Kota stood completely naked in the steamy shower room, water still cascading down his broad back and over the defined ridges of his abs, the hot spray mixing with the fresh sweat that had broken out across his dark skin from the sheer intensity of what had just happened.
His cock hung heavy between his legs, thick and glistening with the mix of cum and shower water, the new impossible girth still twitching with leftover pulses even after flooding Milton's guts.
The tall femboy remained bent over, ass up and gaping, thick white ropes slowly leaking from his stretched hole and running down his trembling thighs in creamy trails that swirled toward the drain. The air was thick, humid, heavy with the sharp scent of sex and soap, steam curling lazily around the four bodies like a veil that made everything feel dreamlike and dangerous.
The seniors did not move. They just stared.
A dozen pairs of eyes locked onto Kota's massive cock, wide and unblinking, mouths slightly parted, chests rising and falling in shallow, quick breaths.
No one spoke.
No one blinked.
The only sounds were the hiss of the running showerhead, the faint drip of water from the tiles, and the soft, broken whimpers still leaking from Milton's lips as his ruined ass continued to clench and flutter around nothing.
Kota felt the weight of their stares like physical pressure against his skin, the confusion swirling in his chest mixing with the fresh surge of heat low in his gut. His cock gave another heavy twitch, already starting to swell again under the collective gaze, the new size making it look even more obscene as it thickened and rose slowly toward horizontal.
"Ummm… wanna join?" The words slipped out before he could stop them, voice rough and low, echoing slightly off the tiled walls.
The seniors slowly nodded, almost in unison, their eyes never leaving the thick, veiny length that now stood proud and leaking between Kota's thighs.
Their gazes were focused on something else entirely now, the sheer size, the weight, the way it throbbed visibly with every heartbeat. Hands started moving on autopilot, fingers fumbling with waistbands and zippers as clothes were frantically yanked off.
Shirts flew, shorts dropped, underwear shoved down in a chaotic rush until every senior in the room was naked, cocks already hard and leaking, bodies flushed and trembling as they dropped to their knees in a ragged semi-circle around Kota.
The tiled floor was wet and cool under their knees, but none of them cared. They looked up at his cock with pure, hungry awe, eyes glassy, lips parted, some already licking their lips instinctively.
Kota's breath caught. He walked slowly toward the one in the middle, a black kid with plump, juicy lips and wide, nervous eyes. Kota stopped right in front of him, the heavy length of his cock hovering inches from that pretty face, and slapped it down firmly on top of his cheek with a meaty smack. The boy moaned instantly, the sound high and needy, eyes fluttering as he leaned into the weight.
He started sniffing, deep and shameless, nose pressing against the thick shaft, inhaling the potent musk that had grown stronger with the changes. The sniffing quickly turned into drooling, thick strings of spit leaking from the corner of his mouth as his tongue lolled out on instinct. The other seniors shifted closer, voices whispering urgently. "How does it smell, Magnus?" one asked, eyes wide with envy. "Tell us."
Kota grinned, dark and satisfied, the realization hitting him like lightning.
"Oh, this was Magnus?" He slapped his cock up and down again across the boy's face, the heavy meat leaving shiny trails of pre-cum on those plump lips. "The king. The 2.2-inch 'Giant.' Awww, cute. Now the 'king' is gonna get FUCKED."
He brushed the leaking tip slowly across Magnus's lower lip, painting it glossy. Magnus opened immediately, tongue flicking out for a quick, desperate lick, eyes rolling back at the taste. "How does it feel, Magnus?" Kota taunted, voice low and mocking. "The king, now turned slut on his knees?"
Magnus moaned loudly at the name-calling, his tiny cocklet leaking steadily onto the wet tiles beneath him, the clear fluid mixing with the shower water. Kota grabbed the scruff of Magnus's hair, fingers tangling tight in the short curls, and guided the fat head straight to those parted lips. Magnus relaxed his jaw, expecting a gentle entrance, but Kota shoved forward without mercy, burying the entire massive length to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Magnus's eyes bulged, throat convulsing violently around the impossible girth as he gagged hard, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filling the stall instantly.
Kota pulled out just as fast, the thick shaft glistening with thick ropes of spit, leaving Magnus coughing and gasping for breath, face flushed deep red.
But the boy looked even more flustered, more turned on, eyes glassy and hungry as he stared up at the dripping cock. Kota asked again, voice rough, "How's your throat feel turning into the perfect shape for my cock?"
Magnus stayed silent. Instead, he opened his mouth wider, tongue out, begging without words for more. Kota thrusted again, deep, hard, relentless, then again, and again, hips snapping forward with powerful strokes that made Magnus's throat bulge visibly with every inward drive.
Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck.
The sounds were filthy, wet, and rhythmic, spit flying from the corners of Magnus's stretched lips as his eyes rolled back further, tears streaming down his cheeks. His free hand shot down to jerk his own tiny cocklet frantically, the motion desperate and sloppy while Kota kept wrecking his throat. The other seniors watched in horny awe, some already stroking themselves, one kid whipping out his phone to record with shaky hands.
Everyone else followed suit, phones raised, lenses focused on the obscene sight of Magnus getting his face fucked by the biggest cock any of them had ever seen.
Kota didn't even notice the phones.
All he cared about was emptying his balls. He kept fucking, hips pistoning faster, the wet, choking sounds growing louder and wetter as Magnus drooled uncontrollably, his throat molded perfectly around the massive shaft.
The pressure built deep and heavy inside Kota, the new stamina making the edge drag out longer, the load feeling thicker, more voluminous than ever. When it finally hit, he buried himself to the root one last time, groaning low as the cum erupted—thick, powerful ropes flooding straight down Magnus's throat. It was too much.
Magnus tapped frantically on Kota's thigh, eyes wide with panic, and Kota finally released his grip, pulling out with a long, sloppy pop.
Cum sprayed everywhere, heavy white ropes painting Magnus's entire face and locks in thick layers, dripping from his eyelashes, streaking through his hair, running down his chin and neck in glossy rivers.
Magnus fell back onto the wet floor, twitching and moaning, a fresh wet spot blooming across his own shorts where he had cum untouched from the sheer intensity of the throat-fucking.
Kota stood over him, chest heaving, cock still hard and glistening, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked at the circle of seniors still kneeling, phones recording, cocks leaking, asses presented. His voice came out low, rough, and commanding, echoing through the steamy shower room.
"Who's next?"