Twister Time

The bustle of a limo's worth of horny 18 year olds pouring back into your house might have been a nightmare for any other parent, but you saw it as an opportunity. You'd spent the evening while Chris and his friends were at the dance zooming in on all the photos you took before they left and thinking about how obvious their bulges were in their dress pants... well, except for Chris that is... You could barley notice a slight ridge in his, but that was probably from his whole package being contained by a pair of cute panties. Regardless, you had an idea for how to keep this party in line, while also satisfying a few of your own urges... Twister!

"How was the dance everyone? I bet it was a ton of fun. Why don't you all get upstairs and change, I've got something picked out for you all to do for a bit while I get some good pictures for the yearbook!" Pulling Chris aside as everyone else went to change clothes, "Honey, would you scamper up to the attic and pull out the old Twister mat? I think it's in the back, so be careful to not get in the insulation. You can change afterwards so I can get it setup for your friends, okay?"

Sending Chris on his way, you felt like you smelled something funky on him, but there was no time to dwell on that. You instead turned to the kitchen and started double checking all the snacks and drinks you had bought for the night. As the guys and girls all come back to the living room, you get them to gather for a posed picture before letting them get at the food. As they broke from the photo, Chris came in with the game mat and spinner, complaining about you not waiting for him to get a picture.

"Oh sweetie, I'm gonna take a lot of pictures tonight. Just hurry up and change so you can get in on the fun. I'll get one of you later and I can edit you into the group one. You won't be able to tell the difference!"

You gave him a quick smack on his backside as he turned to his room, and it made him jump, embarrassed, and rush off to change before anyone could see him blush. Smiling to yourself you took the Twister mat and spread it out on the living room floor, to which all the guys reacted excitedly.

"Oh, girls are going first for sure!" "Ms. Lawrence, you gonna get in on it?" "You gotta play!"

Waving them off, you call up the girls first to get all the guys invested. All thirteen of them are sitting or standing around the living room, watching Rose and her friends get in position, and there's certainly plenty to look at. Bailey, Jessie, and Liz are all wearing those scrunch-back leggings that make their backsides *pop* and cute crop tops. Rose, Kira, and Monica have different varieties of biker and workout shorts on paired with oversized hoodies, which do little to hide how perfectly defined their booties are.

As you spin the first few rounds, it's clear that all the girls have one thing in common... Each one has an ass that just begs to be man-handled! So pillowy soft, yet fit, that leggings and tight, little workout shorts demanded your gaze so effectively that it should be illegal. Of course, they were all incredibly cute and the rest of their bodies were as well-formed as their backsides, but it was simply unfair that at 18, these girls were already so... clearly a dominant sexual **** in the world. Men didn't stand a chance, much less Chris. The fact that he had held onto Rose for so long was a testament to her good heart, because she was on par with the other girls; just trended more "cute" than "goddess." That title was shared by Bailey and Liz, who had "the look" of just dominating any man or boy that dared look at them to match their impossibly proportioned bodies. They were dating Eric and Darren, but were showing off for everyone in the room. Monica had a much more of a down to earth vibe that put her a bit lesser than "goddess" status, but that's all that separated her from the top two. She only had eyes for Clay, and tried to orient herself so that he always had the best view. Kira and Rose were the cutest of the six girls, and their bubbly personalities made them everyone's favorite. Kira had the advantage of having a few more "handfuls" available than Rose, but otherwise they were peas in a pod. Kira's boyfriend was actually one of Chris' best friends on the team; he played receiver and was also on the shorter side, so it made sense that she and Rose were so close. Last was Jessie, but she was definitely not lesser in any way. She had the finest, most sculpted booty of the whole group, and she was the only one that could be considered serious most of the time. She and Juan had been dating for a few months, and she still seemed a bit cold to him, but his eyes were glued to her ass every hour of every day...

Forty-five minutes of giggling and jiggling had every guy in the room entranced. You could practically cut the arousal in the room with a knife, and that was before the guys started calling for you to join in. With each spin, the girls would bend and stretch in every way to show off their best angles for the room, even Rose made sure to let everyone get an eyeful. Jessie won the first round, and Bailey the second, and you finally gave in to join them on the third. Even with as fit as you were, competing next to the girls made you feel a bit self-conscious, plus you didn't really want to put on too much of a show in front of Chris, so the sweater stayed on as you caved to the pressure.

"You girls take it easy on me, I'm not as spry as all of you!"

"Don't worry Ms. Lawrence, I'll spin good just for you!"

After a right hand yellow, a left foot green, right foot red, and a left hand blue all of you were twisted into a big, beautiful pretzel of sexy bodies, and just a few spins later you were all in a pile on the mat. From the floor, it was clear to see just how much the guys were enjoying the show, as every single one of them was sporting a healthy chub in their shorts and sweatpants. Except for Chris of course, who had more of a knob-like protrusion visible.

Once the boys began their turn, it was painfully clear just how poorly Chris compares. He's certainly flexible, but they all seem so much more manly than he does, and their shorts are doing them all sorts of favors. Even their legs are eye candy, not to mention the ever-shifting bulges in their shorts... After a few rounds of the girls giggling at the show, and nudging each other in the ribs to bring attention to any "good view" that pops up, everything came to a sudden and calamitous halt when Jason slipped and kicked Chris so hard in the groin that he leapt back into air with a squeak and bonked his head against the mantle, knocking him out cold! The girls all gasped while everyone jumped to see if he was okay, you and Rose the first to arrive.

"Oh my god, Chris are you okay?"

"Baby, are you hurt? Can you hear me? Chris? Here, Marcus; go get me some ice. Boys, you help me get him to his bed, I want to check on him in there."

With Chris is his bed, and Rose holding a bag of ice on the back of his head, you began to search his body for other injuries. You figured that he had a concussion, but it didn't seem too serious, but your mind was more-so preoccupied with what a kick of that **** from the team's punter might do to Chris' boy bits; with all the work and research you had been doing over the last two months at risk, you had to know if they were still in working order.

"Rose, I have to assume you're okay with seeing Chris naked, since you've been dating forever now, but I may have to talk you through some things... See, he's been helping me with a study I've been doing, and we had to make some specific changes you may find odd. Don't worry! It's not anything weird, I'm just monitoring the effect of over-stimulation and reversing what I feel may be atrophying impacts of such over-stimulation, then comparing the results to what seems to be a hyper-increase in libido amongst other males following the Covid-based societal pause that occurred. It's all quite eye-opening, I swear!"

As you spoke on how Chris entered your treatment, and just what it entailed on a weekly basis, Rose watched with shocked curiosity as you revealed Chris's tiny equipment packaged so nicely in a cute thong. She turned bright red when you explained that it's all he wore since they fit him so well, and kept him so much more secure than when he wore baggy boxers or briefs. You didn't expect the smell of cum to hit both of you as strongly as it did however, and it was clear that something had happened in his pants during the dance, which led you to speak about how you often put him in a chastity cage, to prevent just the level of over-stimulation that had started you on the path in the first place. You pulled one out of his nightstand to show her, and as she examined it, you pulled his panties off and used a wipe to clean his sticky crotch and butt-cheeks up. Once he was clean, you had Rose pick Chris out a clean panty to put on as you secured him his favorite pink cage, but when she opened the drawer she found a few other things that made her blush even harder!

"Oh! Um... Ms. Lawrence, what does Chris have these for?"

She was holding a purple, double-ended dildo, a butt plug, and a bottle of lube.

"Those? Oh, sometimes I let him use his own toys if I can't be around to milk him on the weekends... Did I forget to mention that? It's how I'm getting data. See, I can't really stimulate him in a... regular way, so I've researched the most efficient methods for extracting a sample. It's called, 'milking' and Chris has really taken to it. He's basically ready for it at all times, since I like to make sure he's not sneaking any release when he's not under supervision. Don't worry, he's still a perfectly normal boy; I hope this doesn't change you opinion on him, you two are so cute together! Here, why don't you stay in here with him tonight and keep an eye on him, I'll head downstairs and make sure this party wraps up and everyone gets a ride home. Feel free to freshen up in the bathroom, and let me know if you need anything!"