Go back outside to see what Milky is doing with Kyle's massive cock

(From Milky's perspective)

Jake Trask's house backyard outdoor bar area, at 4:10 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

My name is Milky now—used to be Marcus—and right now I'm kneeling between Kyle Martinez's massive muscular thighs, staring up at the biggest cock I've ever seen in my entire fucking life.

It's magnificent.

Ten inches long, at least—maybe more—and so thick my caramel fingers can barely wrap around it. The shaft is covered in thick veins that pulse visibly with his heartbeat. The head is swollen and dark, glistening with pre-cum that drips steadily from the slit. His balls hang heavy below, the size of golf balls, churning with what must be an absolutely massive load.

I need it. I need it so fucking badly it hurts.

The Cock Worship Compulsion has completely taken over my brain. From the moment I saw Kyle's monster shaft—watched him pull it out after cumming inside Candi—I couldn't think about anything else. It's like a switch flipped in my transformed mind. Every other cock at this party became invisible. Every other desire faded into background noise.

There is only Kyle's cock.

"You gonna worship it or just stare?" Kyle grins down at me, his buzz-cut head tilted back confidently against the outdoor bar stool. His massive shoulders flex as he spreads his legs wider, giving me better access. "Come on, beautiful. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

I lean forward eagerly, my massive F-cup breasts swaying beneath my sheer white mesh tank top—still leaking milk steadily, leaving wet spots on the fabric. My black leather micro-skirt rides up around my wide hips as I adjust my position, giving everyone behind me a perfect view of my thick ass barely covered by my black lace thong.

I don't care who's watching. The Show Off effect makes me want them to watch.

My full lips part as I extend my tongue, dragging it slowly up the underside of Kyle's shaft from base to tip. The taste explodes across my taste buds—salty, musky, mixed with Candi's pussy juices still coating him. The Oral Pleasure effect sends waves of intense arousal straight to my core. My pussy clenches and floods with wetness.

"Fuck," Kyle groans, his hand coming down to grip my silky black hair. "That's it. Lick every inch."

I obey without hesitation, my tongue worshipping his massive cock with devoted attention. I trace every vein, lap at the sensitive spot just below his head, then swirl around the swollen tip—gathering his pre-cum and swallowing it eagerly. The taste is intoxicating. Addictive.

My green eyes stay locked on his face, watching his expression shift from confident amusement to genuine pleasure.

"Goddamn," he mutters, his grip tightening in my hair. "You're fucking good at this."

Pride swells in my chest at his praise. My transformed body responds with another surge of arousal—my nipples hardening until they visibly poke through the wet mesh fabric, milk beginning to leak faster.

I open my mouth wide and take the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently while my tongue continues to work. His thick shaft stretches my jaw uncomfortably, but I don't care. The Oral Pleasure effect turns even the discomfort into pleasure.

"More," Kyle commands, his hips shifting forward. "Take it deeper. I know you can handle it."

I moan around his cock—a desperate, needy sound—and begin to sink down further, taking inch after inch of his massive length into my mouth and throat.