Go check on the other girls

Jake Trask's house backyard, at 4:01 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

Brandon pulls his softening cock from your cum-dripping pussy, his large hands releasing your bronze hips. You reach down to yank your leather micro-shorts back up over your soaked thighs, the thick load he just pumped into you already beginning to leak out and soak through the material.

"That was incredible," Brandon mutters behind you, and you finally turn to see him—tall Chinese-American guy, maybe twenty-two, athletic build, short black hair matted with sweat. He's grinning as he tucks his thick nine-inch cock back into his board shorts. "You're even tighter than you look."

You don't respond, already walking past him on unsteady bronze legs toward where you last saw the other transformed girls. Your DD-cups bounce with each step inside your leather corset, still sensitive from the intense Breeder Surprise orgasm moments ago.

First you spot Milky across the deck near the outdoor bar. She's pressed against a tall muscular white guy—early twenties, maybe six-three, buzz cut, massive shoulders. His board shorts are around his ankles, and Milky is on her knees in front of him, her caramel hands wrapped around what has to be the thickest cock you've seen all day. Ten inches at least, veiny and pulsing.

"Jesus Christ, it's so big," Milky breathes reverently, her green eyes wide with worship as she strokes the massive shaft. "I need this inside me—need you to breed me with this perfect cock—"

"Kyle Martinez," the guy grunts, gripping Milky's long black hair. "And yeah, you're gonna get every inch, gorgeous."

Milky's F-cup breasts are completely exposed now, her sheer tank top pulled up above them, milk visibly leaking from her stiff nipples and dripping onto the deck. She opens her mouth wide and takes Kyle's swollen head between her full lips, immediately moaning around it.

Further along the deck, you find Candy bent over a patio table with Connor still buried balls-deep in her golden-tan pussy from behind. Her massive H-cups press against the glass tabletop, squashed beneath her athletic frame.

"Such a good obedient slut," Connor groans, gripping Candy's platinum blonde hair and pulling her head back. "You belong to me now, don't you?"

"Yes!" Candy gasps, her sapphire eyes glazed with submission. "Yours—only yours—please use me however you want—"

Connor slaps her thick ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her tan skin. "Gonna keep you all night. Gonna breed this pussy over and over."

Back by the pool lounger, Cumslut is still recovering from James's creampie, lying sprawled across the cushions with her petite tan thighs spread wide. Thick globs of cum leak steadily from her freshly-fucked pink pussy. Neil—the shorter guy with glasses—is kneeling between her legs now, his average cock in hand.

"Can I have a turn?" Neil asks eagerly, stroking himself. "Please? I've been watching this whole time—"

"Yes—fuck me—breed me—" Cumslut whimpers, still desperate despite just being filled. "Need more cum inside me—"

Cherry is nowhere immediately visible, though you hear her distinctive high-pitched moans coming from somewhere inside the house.

The backyard is still packed with at least twenty-five people, many filming on their phones, others engaged in their own sexual activities now that the pheromones from three sources have driven the entire party into a frenzy.