Training Day for Julia

Waking up at three in the morning is a much more acceptable thing when its because the co-ed sharing a bed with you and your wife decided to slip it in because she had a wet dream. Tom moaned as Carrie ground against him in bed, lazily moving her hips until he felt her clamp down on him. Soon his own flood of seed rushed into her and she fell asleep, his transformative pearly white goo leaking a little out of her.

Waking up at four-thirty to an interrupted alarm and your newly bimboified wife cleaning your cock with her mouth is also acceptable. Tom would have loved to sleep in, but flooding Katherine's mouth with his man goo was better. She gave him a small peck on the cheek before pulling on a workout top and shorts. "Thanks for the protein shake, honeybear," she said before bouncing out of the room. Carrie woke up as she left.

"Should we get ready for work?" she asked, looking up at Tom, pressing his arm between her breasts.

"Yeah, I think we should. We need to get Julia on board," he said, reminding himself of what was at stake today. She pouted a little, and Tom looked at her. "You can remind me in the car what you think we need to do."

Carrie started detailing how she saw everything working as they drove to the cafe. His cum made people happier and they wanted to make him happy. To do the most good for the community, they needed to dose as many adults as possible.

"Okay, but we have two major issues," Tom said as they pulled in. "One, I don't know if it effects everyone with what I want for them. And two, we still need to get at least Julia and the rest of the house on board before we try this idea. Most people I haven't... can we not call it turned? It makes me sound like a zombie or something."

"More a vampire. Cumpires. But okay, we haven't influenced yet. That better?" Carrie asked.

"Sure. We need more people influenced, because the non-influenced don't want to drink cum."

"You still spiked those drinks for my parents."

"Right, but you were okay with it because you'd taken multiple loads already and wanted ****."

"Okay, that's fair. So we get Julia this morning, then at home its Samantha, Logan and Charly. You already got Katherine and Wanda."

"Yeah, they'd been getting drips of it. I think we get them in reverse order tonight or tomorrow. Charly first. I get the feeling we can get them back to back. I'll need-"

"I'll make sure you have a protein shake before you get Charly, Sir," Carrie said with a smile. "Then Logan? Not Samantha yet?"

"I have a feeling she wants it bad enough she'll be okay waiting, if that makes any sense. Her change... she's not the same as you, Katherine, Wanda or Ashleigh."

"That's why I think your desires play into it. Samantha is acting younger than her age-" Carrie was interrupted by a furious tapping on the window. Julia, bundled up, glared through the window.

"Hey, it's fucking cold, can we go inside?" she asked, a simmer of rage behind her voice. Tom nodded to her and opened the door, leaving his car.

"Sorry about that. Today's a bit of a training day, so no big worries," Tom said, wanting to calm down Julia. Her amber eyes stared at him through her bang-framed face.

"Are you adjusting up for the lack of tips?" Julia said, acid in her words as Tom unlocked the door.

"Of course," Tom said as he let the women in. After he closed the door, Carrie spoke up.

"So, how much have you been wanting to suck Tom's dick yesterday?" she asked. Julia froze, looking completely like a deer in the headlights.

"Wh-what?" she asked.

"It happened to me too. It's the syrup. Tom's syrup," Carrie said, grabbing Tom's cock through his jeans.

"You... you gave me your cum!?" Julia yelled at him.

"Do you want more?" Tom asked. Carrie grinned.

"It'd make Tom happy if you did," she said. Julia's breath caught in her throat. Her boss has slipped her his disg- yummy delicious cum. She didn't want it- didn't want to not have it over her tongue. She needed to tell the world how wonderful it is. Julia blinked. She was running to the front door. Now she was on her knees, unzipping Tom's jeans as a damned energy drink can of flesh with two limes behind it, the light, musky smell of her boss filling her nostrils, filling her entire field of sensation.

"... Tom... I can't fucking believe I'm asking this. Can I suck your dick?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Do it. Be a good girl and suck it," Tom said before grabbing a handful of Julia's curly black hair. The goth Latina, who had come in for a normal shift at the coffee shop, took her boss's thick manhood into her mouth and began to give him head like it was the only way into heaven. The taste and smell of him was subtle - he had showered the day before. It was perfect. She needed it. Her head bobbed up and down on him, the sounds of her gagging echoing in the backroom as her eyes rolled back in her head. Even before she had dosed herself, she loved giving head, and had even come from it once or twice. This time, it was more. A gush of liquid soaked her panties as she squirted from the sensation of Tom's cock on her tongue. The ridges, the veins, the skin, all of it was exactly the sensation she needed to get off. She pulled back for a breath.

"Fuck... please cum for me, Tom. Please," she begged. She started jerking him off, pulling her hoodie open to show her shirt. She lifted the shirt with her other hand. "Do you like my big fat tits? You can fuck them if you want." He grinned.

"More throat. I'll fuck your tits later," he said before pulling her head down harder onto his length, stopping short of her throat because of her hand. Being used like this made Julia squirt again, soaking her panties beyond usefulness. Her moans got louder until eventually Tom grunted. She pulled back to get as much of his sweet, salty cum into her mouth as she moaned around his cock head. She swallowed it, showing Tom her full mouth then it empty.

"So... is... today's training just us fucking?" she asked, her mind now loving the idea of Tom taking every one of her holes. _Other people need to feel this good, _she thought.

"Part of it. Let me get a snack and I'll tell you what to expect," Tom said as Carrie went to get them some breakfast sandwiches from the freezer. He walked towards his office and Julia followed. "How do you feel?"

Julia stopped. "Floaty. Airy. I... feel special? Like I want to make you happy as I can because you made me happy." She let out a little giggle. "Everyone should be this happy," she said.

"Okay, good, it's already affecting you. My cum makes people happy, and you want to be happy," Tom said, unsure why he was so matter-of-fact. "And once I creampie you, you get to become perfected. Like Carrie."

Julia froze. "Perfected?"

"I'm still learning how it works, but tell me what you want to be like, and I'll try my best. Bigger tits? Flatter tummy?"

Julia laughed. "So you fuck me, and I suddenly lose 20 pounds but keep my fat ass and tits?" She snorted. "If that works, I'll work for free."

"No need for that. Let me know when you want it. And it takes about an hour. Maybe more." Tom smirked at her. "I might fuck you more often than once though."

"We'll see how you do, then we'll talk, Boss," Julia said back.

After they ate the breakfast sandwiches, there was a commotion by the front door. Tom pulled his pants back up and went to answer the door and tell them the cafe was closed - only to find Paul pounding on the door.