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Freshman 50 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Littlewolf112 Inspired by http://www.furaffinity.net/full/22605736/

There was a certain thrill about being on campus for the first time, an exhilaration that was buzzing through Zack's synapses. He had moved everything that he had brought into his dorm room, though it still seemed pretty empty and unlived in. His parents had left, heading back to California, leaving their son on his own for the first time in his life. The eighteen year old was walking down the path from the dorms to the cafeteria, his image reflecting on the windows of the music building.

Zack fit the description of an all American boy, standing five foot ten, his black hair shorn short beneath a backwards red baseball cap. He had on a baggy black t-shirt and tan shorts, flip flops smacking his heels as he treaded the path. It was hard to wipe the smile off his face. It was just so damned exciting to be in control of his own life for the first time... He could go to bed when he wanted, get up when he wanted, eat when he wanted. Of course he knew there was a bit of danger in that, he couldn't get reckless and miss classes.

There was also a wide array of athletics available if he wanted to take advantage of them. He'd played baseball in middle school, he'd done some wrestling in high school and he did look rather fetching in a singlet. Zack smirked at that thought, though he knew he was up against some major competition here. The guys were so big... He looked at some of the juniors hanging out on the steps to the university center. Each one was over six feet tall and built like a bodybuilder. Even their pants had fairly obvious bulges in the front.

Still, Zack didn't want to let anything harsh his buzz. He was free, he was an adult, and life was going to be good. He finished his walk to the cafeteria and moved inside, walking up to the podium to swipe his student ID card. He'd been there once before for lunch where everything was served ala cart, but dinner was supposedly all you could eat. Just stepping into the building, he could smell a variety of scents, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw when he came around the corner.

Spread out in a massive ring around a sea of students was the largest feast that Zack had ever laid eyes on. There were stations serving food from around the world, massive hulking machines dispensing milk and soda, an island with more salad toppings than Zack knew existed... Trays and plates were stacked in precarious Doctor Seussian towers. Zack's eyes glinted a bit and he grinned more, moving to grab a tray. He looked around, trying to decide what to get, stopping suddenly as a student that looked about his age but with a bushy brown beard down to his collar bone moved by with a tray full of six glasses of milk and a huge slab of steak. Zack stared for a moment, amazed and a bit confused.

"They're big on the milk here." a voice said over the general clamor of the conversations filling the air. Zack turned to see another freshman with a shag of blond hair. The blond brushed his bangs out of his face, "There is a dairy at the edge of campus so they get the milk cheap and its super fresh."

"That's pretty cool... My parents only ever drank one percent, but whenever I was at school I'd drink whole milk." Zack said, "I'm Zack by the way."

"Shawn." The blond smiled, "Do you have anyone to sit with yet?"

"Nah, I just finished moving in. How long have you been here?" Zack asked.

"Just two days, I'm still learning where everything is." Shawn said.

"Well, let's compare notes, but first, let's get some grub!" Zack grinned. Shawn smiled at that and fell into place next to Zack as they moved around the ring. It seemed like most students had gravitated towards protein heavy meals, though the potato bar was getting raided like a dungeon siege. Zack held his tray, a little bewildered by how much bigger everyone was, not sure where to dive in.

Shawn grabbed a plate and stopped in front of a huge basin filled with macaroni and cheese. The steam rose from the edges of the pan, creating a veil that obscured the server and caught the glow of the heat lamps, shrouding in all in a warm yellow haze. He grabbed the metal serving spoon and placed a huge mound of the creamy pasta onto his plate followed by another. Each scoop stretched long strings of cheese that resisted until finally snapping, dangling down from the edge of his plate.

"Mmm. This is the cheesiest macaroni I've ever seen!" Shawn said, turning to Zack and showing the plate to his new friend. Zack was amazed at just how hearty it was. He reached up to readjust his hat before he stepped forward and dug in, feeling the weight and heft of the spoon as he plopped it on. It almost seemed intimidating, but he wasn't sure he wanted to just go for pasta. He slipped down along the guide rail, deciding that was the best way to bypass the tray and found himself in front of a vat of stuffing.

"Wow, it's like all the Thanksgivings I've ever had all in one place..." Zack murmured, smelling the variety of spices and herbs that had been blended into the savory breading. The teenager tried to get a modest spoonful but it all clung together and came down in a heap, landing on the plate. Zack was a bit embarrassed by how much he'd served himself, but he could always scrape the plate of anything he didn't finish. He nodded to himself, looking back to try and see where Shawn was in the crowd.

"Hey, Zack!" Shawn called out, waving his hand above the tall crowd. He made his way toward Zack, a plate of mashed potatoes precariously balanced across his forearm. "Seems like they're big on carb loading at this school. Let's get a drink and then find a place to sit. It looks like the cafeteria's filling up fast."

"While in Rome, I guess we should try the milk, right?" Zack asked, trying to figure out where to put the clear plastic cups. The two navigated the crowds and made it to the machine and soon the steady, cool, thick stream of milk came out out and splashed into the cups, filling them up with ease. Zack nearly left with just one, but he realized his tray was going to be balanced a lot better if he had one on the other side and he wasn't going to come back into the feeding frenzy if he could avoid it.

With a nod to Shawn, Zack backed out of the serving area and managed to find a spot to catch his breath. It felt like it was ten degrees cooler just getting away from the bodies and the warming trays. The two found a couple of empty seats in the vast cafeteria and sat down, well away from the other students.

"So, what should we start with first?" Shawn asked, gazing over the array of food on their trays. "Might as well start with the pièce de résistance." He raised the plastic cup filled with the cold milk and held it in front of Zack. "Cheers to our first year of college and to making new friends!" Zack grinned at that, feeling a great sense of solidarity. He'd barely started college and already he was toasting a new friend. He looked into Shawn's green eyes before he raised his plastic cup, clinking them together, nearly spilling some of the bounty.

The two young men brought the cups to their lips and tipped them back. The frothy, creamy milk had been kept chilled just above an icy temperature, making it smooth and satisfying. It coated their throats and stomachs, making them feel a general ease, like they were ready to eat anything. Zack murmured a bit, surprised by just how good it was. It was more than a drink, it was as important a part of the meal as anything. He was almost reluctant to set his cup down, but the food would get cold.

Zack smiled a bit, taking his fork, spearing into the pasta. More cheese oozed out of the center. It was almost over the top. Zack took a bite and the spicy, sweet marinara and fragrant cheese exploded across his tongue. He moaned, his eyes snapping shut as he chewed it and let it melt in his mouth. He wanted to savor every morsel, but he also wanted more. He wanted every bite. Before long he was practically shoveling it in, filling his youthful cheeks with the bounty.

At the same time, Shawn had taken his spoon and scooped a hunk out of his gooey mashed potatoes. He brought it up to his mouth and took a bite, the creamy potatoes coating his tongue and mouth. His eyes opened wide at how good they tasted. He didn't want to swallow, but another spoonful of the delicious meal called to him and he took another bite. Soon, he too was ravenously consuming the food on his plate, head down and spoon filling his mouth over and over.

Swallow after swallow, the food made its way down to Zack's stomach. The hunger vanished, then the sense of normalcy vanished. Before long he felt a strain in his stomach, a pressure, a building pressure. It wasn't very comfortable, but it had an odd feeling of... accomplishment, of achievement. The potatoes were dripping from Zack's lower lip, dribbling onto his chin, and in an odd biological reaction to eating too much, he felt a mild erection kicking up. He forced himself to look up, taking a break to pant and breathe and then wash everything down with a long, long drink of milk until his first cup was drained.

"I thought... school food... was supposed to suck..." Zack panted, taking off his hat, letting some of his excess heat escape from his sweat soaked hair.

"Mmhm," Shawn gurgled as he was chugging his second cup of milk. He placed the empty cup back onto his tray and continued with a similar pant. "I... thought so, too. Guess... the milk from the dairy... makes all the food richer." He had started to sweat and his long bangs were sticking to his forehead.

"You're right... It might not just be the milk, but cheese in the pasta, butter in the stuffing and the potatoes... I guess real fresh food is better. That must be why there are so many agriculture majors here." Zack said, looking at Shawn, finding it odd how he looked kind of good all sweaty...

"I just want... to dig back in," Shawn said, grabbing his fork and shoveling a bite of macaroni and cheese into his mouth. Zack reached down to rub at his groin a few times before he nodded and grabbed his spoon, going right back to chowing down. All sense of restraint and reason had gone out the window.

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The sun had long since set and the lights on campus provided a faint, greenish purple glow. Crickets chirped in the distance and Zack walked slowly, very slowly, back across the quad. He and Shawn had polished off three trays of food before the kitchens closed up for the night, and now Zack felt a bit foolish. He also felt extremely full, and extremely manly. It was an odd mix of emotions. He reached up to adjust the red hat on his head, looking over to Shawn.

"So how was the last drop? I can't believe you drank out of the machine itself." Zack chuckled as he waddled, his t-shirt riding up to show his slightly distended stomach.

"It tasted almost as good as I imagine it does coming from the source," Shawn replied, waddling slowly alongside his new friend. His chin and shirt were wet from where the milk had spilled as a result of drinking from the machine. Zack's shirt, meanwhile, had been stained with gravy, marinara, and who knew what else.

"Oh god, I can't even imagine what it'd taste like warm and even thicker." Zack chuckled, feeling another stirring in his loins. He swallowed a bit, "I think I'm going to like it here... Hopefully we'll share a class or something."

"That'd be fun if we did," Shawn said with a smile. He quickly unbuckled his belt and adjusted his pants, giving his full stomach some much needed room. Zack chuckled at that and followed suit, letting out a long sigh.

"We were animals in there. Dude, look how big my belly got." Zack said, pulling his shirt up all the way, showing off the round slope of his distended stomach. It glistened in the moonlight.

"I think it makes you look manly," Shawn replied, reaching out a hand to rub across Zack's swollen stomach. Zack looked up at Shawn at that, feeling an electric jolt run down his spine.

"I like how big yours got too... Maybe we should put them together." he said, reaching out to lift Shawn's shirt up, exposing his belly as well. Shawn stopped walking and turned to face Zack, his lingering hand stroking his friend's distended stomach as he moved toward him. Zack stepped forward and soon their over-full, completely stuffed bellies pressed against one another, springing a bit at the impact. Zack looked at Shawn, his shaggy blond hair, his green eyes, the faintest freckles on his nose... and then he felt a familiar sensation against his own erection, a stiffening mass pressing beneath his tummy.

Zack closed his eyes and tilted his head, kissing Shawn on the lips, murmuring in surprise when he felt the remnants of the creamy milk and the marinara sauce. He kissed Shawn even harder at that. Shawn mashed his lips into Zack's, not gentle in the slightest, as he pushed his tongue into his friend's mouth and lapped at the lingering taste of their recent meal. His hands continued rubbing at Zack's stomach, squeezing and pulling it into his own, as his member started to harden in his pants.

The two teens were as eager and greedy as they had been with the food, kneading and clawing at each other, slobbering and drooling in the wet and messy kiss before finally Zack broke it, panting again.

"My place, yours, or somewhere closer?" he asked in the heat of the moment.

"The freshman dorms are too far away," Shawn replied quickly, adjusting his growing erection. "I can't wait that long. Let's find somewhere closer." Zack nodded at the assessment and took Shawn's hand, leading him off of the quad, past the English building and in a stumbling sprint across the mowed lawn until they tumbled into tall, long sweet grass. Zack fell and rolled, managing to catch Shawn as he fell onto him. Zack grunted and groaned at the impact on his full belly, but he chuckled, feeling so alive.

Without wasting any time, Shawn pulled his shirt off and let the cool night air wash across his warm, sweaty body. He ground his rounded belly into Zack's below him, and leaned down to kiss his new friend once again. He had no idea what was turning him on so much, but he couldn't help the feelings of attraction he had quickly developed for Zack.

Zack returned the kisses, the rubs, and started grinding up against Shawn. He pawed at their pants, tearing them open, their underwear barely able to constrain their erections as they went at it.

Shawn broke the kiss and sat back up, panting heavily as he helped Zack remove their underwear. He pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs and let his growing erection grind against Zack's as he started to trust his hips into the other man's meat. Zack was feeling all hot and sweaty again, though this time he loved it even more. He grunted and groaned, grinding until the friction felt like wildfire... and then he gasped. His achingly hard cock began to let out jet after jet of surprisingly fluid semen, spraying across Shawn's cock and balls, bathing him in the manly juice.

Shawn gasped as the first volley of creamy jizz splashed against his stomach, but began to moan with pleasure as Zack continued to pump out more and more of the pearly white fluid against his body. He continued to hump his turgid cock against Zack's as he scooped some of the cum in his fingers and brought it up to his mouth. Instantly, he was reminded of the milk they had tasted for the first time a few hours ago and licked his fingers clean before scooping up another handful and swallowing it.

"You fucking animal..." Zack growled, but his tone betrayed just how much it turned him on. He threw his head back and came even harder, amazed at just how wonderful college was going to be.

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A deep, hollow, throbbing ache filled Zack's perception as he swam back toward consciousness. His brows furrowed, his lips turned into a frown, his pectoral twitched and it moved his whole blanket. That alone was enough to confuse Zack. He moaned softly and opened his red eyes, his mouth dry. He tried to lick the sides to wet them but it didn't seem enough. Even the light making it through his slatted curtains was too bright. He moaned hard, trying to remember what he drank last night and the answer confused him even more... Milk.

Zack replayed the night. He'd gone to dinner, he'd made an amazing friend, he'd eaten waaay too much and then... and then he'd had the best sex of his life. Shawn had been a monster, they'd done things, they had gone at it, and he'd fallen asleep in the field covered in another man's sperm. The memories of staggering back to his dorm were barely there, barely registering... They weren't nearly as vivid as his memories of pressing belly to belly against that amazing man. His belly...

The brown haired youth threw his blanket down and looked at his body. He still had a bit of a belly from all the food, but it seemed it had shrunk over night quite a bit, but that mass had to go somewhere. It had apparently migrated upwards. Zack had gone to bed with a flat chest, unremarkable, but his pectorals had grown overnight. They were plump, rounded, and incredibly thick. Even his nipples had been stretched, doubling in size.

Uncertain about everything, Zack swung his legs out of bed, smacking his heels on the floor. He cursed and winced, panting a bit as the throbbing pain came and went. The impact had come as a surprise because his legs were longer than they had been before. Zack pushed himself off the bed and rose four inches taller than before. He blinked and moved over to the mirror at the end of the dorm room, looking at himself.

Zack still had the roguishly handsome, all-american look going for himself. Fair cheek bones, a quaff of brown hair... but his body was something out of the deepest parts of the internet. His pectorals were plump, almost like muscled man breasts, and his stomach was still rounded even if it wasn't as obscene as the night before. As he shifted from leg to leg, he realized his balls were hanging a lot lower, heavier as well.

Curious as ever, Zack pulled his boxers out and his jaw slowly dropped. While a bit of the surprise could have been attributed to morning wood, there was little doubt that his tool had grown just like the rest of him... three inches, and more mass to go around. Zack stared down at it in surprise, awe and wonder. He debated seeing just how big it would grow until his stomach gurgled loudly, practically quivering in his swollen abdomen.

"Fuck... I need breakfast." He murmured, never having felt hungrier in his life.

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The school cafeteria seemed a lot different in the morning. There were fewer food options resulting in less chaos, and not everyone had to be awake that early for classes. The trays were heavy on oats and grains and eggs. Shawn was sitting at one of the tables and looked like he had been there for a while, already. He was digging into a large bowl of oatmeal and had two empty bowls on his tray that had once held bowls of cereal. Next to the bowls were two empty plastic cups and one that was filled halfway with more of the delicious milk. He polished off the oatmeal in his bowl and put it down, panting from his ravenous hunger.

Zack had moved in through the crowds, bypassing the food entirely, though it smelled fantastic. He made it past half the football team before spotting Shawn. Shawn had grown over night as well; taller, hair a bit longer, his shirt riding up, and that belly. Zack got horny just looking at it. Shawn looked up and saw Zack, waving at him and calling him over. Zack sidled over and sat down next to his friend, looking at him.

"I just woke up, how are you already here?" Zack asked, "How do you feel?" he asked after a moment, looking at his friend.

"I woke up a few hours ago feeling famished and made my way over here as quickly as I could." Shawn replied, smiling at his friend. "And, I feel great! Still really hungry, but otherwise really awake and energized." He scoot his chair closer to Zack and placed a hand on his arm. "I still remember how good last night felt, too."

"It was amazing, the best I've ever felt, but like... Isn't it weird how much we changed? It was just one day of college. You aren't supposed to do the Freshman 15 in your first day, are you?" Zack asked, feeling his concern at odds with the sense of contentment everything around was offering him.

"Doesn't seem like anyone else is all that concerned. It could just be the that food they serve here causes everyone to get a bit... bigger more quickly." Shawn supposed as he glanced down at his growing pectorals and rounded stomach below. "Maybe we just need to start working out to keep off all of the excess weight we're gaining?"

"I guess I did have my eye on a few of the sports teams here..." Zack murmured, "Though when we pressed bellies last night, I just wanted to grow them bigger and bigger and bigger until we were the biggest guys on campus." he muttered before blushing, not sure why he admitted it out loud, but there was something about Shawn that just pushed him that extra step.

"I'd love to see how big we could get, especially if it's by your side." Shawn said, holding Zack's hand as he leaned in closer to him. "What say we get you something to eat, then?"

"I'm fucking starving." Zack whispered, leaning in to kiss Shawn.

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Moonlight cascaded down on the paths that spread through campus like a spider web, but the interior of the library was filled with a warm, creamy glow that seemed almost euphoric. Zack sat on one of the large, wide backed burgundy chairs looking out at the creek outside. It had been a whirlwind first week of classes, and it seemed that all Zack had been able to accomplish was to eat, sleep, and make it to class... But somehow his bonds with Shawn had grown closer and closer. They even managed to share Western Civilization class, though it was hard not to distract one another.

Zack looked at his reflection in the window of the library, inhaling the pure air with the scent of a thousand books. He'd gotten taller again. His t-shirt was as tight as the skin of a drum, showing off his meaty pectorals and the slight rotundness of his stomach. He'd bought baggy pants, but his balls still took up more room than he was used to, and the sides of his head were throbbing constantly even when the rest of him felt okay. His had was a bit stained in spots from catching stray particles of food as he pigged out.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he was still concerned he'd changed so much, so fast, but no one else seemed to notice or care... and as his eyes drifted, he saw Shawn's reflection and his concerns died away. Zack smiled, gazing at Shawn, feeling like the luckiest man on the planet.

Shawn, likewise, had grown taller and heavier. His shirts clung tightly to his expanding form, and his shorts hugged his thighs in a constricting embrace. He could recognize that he was changing at a rapid pace, one he knew was anything but normal, but no one commented on his appearance. He even started receiving glances from some of the other growing men on campus, which only made him forget about the strangeness of the transformation even further. There was such a community of achievement for the growth, like it was normal, manly, even tradition.

"Did you get notes on the overview of the reformation? I feel like I was daydreaming at that part." Zack murmured.

"Eh... not really." Shawn answered, showing Zack the pages of his notebook that were barely scrawled in. "I jotted down whatever I thought would be useful, but that ended up only being two lines. Mr. Howard was speaking too quickly for me to keep up with everything he was lecturing on. Sorry."

"That's alright. Maybe we can find a study group or something... Though all I want to do is spend my spare time with you." Zack admitted, smiling softly. Shawn returned the smile before his stomach started to growl.

"Sounds like my tank's about empty." Shawn said, rubbing his stomach. "I think it might be time for us to fuel back up before we try to study for too long. I can't focus unless I've eaten, and we really need to pass the next quiz in class." Zack nodded and moved to stand up, but he slowed as he looked at the clock.

"Oh god, it's already nine... The cafeteria's been closed for an hour, I bet there isn't even anyone in there to let us in if we beg..." Zack murmured, feeling like a great tragedy had befallen them. Shawn dipped his head down in thought for a moment before looking back up at Zack with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Why beg for someone to let us in when we can find a way in ourselves?" Shawn stood up and grabbed Zack's arm, pulling him close. "What do you say? You up for some breaking and entering?"

"Really? I mean, it'd be great to be there without a crowd... No one to get in the way... spending time with you." Zack said, grinning wider, "I guess boys will be boys, right?"

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Soft back and forth murmuring was muffled by the thick door. College was a place for bright minds, but not many bright minds had experience with breaking and entering. Still, Zack had noticed that the cafeteria building was not as secured as other buildings on campus, relying only on motion sensors near the dining hall and main entrance doors. There wasn't anything in the kitchens, and that was right where they had targeted. After almost a half an hour of finagling with the lock, it clicked and popped, the cool night air spilling into the building. Zack looked at Shawn with a look of amazement.

"What? Impressive, right?" Shawn asked quietly, a cocky smirk on his face as he stood back up. "I've had my fair share of practice picking locks, but I shouldn't confess to anything right this moment." He stepped into the kitchen and beckoned Zack inside, slowly closing the door behind them as he moved into the room.

Zack chuckled at Shawn's comments, but as he looked around, his jaw dropped. The kitchens were enormous, two walls lined with huge fridges and freezers, and in one corner was a colossal, gigantic tank labeled raw milk. Zack was a bit surprised at that given the fact that the dairy should have converted the milk and made sure it was homogenized, what would the school be doing with raw milk?

"Woah! Do you think that entire tank is full of delicious milk?" Shawn asked as he ran up to it. "I wonder if there's something special about the nearby dairy that makes it so they can serve it raw here at the school?"

"I mean it'd be fresh, being that close by, but... is it healthy to have it raw? I mean, I guess farmers do it, right?" Zack said. Shawn shrugged his broad shoulders in response.

"Beats me, dude. All I know is, if that's what they've been serving us, it must not be all that bad." Shawn quickly looked around and found a drying rack stacked with clean plastic cups. He ran over, grabbed two from the stack, and brought them back to the tank, handing one to Zack. "Might as well have some to drink before we go searching the fridges for any leftovers from dinner." Zack nodded at that and brought his cup up, looking around before he found a release for the milk.

The white flow ran down the tube before splashing out into the cup, thick and creamy. It was mesmerizing to watch, and it clung to the cup as it filled it. Zack was so captivated he nearly let it run over the rim before he moved, letting Shawn get in and get some of his own. Shawn quickly placed his cup under the release, the strangely viscous liquid slowly pouring into the container. He topped off the cup and shut the release, careful not to spill any of the delectable cream onto the floor.

Shawn looked over at Zack and held up his glass to cheers his friend, the plastic cups clinking before he tossed his head back and chugged the entire glass of milk in a few seconds. It flowed down with an incredible ease, coating his teeth, his tongue, his esophagus. As it hit his stomach, it felt like it spread out in creamy waves. There was an immediate jolt to Shawn's balls. They throbbed and tingled before they started to swell. Shawn's shirt, too, started to strain as his pectorals grew even larger, and the ever present throbbing in his temples grew more intense.

Unaware of Shawn's experience, Zack tipped his glass back and guzzled it down. Each gulp was larger than the last, taking thick globs of cream down, filling his gut with more and more and more. His stomach started to grow more round, pushing his shirt up and exposing his hairy belly. He felt his underwear start to strain as his balls suddenly grew in size, filling with their own creamy concoction.

The milk was more potent than ever before, the effect on them magnified. It tasted better than anything they had ever tasted, felt better than anything they had ever felt. Despite being so full, their stomachs growled, begging for more, making them feel like they were starving and dying of dehydration. The need was greater than everything. The cups were too slow.

Shawn dropped onto the floor and placed his face under the release, reaching up to turn the knob. The milk streamed out of the release all over Shawn's face and into his gaping mouth. He drank as much as he could before he had to stop for breath. The transformative beverage continued to alter Shawn's body as it made its way to his stomach, the excess splashing against his face. The pulsing throb in his temples grew more painful as hard keratin began poking out of the skin, blood dripping from the wounds as the points pushed out.

The shaggy blond's hair ruffled as the points emerged, pushing outward, thickening into full on horns. His very brain itself was rewiring into a completely pleasure based mentality, rewarding him for his consistent pursuit of ever greater satisfaction. His pants grew tight, then painfully tight before a tearing sound came. The pants split out and a huge flesh wrapped orb dropped, then another, his heavy sack breaking free. There was a tug, a pressure, and then a thick slab of male meat emerged... but it wasn't exactly human anymore.

As the blood circulated through Shawn's system, the blood rushed into his shaft. It felt rock hard, but it was getting harder every second. It pushed forward, stretching longer, the mushroom shaped head blunting and flattening and tightening like the head of a drum. The blood forced the flesh to darken from pale to creamy to tan, then brown and almost black. The veins bulged, the member throbbed and soon a ring pushed out around the middle like some of the horses that roamed the fields at the edge of campus.

More fabric tore, splitting out along his chest as his pectorals broke free. Shawn's nipples had swollen larger each day, bigger than silver dollars, the nipples so sensitive... and now they were starting to drip their own cream. Pearls of white emerged from the sensitive flesh, betraying the pent up pressure behind them. As the smell hit Shawn's nose, it reminded him how full his balls felt, how achey, how spongy... Tiny nubs appeared on them, swelling fast, pushing out and growing until they were small teats all their own.

Zack watched on in a dazed state, licking his cup clean, barely aware that Shawn was changing before him. The raw milk continued to spew onto the floor around Shawn as his body became more bovine. His jaw popped and snapped as it began to grow outward, pushing into a soft muzzle. His nostrils flared and toughened, his fingers got stiff, moving in pairs rather than individually, and his balls continued to grow and grow, changing structure, filling with cream of their own.

Shawn writhed around in the cold cream on the floor as he reveled in the pleasure that permeated throughout his body and addled mind. He reached an arm up to turn the knob and close the release, lapping up any milk that continued to drip from the opening. He sat down on the milk-drenched floor, panting, as he rubbed over his wet body. He grasped a swollen pec in one of his hands and squeezed, moaning loudly as cream sprayed out across his lower half.

The young man's blond hair had always been unruly, but it had grown a bit longer, falling across his face, his muzzle and horns sticking out. He looked almost like a bison other than the fact that he was clearly some sort of cow creature. His pecs were huge, his balls had become udders, his cock was enormous. He was exuding pheromones, smelling of male incarnate... with a tinge of milk. Zack panted, looking at his friend, his lover, moaning as his cock ached in his pants.

"Fuck... I've lost my mind... But Shawn, you look so hot..." Zack moaned, his head aching so much, throbbing as stitches started to pull loose in his pants.

"Zack, my body," Shawn moaned, rubbing a hand across his wet stomach. "I feel so good. Mmm. But... I know you can make me feel even better." He held out a hand, calling Zack closer. Zack took it, coming closer, kneeling down close to Shawn.

"What can I do? How can I make you feel better?" Zack whispered, gazing into the green eyes hidden behind a shag of hair.

"Kiss me." Shawn said, bringing his face closer to Zack's. "Then... drink me dry. My cream is ready for you to drink." Zack murmured and kissed that bovine muzzle, his tongue sliding in and out in lewd, wet, sloppy ways as he climbed onto Shawn, starting to hump him, feeling just how huge his horse cock was, how swollen those udders were. Zack's hands kneaded Shawn's huge, juicy pecs, tugging on those nipples until they started to leak.

Shawn moaned into the slobbery kiss as Zack groped and humped his body. He started thrusting his enormous cock into Zack's groin, his heavy balls slapping against the floor with each movement. His hands came up to rub over Zack's belly, feeling the short brown hairs that had grown there. Zack enjoyed the kiss, slurping on Shawn's mouth before he finally broke with it and sunk down to that rotund chest, his lips finding a nipple, and as if it was the most natural thing in the world - he latched on.

His lips plied the rubbery nub, working it back and forth, tugging a bit before Zack got a little rougher, using his teeth to pull on it, to pull and stretch on Shawn's sensitive, swollen, very full nipple. Shawn cried out as Zack's teeth clamped around his leathery nipple, thrusting his hips as pleasure ran through his body. He felt a spray of milk spill forth into Zack's mouth and he smiled as he watched his lover eagerly drinking his newly produced milk.

Zack guzzled the milk down, moaning and humping his lover. It tasted better than the milk from the vat, it tasted better than anything. It was thick and hot and creamy and perfect. It pooled into Zack's gut, but it was his pectorals that grew more, popping the last shreds of fabric holding his shirt together until his man breasts erupted free, his nipples leaking drops of man milk. Still, Zack guzzled, letting it flow through him.

Ounce by ounce, Shawn felt Zack's body getting heavier and more massive on him. The hard, huge, dark cock Shawn sported was joined by another one growing, swelling, engorging next to his. Zack's cock spooled out of his groin, lengthening inches at a time as the head blunted and flared, darkening swiftly. Fabric split and tore before his own plump balls burst forth. They were smaller than Shawn's, but already they had four very distinct, long teats. Apparently he had been playing with them between study sessions.

Moans escaped Zack's mouth before he couldn't take it anymore. He pushed off of Shawn and stood up, staggering back, letting out a long moo as his hat tightened and tore, horns busting through, growing out faster than his erection. His face popped and snapped, contorting, his teeth blunting as they grew and his nostrils stretched wide. His all-american face distended into a bovine muzzle and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hairy gut on display for all to see.

As Zack's fingers got stiff, fusing into pairs, the flesh knitting together, he hoisted up his purple-brown cock and looked at it, stretching to a foot long and then well past, the tip oozing forth a different kind of cream. They had been gluttons, gluttons for food and pleasure and instant gratification. Their freshman 15 had become a freshman 50 and then surged past even that. Zack was confused, aroused, amazed... His horns curved and rose up like a prize bull, and then he came. His hot, thick load sprayed all over Shawn's shaggy hair and muzzle, hosing him down with bull cream.

Shawn was taken aback at the sudden rocket of bull cum hitting him in the face. Recovering quickly, he quickly opened his mouth to catch the following volleys that shot forth from Zack's cock, his tongue writhing back and forth as he guzzled it down. He let out an accompanying moo of his own as his enormous horse cock began to spurt forth thick bull cum. The two showered each other and the floor until Zack collapsed onto Shawn, cuddling him, panting and moaning. The two were a sloppy, wet heap, too caught in their afterglow to hear the lock click at the back of the kitchen or the door open.

A heavy cart rattled as it clicked over the tile, carrying four new vats of milk into the kitchen, pushed by another bull man. Compared to Shawn and Zack, he was massive, standing eight feet tall with his horse cock slung on the bottom shelf of the cart, a beard hanging from his muzzle down to his cock and horns so wide they nearly scraped the double door frame as he entered. He slowed to a stop, seeing the mess.

"What the fu..." he trailed off, spotting the two in a heap in the corner. He groaned slightly, "Damn Freshman... No one was supposed to grow that fast." he muttered, looking at them before he smiled a bit, "Though I do remember what it was like when I was that age... " he sighed, extracting himself from the cart, getting a good look at them, "Boys, I know you want to sleep, but you're gonna need to get up. We gotta get this place clean and get you to the dairy before the morning crew gets here."

"I don't wanna..." Zack moaned, clinging to Shawn. The bearded bull rolled his eyes.

"Of course you don't, but if you want more delicious food, or an amazing machine that milks that cock and udders of yours like there's no tomorrow, we gotta get this place sanitized again." The bearded bull said.

"The guy makes a point, Zack." Shawn muttered beneath his larger friend. "Why lay here when there's a lot more fun to be had at the dairy?"

"You think it'll be okay?" Zack asked, looking at Shawn, petting his beautiful hair.

"It's a place where bulls can be bulls, eating everything they want, frolicking together, enjoying their bodies... All it costs is some milk to feed the hungry school." The bearded bull said.

"I don't see any harm in that." Shawn replied, groping at Zack's plump pectorals that continued to leak onto his chest with every squeeze. "And we do have a lot of milk to go around. Just think about the other students changing because of the milk we can give. All of them becoming cows and bulls that we can have fun with later."

"As long as you're there, I think I'm ready for anything." Zack said, nuzzling Shawn.