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By the time evening came around, several empty syringes were laying in the container and both you and Bobby were collapsed on the bedroom sheets. You were exhausted beyond exhausted and, quite frankly, if your dick fell off any moment, you would not be surprised. There was just no way a human being could pump out that much semen in one day and not be just a walking zombie, shriveled up and emaciated. Modern science had not let you down. You weren't sure, though, whether you should be happy or not.

Glancing aside, you looked at the woman laying next to you, also equally exhausted, but her with a flushed face and neck and panting even while knocked out. There was no way to think of this woman as Bobby, the twink, any more. By about noon, you had been fucking long and hard enough, depositing enough cum, that you watched her cock recede into her body and formed a pussy, moist and damp, and so ready for you that you just went ahead and injected yourself before you pulled out of her mouth, turned her tits up, and fucked her missionary. The scream she let out from you busting her hymen quickly dissipated until you heard nothing but moans, yells, and when she came, she shrieked in your ear. Brandi was a squirter, Bobby was a yeller. Nice collection, if you said so.

Her body exchanging genitalia, though, only caused you to get more and more driven and you barely let her rest from one orgasm before you grabbed her and began to fuck her again, pinning her down against the mattress with her hands held above her head. She was whimpering and crying at the same time moaning and you leaned in and kissed her hard, passionately, and she returned every bit of it to you, grabbing onto your body and pulling you in as deep as you could.

Her breasts came afterwards and you made sure that you were tit-fucking some large grapefruits within an hour of their appearance on her chest. For added pleasure, though, you tweaked her a bit and when she came from your nineteenth dose of cum, her nipples squirted out milk. The two of you watched, a bit enthralled, as a milk fountain arched from her nipples and coated your chest and then the blanket. Every bounce, every orgasm, she poured more and more milk. Her breasts began to grow bigger and they pumped more milk until the small dribbles became a steady stream of milk.

Now, as you looked at her, she was laying in a puddle on the bed that was half milk and half cum and she looked 100% deliriously out of it. You just sighed before you shook your head and turned to look back at the door. Monica came in, took one smell, and giggled a bit. "Damn, you really fucked her a new one, didn't you, baby?"

"I'm proud of my work."

She just playfully slapped you before she reached down and helped you get up and the two of you hobbled out of the room and she helped you into the shower. "I'll say...thought you'd break windows if you kept her hollerin' like that."

"She's got quite the mouth."

"I'll bet."

You sighed before she took out the device. "Look, you ready for the next shot? It's almost time."

"Fuckin' hell..."