particularly receptive, but this was just extreme. Orgasm hit her so intensely, she was practically convulsing. Afterwards, she melted to putty and mourned every moment of every day prior that she hadn’t been happily riding Scott’s cock.

Strangely enough, there were side-effects, the most clear and immediate of them being a sudden surge in her milk production. She had to use her breast pumps every few hours just not to feel as though she would burst. Despite it, Sam found herself seeping milk into her clothes several times throughout the day. She frequently had to excuse herself during classes and waddle off as fast as her body could carry her to find a place to pump. Her four breasts and udder were rapidly growing, nipples hard and swollen, as they pushed against her stretching tops.

Her udder could barely fit into any of her attire anymore, often bulging up over her waistbands, or peeking out beneath her skirts, teats wiggling lazily. Sam continued to try to contain herself, but her body seemed determined to burst free at any opportunity.

All the hormones were maddening. She was relentlessly horny. She and Scott had started to date, and she found most of her classes spent squirming in her seat, thinking about all the things he would do to her the next chance they got. She would grow breathless and flushed, and her mounds would grow even more engorged, were that even possible. There was a throbbing heat within her loins that no amount of fondling could satisfy.

Her grades were suffering. She could hardly focus. It was a week after the party that Sam finally came clean to her mother. She told her mom how needy she was. And how desperately she desired help controlling herself.

Her mom was stunned at first, but encouraging. She offered various tips. Meditation. Toys, and self-stimulation. It helped, but to such a small degree, it almost wasn’t even worth the effort.

A few days later, Sam was cheering at an away game one evening, hoping that the spectacle of a football match would keep her sufficiently distracted.

It backfired.

She could do little more than stare at all the football players with their tight uniforms and flexing forms. She practically felt as though she was in heat as she was assaulted with the smell of sweat in the air, and could somehow feel the warmth of taut muscles and working bodies. She felt jittery, her juices seeping freely into her panties. She missed several moves of her routine, more unbalanced and ungainly than usual. The rest of the cheer squad chalked it up to her advanced condition, and gave her sweet, encouraging looks, which she could do little more than ignore. Her back ached, belly jutting back and forth with the exhausting maneuvers. She couldn’t believe how big she was getting. And she couldn’t believe Scott wasn’t inside her at that moment.

She could feel her milk escaping, beginning to moisten her uniform, and could hardly care. Her breasts bobbed and strained, udder bulging out beneath her tiny skirt. When she saw the football team coach switch Scott out with a substitute player, she nearly collapsed from excitement.

“Water,” she rasped, as she handed the cheer captain her pompoms and made her way behind the stands, giving Scott an intent look as she did. He, thankfully, followed.

As soon as Scott got behind the stands, she was all over him, hands grasping at his uniform, pulling him as close and tight as possible, where he squished against her mounds and wrapped around whatever he could reach of her. “So hot,” he murmured as he kissed her.

“Shut up,” she said, as she shoved down his pants, Scott hefting up her skirt in the meantime.

In only moments both were on the grass, tangled together, Sam wailing and Scott grunting with every time he slammed into her jiggling body. Were it not for the screams of the crowd, they would have surely been discovered.