Magnus Reeves planted his large hands over her soft breasts, rubbing fist fulls of warm oil into the pores of her skin. The olive oil was mixed with his own seed, and tingled against her sensitive nerves. Her enlarged areola’s throbbed as the mixture absorbed through her puffy layers of kin, soothing the soft tissue, and milk ducts underneath. The length of her nipples were stiff enough for him to wrap two of his meaty fingers around, and his thumb rubbed in circular motions around the tip. All it would take was a tiny pull, or a gentle suckle, and she would be adding another ingredient to the oils composition.
Sophia gasped as she laid back against the mans broad chest, letting him rub her engorged flesh ever so gently. Her legs twitched as another brother, Magnus’s Vice President, showed off his tongues flexibility and skill while pleasuring her enlarged clit. She was so wet with his head between her legs, her stomach rolled and her loins quivered under his control.
“Did you know that olive oil helps increase the blood flow in your bust?” Magnus’s voice was sincere, and somehow dignified. “It also helps the lymphatic system, ensuring your breasts can grow firmer, more toned, and well formed.”
“You certainly know a lot about olive oil.” Sophia’s eyes grew heavy. After suffering through eight orgasms, there was little energy left in her broken form. Even her tattoo’s were growing fainter as time dragged on.
Magnus continued. “My family just so happens to be the only ones who grow olives in the city.” His hands continued to massage her tenderly. “The oil also helps to soften, and moisturize the skin, making your breasts appear more elastic.”
Sophia was exhausted, her breasts ached something fierce, and her head felt clouded. Perhaps it was the overwhelming smell of olive oils, and manly love on her skin, but Sophia couldn’t help but feel a little disoriented.
Just before she fell asleep, Sophia felt herself being forced on all fours with a hard slap on her rear cheek. “We’re not done yet little pawn,” Magnus’s voice was as lively and energetic as his manhood. Before she could interject, Sophia felt a new collar wrap around her throat, and buckle tightly. It had been a new gift from Magnus, one better suited to his style with decorated crossbones and studs along the length of leather. She had been ordered to wear it whenever walking on their floor, and he loved utilizing its constraining controls whenever she was around.
“Your girlfriend mentioned you have a thing for this. I’m so glad she was right.” Magnus leaned over as his member explored her depths. “I’m going to test you to the limit. You’re so damn loose anyway, how else can I make you clamp down on my cock?”
Before she could lash back at the crude accusation, the guy in front of her thrusted his own manhood before her face. His dark mocha colored skin drew her attention, along with his dark black hair. Green eyes looked down upon her with pure lustful excitement. Rail Adonis, Vice President and Junior of the House of Contact, stood three inches taller than Magnus himself, and was strikingly handsome by comparison as well.
“Damnit, I bet her throat’s even tighter then her pussy,” Rail groaned as he parted her chapped lips with his own ridiculously large phallus. Sophia’s jaw felt sore taking all of him in, but she fiendishly guzzled his flavor with relish.
In truth, the Vice President’s cock was more impressive than his counterpart. If Sophia had any say, she would’ve preferred the roles reversed, but she couldn’t protest while being spit roasted between them.
“Fuck, I’m going to breed you like a common street whore.” Magnus’s hands pressed firmly onto her hips, keeping her pinned in place. Sophia’s soft breast rested against the floor, making it easier to remain fixed on all fours.
“Your going to knock her up at this rate boss,” Rail clasped his hands around her throat as he gasped.
“I”m surprised she isn’t knocked up already, she’s already fucked half the brotherhood!” Magnus wasn’t wrong. That newborn itch in Sophia’s erogenous zones had grown insatiable ever since her sisters modified her body.
Unable to breath, Sophia fell into an ocean of pleasure, feeling the squirming of hot flesh expanding in her throat, and against her cervix. Fourteen inches of manly pressure moulded her inner walls, while at least sixteen inches plunged down her esophagus. Her eyes rolled back, as darkness began to fizzle along the edges of her vision. A spark of endorphins lit up her synapses, as the lack of airflow sent her brain into a panicked frenzy.
When her ninth orgasm rushed to the surface, a bright light flashed in front of her eyes. As if staring into the eyes of god, Sophia’s heart nearly exploded in her chest as her womb gushed. Her entire body convulsed, only to be wracked by subsequent spasms as a shooting star of endorphins surged from her stomach, up her body, and through her limbs. Her belly swelled as Magnus emptied his balls in her guts, meanwhile a hose-full of sauce provided her stomach with a meals worth of baby batter.
Both men took their time enjoying her seizing body before finally slipping free from her sloppy orifices. Laying on her breasts, Sophia slunk low and puked up streams of white substances before finally gasping for air.
“I think we may have overdone it,” Magnus sighed from behind her. Gently, he reached out to rub her back, helping Sophia cough up another slurp of sticky semen. “Yo Rail, mind taking her back to her room?”
“Sure,” the Vice President had fallen on his rear in front of her. His legs were spread wide, revealing his still-swollen erection. Sophia could see its veins beating as it slowly reduced in size.
“Come on darling, time to get some rest.” It took a moment, but Rail finally got up and didn’t even bother to find his trousers. Carefully, he helped to lift Sophia back on her feet, and let her lean against him with his arm around her torso.
As they left the presidents private room, and entered the hallway of the eighteenth floor, Sophia couldn’t help but hear the panting and moaning coming from their restroom. The door was open, and as they passed, Sophia couldn’t help but look inside. She could see stalls where men were waiting in line.
“That’s the breeding stations,” Vince sported a grin. “For women who know they’re about to be expelled, but want to get on the governments teet with the repopulation program. They sign up, take a stall, and let any of the brothers f-ck them until they can no longer walk.”
“Fun times,” Sophia chuckled. She wondered when feeling would return to her own legs as Vince helped to guide her down all the stairs.
It took him twenty minutes to make what should’ve been a five minute stroll. By the time he made it to her room, Sophia’s roommates were flustered and surprised upon seeing him. Marybeth with her lean frame and golden hair was already hoping to goad him inside, while Sera seemed frozen in bewilderment.
“Same time tomorrow?” Rail asked Sophia with a slight stutter, as if somehow embarrassed. Both Sophia’s roommates seemed jealous, although it was Marybeth that had the courage to tempt him further. She disrobed immediately, and pressed her breasts together to illicit his attention. Naked, his shaft stiffened at the prospect.
As a gentlemen, he didn’t simply throw Sophia to the ground as she might’ve expected. Instead he carefully helped her lay on her bed, then stroked her hair away from her eyes. Rail leaned in close before turning his attention to the other Rachelle’s behind him. “I hope you carry my baby, so tomorrow morning why don’t you visit my room first.”
“Ok,” Sophia closed her eyes, and turned to her side so that she could feign sleep while the stud began to plow her roommates. While their little party was continued, Sophia subtly reached underneath her mattress, where a small capsule was waiting for her. She would have to get more soon, although Sophia knew part of the reason she was always ill with stomach aches was because of the contraceptions.
She couldn’t help but notice the brand icon on the small capsule as well, it sported a narrow pointed logo that looked oddly like a devilish tail. Sophia reminded herself to ask Helena where she got them to begin with, but swallowed the medicine without anyone seeing.
As Sophia slowly faded to sleep, with the sounds of both her roommates wailing from the size of Rails manhood, her stomach growled having ingested the pill. Her dreams, meanwhile, were a maelstrom of lecherous fantasies, and creeping shadows.
