On to Uniform Fitting

Sam's cock twitched at the prospect of finding a new hole to fuck. "I'm going to make you scream my name," he said to Cassie, whose hand had drifted down to unbutton her shorts as she stood over him.

"Uh-Uh..." She shook a finger from her other hand seductive. "We still need to get you a uniform."

"Oh yeah..." Sam said. "But didn't you already measure me?" He wagged his deflating cock at her, before sitting sitting up. "You have all the info you need, right? Can't you just go in the back and grab me a couple of shirts or something?"

Cassie went and picked her tank-top up off the floor. "Oh no, sweetie..." She put it up over her head "the fitting isn't about picking a size..." When she pulled down the shirt, Sam couldn't believe it: Cassie's breasts conformed to the edges of the shirt, jamming inside. Even though the tank-top was clearly too small, Cassie didn't struggle to fit herself inside it. "The tailor needs to make a mold." With clothes back on, she walked towards a clear plexiglass door into the second chamber. As the door opened, Cassie wiggled peach-shaped butt back at him, beckoning him to follow.

Sam hopped off the table and went to put his shorts on.

"Oh and you won't need those clothes..." Cassie said, turning around and place her arm on a white counter. Once your in the system, the tailor will make new versions of your old stuff, but sexier. Plus, if you stuff gets dirty during your... activities... you can always grab a new replica: There are canteens in most of the buildings."

Sam dropped the shorts and walked into the second room. As he noticed when first walked into the orientation lounge, the uniform room resembled the front of a dry cleaners' shop. He could now see that, behind the white counter, instead of a back wall, the room extended back seemingly indefinitely. Like a dry cleaners', two rotation mechanical racks on either side of the space lines with plastic-wrapped clothes.

Cassie rang a brass bell on the counter, presumably calling the person she called "the tailor," and then gently pulled his cock to bring him in close. "Listen," she whispered into Sam's ear. "I am so horny after the exam and I want to be first be one to take that mommy-maker." She continued massaging Sam's flaccid penis. He looked down and saw she was holding out a white spherical pill in her hand. He didn't examine the pill too closely, however, because she had taken her shorts off and vigorously thrusting two fingers from her other hand in and out of her pussy. "I'm not supposed to do this, but if you take this right now you will be ready to fuck again in like five minutes..."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "How is that..."

"...Possible?" Cassie said, her voice getting tense, shaky. "I can't really say, but I can tell you that it's safe. There are guys here who have been taking it for years so they can fuck all day. They may ask you to take it later and you'll definitely get free access to it too after the first week or so."

They could hear footsteps. It was now or never...