Academy Days: Mechanist’s Club – 6 [❤️❤️]

Thursday may think he’s sly, but he isn’t that good at keeping secrets. As the newest member of the Thursday Appreciation Club, you’ve confirmed a lot of tidbits that you long suspected. Sure, Snik, Bumble, Tumble, and Grumble were sneaky. They managed to keep their salacious relationship with Thursday under wraps for long enough.

Come on! Did they really think his brewery was secret? He comes to the garage stinking of alcohol every other day. You and the other girls have known he was making some of the good stuff for a while, you all just thought he was shy about it. So when the Thursday Appreciators revealed where the magic happens (mostly in the background of a lot of shirtless photos) you took it upon yourself to take a peek.

You know, to see if he needed a little guidance.

You, Glimmer, severely underestimated the scale of what he was working on. What used to be Attraction House’s boiler room has been turned into a massive operation. There must be like, twenty casks that he’s working on. More than makes sense for just one guy to take care of, no matter how big and buff he is.

How does he even find the time to sleep?

Naturally, as his upperclassman, you’ve decided to give him a helping hand. Without telling him about it. You’re not exactly going to walk up to him and say ‘Hey Thursday, I know about your super-secret and really illegal brewery. Can I help?’ No, you’ve decided to do the goblin thing and sneak in through a window while he’s at some party, make some small corrections, and reap the rewards when it starts paying off.

You can imagine the look on his face when you finagle a way to increase his yield. You’ll be leaning against the retrofitted boiler, cocksure smile and your overall strap drooping from your shoulder. And if it ends up with his fat, gut-busting, fertile cock thrusting inside you, well, all the better, right?

“Glimmer, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shake yourself out of your daydream. “How’s it looking?”

You’re not too big of an expert on fermentation, though. Forging, piping, heating, engineering, sure! The chemical aspect, ehhhh…Thankfully, you’ve got some friends. Sippy and Ziki from the arcanomechanist club have got far more experience, and you convinced them to lend a hand.

“It’s decent.” Ziki leans in on one of the barrels and takes a deep sniff. “Basic stuff. Not dwarven quality. He’d get some batches that would satisfy some goblins that don’t know much better. For plebs like humans and elves, it’ll get the job done.”

Ziki twirls a lock of her dark hair between her fingers as she thinks. She doesn’t react when Sippy hangs upside down from her knees to hand her some of the pages you helped them copy from the club’s massive book, simply looking them over to compare with the distiller Thursday jury-rigged. It’s from the earliest pages of the centuries-old book, back when the club was entirely dwarven.

It’s so old, there are notes by the founder of the club in the margins. Usually curt criticisms of designs made by club members. Every now and then, there were corrections that blew you away in terms of complexity and innovation.

Whoever ‘AEM’ was, even Lightspeed had to admit the guy was a genius.

“I still can’t believe there’s so many blueprints for fermentation vessels and automatic keggers with temperature control.” Ziki runs her hand through her inverted bob and sighs. “You’d think the Alchemical Safety Administration would have taken confiscated this already…”

“And risk getting all the fuzzy-chins upset for snooping through their Books of Grudges?” Sippy pulls herself up and takes some exaggerated steps on the pipes of the makeshift distillery. “Fihihihi, fat chance!”

You avoid looking at the bounce in the athletic blonde’s chest as she swishes her slaav han dels about. Even though the weather’s getting colder, Sippy still wears a pair of tight jeans and a crop top. She likes to make a statement.

“I swear to Booba, if you start ranting about the Dwarven Guild again, I’m going to shit a brick.” Ziki says, then points to one of the larger distillers made from two bathtubs welded haphazardly together. “Okay, we can start working on that one. The batch it’s working on can’t get much worse.”

It does look kinda…off. Like someone knew what they needed, then hunted through a bunch of abandoned buildings to get materials and unemployed art students to cobble something together.

To be fair, a lot of goblin arcanomech looks a lot messier than dwarven stuff. Dwarven tech is made from high quality, uniform materials, and moves synchronously like a great clockwork piece. Goblins have been working with what they had on hand for centuries and letting ritual magic fill in the gaps. The end result has its own, messy elegance, even if it makes weird noises and occasionally sparks dangerously.

When it comes down to it, they’re rooted in two different design philosophies of two different races. Engineer that you are, you recognize the shapes and lines that each engineer brings from their culture. Even AEM’s incredibly detailed designs and revolutionary processes bear the hallmarks of a dwarven upbringing, underneath all of his unique brass and copper stylings. Thursday’s…looks like they’re out of this world.

It’s more obvious as you help the other two take the ramshackle distillery apart. Thursday’s signature methods are a weird mish-mash of the things he learns in the dwarven-led engineering classes and what he’s picked up in the arcanomechanist’s club. And at the base of it all is a style that’s neither as powerful as the dwarves, nor as clever as the goblins, but intuitive in its own way. A modular mentality with a focus on copper wiring and electrical signals for the more delicate stuff.

“You know, huff, I’m surprised the city guard or the Holy Knights haven’t brought you in for indecent exposure.” Ziki gives Sippy a glance as you help her move the welded bathtubs. You ignore the burning sensation in your ears when she brings it up. “In my freshman year, the Holy Knights, huff, hauled off half a dozen goblins for a ‘disciplinary review’, and one of them even got sent to a convent.”

“Sucks to suck.” Sippy shrugs, holding a few corroded pieces of piping in one hand. “I’m fast and small enough that they never catch me. It’s been getting especially easier lately. A lot less of them around the church, too…”

“Why are you hanging near the church?” Ziki rolls her eyes. “At this point, you’re just asking to be bound and punished.”

You bite your bottom lip and shuffle your thighs.

“Fihihi! They wish!” She slaps her ass. “No way they catch me. There’s barely enough of them guarding the doors anyways.”

Sippy and Ziki are so lucky you masturbated earlier. Or unlucky.

Either way, there’s no chance you’ll be sharing Thursday’s dick before you have a proper turn. You’re tired of molds and dildos! And no matter how much you want to eat out Sippy every time she stretches, or shuffles her tight butt, or moves in a way that her nipple pokes through the thin fabric…you’re not gonna share that dick!

It’d be like gorging yourself on train station sandwiches before getting home for the Grand Matron’s Day Cowgoaturducken!

So for now, you’ll keep yourself in check. When you finally get dicked down by a real man, maybe you’ll let the ECS thing slip to a Sippy. And Ziki. And maybe a couple of the other girls.

“You’ve been quiet, Glimmer.” Sippy says off-handedly. “Anything on your mind?”

Fat cock. Fucking. That irresistible scent.

“Just wondering if you’re still trying to get with that guy from the Skull Frat.” You stop twisting a bolt to point the wrench at her. “Or was the gloomy goblin studying pre-law not fun enough for you?”

“Puh-lease,” She flips one of her twintails over her shoulder and leans against the spine of the automatic distiller you’re building. You’re a bit annoyed she hasn’t been helping much, even though she’s just here to make sure the ingredients are right. “He was so by-the-book! I was hoping that I’d get him to go a little wild, maybe kiss me behind the twelve o’clock tower. He wouldn’t even fricken’ hug me, the bastard!”

To think you once thought Sippy was playing her relationships fast and loose.

“Now this, I’ve got to hear.” Ziki winces as she holds up the part you’re working on. “You think we can nab a few mugs without Thursday noticing? Nothing better than talking about boys over a beer.”

You nod to a few opened barrels you scouted earlier. Sippy is kind enough to fill you a couple mugs while you work. The beer is…well, Thursday brought better bottles to the club. Who drinks this stuff?

Ah, what the hells. It’s good enough to wet your tongue while you work.

“Paaah!” Sippy wipes the froth from her lips. “Anyways, Habeuscorpus wasn’t all that interesting. Worse, even with everything he’s learned, he still doesn’t see the problem with the Dwarven Guild—”

“Sippy, I swear to Matron Booba, this caulk gun is going right up your ass if you don’t shut the heck up about that.” Ziki waves the tool around, white goo dribbling from the tip.

“She could do with a cock up her ass.” You mutter.

Sippy coughs on her beer and Ziki guffaws loudly.

“Wh-whatever.” Sippy wipes the froth on her chin away to reveal her blushing cheeks. “I’m a traditional goblin girl, anyways. No way just one man will satisfy me.”

“Good luck.” You struggle not to picture Thursday, the triplets, and Snik. How are you competing with your ex-boyfriend for a guy? That’s all kinds of messed up.  “It’s no longer ten guys for every girl like in our great-grandparents’ day. Soon, the women are going to have to start sharing. You might as well try your luck with some humans.”

“Yeah, no thanks.” Sippy pouts. “No offense, but I don’t want to share my guys with either of you.”

Rude.

“Screw you too.” Ziki kicks the last pipe into place and downs the last of her beer. She overturns it and shakes the last few drops out. “Are you sure there isn’t some better batch Thursday won’t miss?”

“Sorry.” You give the improved (and now automatically bottling) distiller a once over and nod. “Already checked, they’re the only ones that have been kegged.”

“Fihihihi, really?” Sippy hops off the distiller and mischievously walks over to what seems like an empty space. “What about…this?”

She slaps her hand onto something and it fades into existence. Your eyes widen in surprise. Another batch of barrels, hidden by an illusion? Who could have hidden them? As far as you know, Thursday isn’t a mage…

“Oooh, labeled ‘special-grade’?” Sippy hides her smirk behind her hand and giggles. “I wonder if…yeah, this one’s half full! We can slip a few drinks without anyone noticing.”

Ziki picks her jaw off the floor.

“How did you…?”

“I dated that illusionist for a while, you know? He promised me finger tricks and I thought he meant something else…But I picked up a few things!” Sippy sticks her chest out in a ‘praise me’ pose.

“And Cirrus is dating the Dean’s apprentice.” You pinch her cheek. “Don’t get cute.”

“Yeah, well, Cirrus is a goody-two-shoes nerd.” She rubs her cheek and pouts. “I’m cool and popular.”

Ziki ignores her and pours herself a mug. A musky rich scent drifts to your nostrils, and before you could place where you’ve smelled it before, Ziki drinks.

Her eyes dilate. Her ears wiggle. The normally cold and easy-going goblin has a light blush dust her cheeks.

“This is…really good!” She licks her lips. “I mean, it could be better. A lot better. But there’s something in here…it’s salty, and rich, and settles real nice in the back of my throat.”

“Lemme try.” Sippy nabs Ziki’s drink and swallows some. “Mmmm! You’re right! Decently strong, too! What’s the secret ingredient?”

They refill your mugs and eagerly chug them down before you even get chance to try yours. When the taste hits your tongue, you know. Thursday, you dirty, dirty boy. Even knowing what the secret ingredient is, you can’t stop drinking. You feel your body grow hotter with each swallow, relishing every second of the taste, the texture in your mouth.  It’d delicious, better even than Snik’s cum when you were a fully fertile broodmother. You moan loudly as you finish, but the girls don’t notice.

They’re already filling a second mug.

“Damn, that’s so good…what is that addicting taste?” Sippy licks her lips.

“I really hope it isn’t crack.” Ziki sighs but tops herself off anyways.

“What the heck is crack?”

“Friggin’ big city goblins.” Ziki rolls her eyes.

You help yourself to another mug. Then another. Then another, as the three of you talk about nothing and everything in the way that buzzed people usually do. Even though the temperature has stayed the same to maintain fermentation, you start to feel hotter. Ziki unzips her jacket first, releasing her perspiration-dotted sweater puppies in her sports bra. You follow suit, then kick off your jeans so you’re standing in a shirt and panties that get wetter by the minute.

“Big titty jerks…” Sippy complains, then grabs a bemused Ziki’s boobs. “What the heck is this? You could feed a village with these!”

“Eh, my sister’s are bigger.” Ziki shrugs.

“I’ve seen bigger, too.” You raise your mug. You had such fat fucking tits then. You could barely move, but you would have been happy being stuck in place and birthing litter after litter. You shiver. That was such a strong lust. “At least your butt’s pretty big. Guys like that.”

“R-really?”

“Oh yeah.” Snik ravaged your puffy pucker for hours. The triplets spent a lot of time kissing and worshipping your massive ass then, too. “And some girls.”

“What? Girls?”

“Damn, Glimmer!” Ziki crows. “Now there’s a story!”

You lick your lips. How are you going to spin this without taking more of your clothes off?

You are Thursday, and you’ve got a busy day. This morning, you helped your frat bros set up in preparation for the squatball game. Then, you helped Dodder with the Cephalopod Club, Yew with a good spot to practice archery with his girls (conveniently far enough for a quick fuck). Noon came around and you helped move some chassis parts around at your club, only for Ash to swing by to tell you that Monday needed help getting enough drinks at one of her parties.

After Ash had you pin her against a wall.

So you’re at a party, passing out drinks. Not very good ones, you’re keeping those for a special occasion. Better not tell Monday that. She’d get pissed if she knew you were keeping some of the better stuff prepared for when the giant robot is done.

Honestly, she’s thrown so many parties that they’ve stopped being all that special. Sure, plenty of people drop by, but that’s mostly because Monday had their ECS broken and they think it’s the best place to hook up. With the amount of aphrodisiacs in the air, your own pheromones barely affect anyone.

You sigh and pass another beer to a guy about to make some moves on a hypnotized chick. Maybe next time, you can bring over some of your frat bros. They’d have an easier time here, that’s for sure. They got so used to fucking each other, you’re worried that they won’t ever learn to flirt with girls.

And Monday’s girls…well, they’re getting kind of easy. You had to stop a couple from pulling your pants down in the middle of the hallway!

“Pst!”

Huh? Where’d that come from?

“Under the table, dingus.”

Crouching, you find a goblin in a skintight black suit clinging to the bottom of the table.

“Did any of these floozies touch you?” You recognize Grumble under the baklava. “You know me and my sisters are better, right? We’ve even got Snik.”

“Are you jealous?” You scratch your beard. “I wouldn’t mind if you found other guys to have fun with.”

“N-no! I just…don’t like the look of that Monday chick, okay?” Grumble puffs her cheeks and looks away in time to catch sight of a pair of girls with overblown tits pulling a guy into a room. “The people here tend to come from that girl’s sorority or that one dorm. Tumble and Bumble found something while we were…”

“Sneaking around?” It’s easy to lose track of their DESIRE mixed in with everyone else’s. Still, you realized they followed you here about an hour ago.

“Investigating.” Grumble slips down to the floor. “You might like it.”

She tiptoes her way down the hallway, slipping under furniture whenever someone passes her. She motions for you to follow before entering a room. You shrug and follow her. It’s not like anyone’s going to do something crazy with the beers, or the nearly empty punch bowl.

You find four goblins waiting for you in the broom closet. You’re appreciating how the tight latex hugs their curves when Tumble shuts the door behind you. Bumble tugs the light crystal on and holds up a small vial filled with off-white goop.

“If this is something to do with my cum—”

“No, you dope!” Grumble slaps your knee. “Smell it!”

Bringing it up to your nose, you quickly recognize the scent. Yeast! Only, it’s different from the typical bread yeast you’ve been using. Richer, earthier…with a hint of something magical. There are types of yeast that are specific to brewing alcohol, yet you get the sense this is something special.

“It’s dwarven superfermentation yeast!” Tumble jumps in place, her tits barely restrained by the latex. “You’ll be able to make better alcohol even faster now!”

“Don’t dwarves keep this stuff secret? How’d you get it?” The triplets share a conniving look and Snik shrinks in on himself. Now that you look at him closer… “Does it have to do with Snik’s makeup?”

Some light blush tones, a little bit of eyeliner, and a touch of lipstick make his feminine features pop. If you were looking at him for the first time, you might even think he was a girl.

“We traded with a sophomore.” Grumble smirks.

“He was willing to give up some of his family’s superfermentation yeast.” Bumble grins.

“We just had to make Snik pretty enough!” Tumble giggles.

Snik blushes and tightens his thighs around his little dick, drowning it in the thickest legs on this side of the Feldspar river. You’re left wondering, how did they convince a dwarf with four (very cute) goblins?

They see the confusion on your face and a bunch of hands pull down your pants. Okay, you were asking for it at this point.

Grumble and Bumble wrap their hands around your mast of flesh, slowly stroking your throbbing erection as Tumble gets underneath to kiss your testicles. You grip the shut door, the expert ministrations of their well-practiced hands combined with the excessive DESIRE throughout the party bringing you to the edge in record time.

Snik unwraps something. A condom? They’ve never needed one before.

Hold on, Snik hasn’t been swallowing. He’s always had a spit bucket nearby, and you thought it was a weird fetish he developed on his own…but he’s a ritualist, isn’t he? If blood has power…

Even though Tumble has one of your balls halfway in her mouth, and the remainder of the trio is getting close enough to feel their breaths on your member, you have to ask. If they figure out something is off about your jizz, they might just start connecting dots.

“Snik, have you been hoarding my cum?”

The triplets pause. Snik’s ears fall. His tiny hands clench the condom and he shuffles in place. You feel bad for putting the little guy on the spot, but this isn’t just about you. This is about your bros, your sis’s, and Lady Quinn.

“I’m sorry, Thursday.” He mutters. “It’s just…your cum has such strange properties, and it was so magically potent, and the taste and I’m so sorry that I’m a weird pervert—”

“Dude, I don’t care if it’s perverted or weird.”

“Huh?” They all do a double take.

“Yeah guys, it’s just…you’re a ritualist, everyone knows you’re a ritualist, and…”

Crap, how do you say you don’t want him digging into you? That’d be totally more suspicious, right?

“Booba below, he’s right!” Tumble gasps. “Someone could totally use Thursday’s magical cum to cast a curse on him!”

Yes! Wait, what? Curse?

“Makes sense…” Grumble rubs her chin while her other hand rubs your cock. “It would have similar transitive properties as blood or hair…”

You’re a demon, you should be the one who knows about curses!

“’on’t ‘old it agai’t ‘er,” Tumble looks up at you and says, even though she’s got a fat nut in her mouth. “‘he ‘ust uuuvs yoo fo muh!”

She has difficulty pronouncing with her mouth full, especially the pronouns. That’s fine, she’ll get the hang of it.

“So long as you find a way to get rid of it before someone else gets their hands on it.” You relax a bit, letting them crowd around your cock. “Nobody else knows about my cum, right?”

It’s bad enough you’ve been jizzing into your special kegs without realizing it could be used against you. Now there’s at least a liter of your cum out in the wild!

“Well…” Bumble uneasy smile does you no favors.

Likely sensing your unease, the goblins close rank and drown your manhood in their attention. Four cuties playing with your dick does tend to make your worries melt away…

You are Glimmer, and you managed to steer the conversation away by blaming your knowledge on a nonexistent aunt.

For about ten minutes. By then, you drank enough of Thursday’s special ale that you and Ziki were one-upping each others’ stories as Sippy struggled to keep up. After the fourth drink, you were barely buzzed…but horny enough that you both had your underwear around your ankles and comparing hoo-has. At this point, Sippy and Ziki were bitching about the heat in their crotches and the ridiculous amount they were sweating from between their legs.

So you brought out your secret weapon. One inspired by the toys Tumble showed off when you asked her how she deals with the constant lust.

A series of beads, slightly larger than marbles, on a string. Once activated, they vibrate in just the perfect way. The fun only really begins once you climax, though…

“The trick is to get the bead close to the top of your slit.” You push the bead between your legs, shuddering happily as it buzzes against your clitoris. “Then push it in.”

You gasp as your finger pushes the first bead deeper inside you, riding the edge of an orgasm pleasantly.

“C-can I try?” Sippy is leaning close, a deep blush taking up her entire face.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t share any of your guys?” You give her a savage grin when she shrinks away shamefully.

“I never said anything like that~” Ziki’s grin mirrors your own as she softly rubs your forearm. “Mind if I get a bit?”

“Sure!~” You chuckle and hand her the other end of the beads. “Just don’t ride it too fast or—”

Ziki plunges a bead from the opposite end into her snatch as quickly as she can, throwing her head back in a loud moan as a spray of femcum geysers from between her legs. You yelp as the magic in the beads activates, her climax causing every single bead to grow in size…including the one inside you.

“F-fuck!”

“Mfm~ yeah!~”

Sippy’s ears droop as you shudder through the orgasm, legs trembling as a waterfall of arousal floods from between your legs. She shuffles uncomfortably as you rub your bodies, relishing the buzzing pleasure from the toy that join you by the pussies. She was talking big game before, but she didn’t have anything to say as you bragged about how many inches your ‘auntie’ took down ‘her’ throat, or when Ziki talked about her granny’s many conquests.

Now she has to watch the both of you have fun. Serves her right! What kind of goblin is she, not sharing dick?

Your eyes cross and another flood of arousal splashes across your legs as Ziki’s climax causes the beads to grow the size of nectarines. Every time they get bigger, they pull tighter on the string, bringing the next one even closer to your trembling lower lips.

Good thing the triplets warned you about orgasm loops! If you hadn’t prepared countermeasures, things would get messy fast. Riding climax after climax, the beads would swell to the size of cantaloupes in no time.

A part of you is almost disappointed that you didn’t put that safety in…

“You two are jerks…” Sippy crosses her arms in a huff. “There’s enough beads between you two to share!”

She points to the vibrating line of beads laying on the ground between you two. Ziki bites her lip and tries to find an excuse to really drive the point home. Good thing she’s with a veteran sex fiend!

“Ah, you didn’t know?” You pull up a bead and hum sexily as you press it against your tit. “P-p-p-p-play-in-ing w-with y-y-your t-t-t-tits-s is-s-s al-l-s-so f-f-f-fu-n-n!~”

Your breasts bounce around, buzzing another orgasm even closer. Ziki, curious, brings up another bead to her nipples and mashes it against her tit.

“OO-OU-U-U!~”

You’ve underestimated how sensitive her tits are. Her entire body spasms, her intense climax growing the beads to the size of oranges as she throws her head back in a whorish moan of pleasure. Your vision fuzzes around the edges when the bead vibrating deliciously close to your womanhood mashes into it, buzzing around the edges of your gushing petals and deeper into you.

Ziki collapses to her knees, pulling the wire taunt and buzzing into her crotch even stronger. With a yelp and another spray of femcum she jumps back up in some sort of parody of a fertility dance awful old movies used to depict tribal goblins doing. Gone is the cool and composed Ziki, in her place is the smiling pleasure addict. Eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out, spraying juices out of her pussy like a broken sprinkler.

You bite your finger to stop yourself from sluttily moaning at the sight of her. She would have loved being a fertile sex icon like you were. You can already imagine yourselves with overblown tits and hips wider than dumptrucks, the most breedable goblins of the village.

The door opens. Someone’s coming!

You clamp you hand over Ziki’s mouth, ignoring her wet kisses, and drag her behind one of the bigger distilleries. Sippy is already there, quicker than the four-legged waddle you’ve condemned yourself to.

“Bro, I can’t believe you forgot to douse Thursday’s experiments. You know he trusted us to keep them cool while he went to that party!” A pair of men in short pants and crop tops curl jugs of water as they walk down the stairs.

Members of Thursday’s frat! Of course they knew about what he was doing. Damn, you were thinking with your cootch instead of your brain.

“I’m sorry bro, I got so distracted doing my reps. All the dudes in the gym…I’m was ‘mirin, y’know?”

“I know, bro.” The first one flexes his biceps for the other to appreciate. “Nude workout day is such a rush.”

Nude workout day?

You and Sippy mouth the words to each other. Ziki sucks one of your fingers with a whine.

“Bro, did you hear that?”

“Yeah, bro, it was prob some gas from Thursday’s dope alcohol machines. Dude is wicked smaht, I trust these gizmos.”

They walk around and spray water on the more heat-sensitive equipment, cracking jokes the whole time. You’re worried they might spot you as they get close to your distiller, but at this point they start spraying water on each other and guffawing. The water seeps through their thin clothes, outlining their chiseled muscles. Sippy licks her lips.

The sight and the buzzing eggs lining your passage has you crossing your eyes as another climax hits you. You can barely stand, a line of grapefruit-sized beads vibrating deeper into your pussy. You can feel the entrance to your womb widening to accommodate them as a small, buzzing paunch forms in your gut. Ziki’s high pitched squeal almost gives you away, but you slip down to shut her up with a deep kiss in time.

The horny bitch plays with your body as the frat bros playing shifts into something else.

“Haha, bro, stop it!”

“Bro, I’m just messing with your junk, chill!”

“Yeah? Well I’m gonna jerk yours!”

Sippy is wiggling her ass as she leans further to get a closer look. You can see the wet spot growing in her tight panties. You reach to pull her out of sight…but it’s too late. The slobbery kiss you share with Ziki, the slapping of two cocks getting jerked, Ziki’s fingers pinching your nipples, those damn eggs plopping into your gut and buzzing between your bodies, all prove too much. A mighty wave of pleasure hits you and the eggs pull your pussies tight together, drowning your minds in pleasure and your twitching legs in far too much gobbo cunt cream.

Your hazy mind barely registers what happens next.

“Huh? A goblin?”

“Hey, what are you doin’ in the Attraction Dragon Frat?”

“Thursday invited me!” Sippy flicks her hair back arrogantly. “Needed some tuning on the distillers.”

“That doesn’t sound right. Why wouldn’t he tell us about you?”

“’Cause…’cause I give the best brojobs, and he knows you guys would get jealous.”

The two frat bros stare at each other.

“Dude…girls can’t give brojobs.”

“Can too!” Sippy flexes her biceps. They’re toned, but not quite at the level of the two guys. “In fact, I once sucked a duck for three hours straight! Then, I rode a rooster for another two hours and got so stuffed full of chum that I couldn’t move!”

Bitch, that was you! There’s no way they’ll—

“Damn, really? I mean, I never thought a girl was man enough to take dick in the face…”

“I’ve heard the girls at Life Phoenix may be able to…” The frat bro sighs and shakes his head. Sippy flags. Everyone knows that the Life Phoenix girls are the hottest girls on campus. “But they seem so girly! No muscles at all.”

“Heh, watch this!” She perks up.

Sippy grabs one of their dicks and shoves it in her mouth. She clearly has no experience, loudly slobbering on the rod as her cheeks go sallow, literally sucking the cock as hard as she can. She’s a trooper, though, taking it all the way into her mouth and not even flinching when it hits the back of her throat. Her cock gobbling seems to do the trick, because the frat bro is grunting in satisfaction.

“Damn, bro! She really can give a brojob!”

“Sweet! Maybe she can take it up the butt, too!” He pulls down her panties and stares, dumbfounded. The tight green pucker, or the puffy leaky folds? “Dude…which hole do I use?”

“Uuuugh~ bro, I don’t caaare!”

He picks what he’s most familiar with. Though he awkwardly hunches over her to dick down into her asshole. He’s close enough to his bro that they’re practically kissing as they violate the squealing goblin from both ends.

“Bro, this angle is hella awkward. She’s so small!”

“Do you even lift, bro?” He grabs Sippy by the slaav han dels and pulls her deeper onto him, cock bulging through her neck. “Bro, this lil’ bro-sis is sturdier than she looks!”

Sippy’s eyes roll back as the frat bro lifts her by her hips, her limbs swinging from her body as they use her from both ends. The haze clears from your mind, but the orgasms keep coming as you and Ziki watch from a dark corner. They’re manhandling her like she’s a toy, cocks plunging into her ass and mouth faster and faster. You stifle your moan as the eggs inside you swell some more, biting hard on pipes as your jiggling asses are pulled closer together, as close as they’ll come.

Your bellies are swollen like you’re pregnant, the giant beads buzzing against each other as your stomachs rub deliciously together. Ziki watches at your side, a single melon-sized ball vibrating between your legs. Both your pussies are puhsed apart as far as they’ll go, the balls far toobig to pass through your quivering, well-lubricated entrances.

This is as big as they’ll get.

The orgasms melt together as you watch the men have their way with Sippy. You think it’s done when jizz spurts from both her ends, but she just gets up on shaky legs and offers them a couple special pints. They drink, they laugh, and she plays with their cocks until they spitroast her again. This time, she jerks away in time for the frat bro to slip inside her sopping pussy.

You’d curse her name if you weren’t constantly cumming your brains out.

“Bro, her other hole is fucking awesome! Softer and smoother, squeezing me just right!”

“HURKHURKHURKHURKmmmmmm~” Sippy brings up her hands in a pair of weak peace signs.

“Really? Guess I’ll try it, bro.”

You and Ziki seethe as they cum inside her again, the audacious goblin slut offering them another pair of pints after they pull her off their cocks. She still has their jizz running down her thighs and tits, and she’s trying to get them to go for another round? Your pussy sprays out in outrage…these constant waves of pleasure are fucking up your anger!

You can hardly hold your buzzing belly without shaking in ecstasy. And Ziki barely looks cognizant as she gropes and squeezes her sexy love pillows, your combined arousal mixing in a puddle at your feet.

Damn, you need dick now.

They spitroast Sippy for another couple rounds, her gut steadily growing to match yours with cum. The insatiable, selfish gobbo lets them use her until her bloating belly sloshes loudly enough to be heard over the slapping of their dicks on flesh, her flesh, as you and Ziki are forced to contend with the pale substitute.

After who knows how many rounds, the two frat boys struggle to catch their breath as they lay around Sippy. She’s happily laying in a puddle of cum, her gut as firm and as round as a watermelon.

You drag Ziki by her bead to confront Sippy, who just smirks at you from under a thick layer of cum. You look at the two thoroughly fucked men. They’re completely out of it.

“Told you…I wouldn’t share…” Sippy flips you off.

You scowl. Fine. You’ll find your own men. And you’ll share with Ziki.

Ziki struggles to follow along as you hop up the stairs. She’s still new to walking around with a bunch of vibrators stuffed up her cunt, but she’ll get used to it. The sound of loud grunting and a thick, musky scent wafts from the door. Trembling as you endure another orgasm, you swing the door open, expecting to find a five or so horny dudes.

The grunting, clanking, and huffing comes to a dead stop. Gazes linger on you, your swollen gut buzzing with toys, your tits resting upon them and jiggling erotically, and your partner joined by your pussies.

Five? Try fifty.

Fifty naked men, working out in the buff. Their erections throb with renewed purpose. All slowly aiming towards you.

You lick your lips.

“Anybody man enough for a real brojob?”