Trent, perhaps sated for the moment, managed to squeeze himself out from between the two coaches in the locker room and blundered his way out, cum dripping from his chin and his ass hole, the rest of the team just gaping at the two coaches left behind. With a roar, the second, beastly coach grabbed a couple of men and dragged them back onto the field, and most of the team was left in the locker room with the first coach–although he wasn’t much of a person anymore.
His genitals was now nearly larger than he was close to four feet long, his legs splayed wide to make room for his balls, each larger than a basketball, and the fierce sucking Trent had given him still didn’t seem to have him anywhere close to orgasm, but the smell of his precum was filling the room, and slowly drawing all of the team closer to him. The larger players were the first to realize what they were feeling–they were hungry. But not just any kind of hunger, they wanted something…something in particular.
In the end, they all figured it out, losing themselves in the puddles of precum all over the floor, fighting over the massive beads which rolled down the shaft, clambering all over one another to get the the top, where they could drink it directly from the fountain. The more they drink, the larger they all became, and by the time an hour passed, none of them were under 300 pounds any longer, and their own balls had expanded, pumping out precum of their own which dribbled down their fat thighs and coated the underside of their new, jiggly guts.
Their teamwork won out in the end though, and together they gathered around their coach, licking and slobbering at the shaft, nibbling at the massive glans, cleaning his huge sack, and finally the coach gave a shudder underneath his huge phallus and began unloading his cum proper, gallon after gallon pumping out hard enough to slam into the ceiling above, the team giving off squeals as they devoured everything they could find. The real stuff packed on weight even faster, and by the end of the night, with the coach’s phallus soft again and the the entire locker room licked clean, the smallest player was just under 700 pounds, and the largest tub of lard could barely move his 1200 pounds to the door of the locker room and squeeze himself through. They all needed more now, there was no doubting that, and they went off to search for more cum to sate their now unending cum-hunger on the rest of the campus.
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Alright, that’s all folks! Thanks again to everyone who participated, and I hope there was something in there for everyone. Regardless, I think I’ll be cleaning it up over the next week or so, and then I might load it up onto CYOC. If there’s a chapter you really wanted to see, but which didn’t get the votes you wanted, never fear–you can always commission it if you’re desperate, once I get it up on CYOC.
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