Iâm stoked to be a part of Alpha Beta. Its the biggest swimmers fraternity on campus, all male, and is known for rowdy parties. Both Dale and I were really surprised that they had even taken us in: usually the frat doesnât touch first years, electing to pick their crew from people that made it to second year and were likely to hang around.
Some of the greatest Olympic swimmers had been through AB, and they all attributed their success to the solid character they developed here. It was a 30 strong frat, and Dale and I were the only freshmen to be brought in. Weâre from the same High School, Dale and I and had often competed against one another in swimming meets. Weâre both well over six foot, Dale has more impressive body though: last time I saw him at a meet he had an eight pack, while I only had a six. Weâve enjoyed friendly and fierce competition throughout our high school years. Our families are friends too, thatâs why his parents are dropping us both off at Alpha Beta for the first day: my Mom and Dad are at work, but they said theyâll come visit at the end of the first week.
Daleâs mum turned to us from the passenger seat:Â âBoys, two rules for college: donât drink too much, and always use protectionâ.
Dale looked at me, blushing about his Mumâs forwardness.
âNo Dale, I know itâs awkward, but I need to tell you, and this goes for you too Mike, I donât want a drunk for a son, or a grandchild by the end of the yearâ.
She waggled her finger in a mum like way. Dale and I both laughed it off as we pulled round the corner to see the house, grinning.
Alpha Beta is a beautiful, and its men were all waiting outside. Some shirtless, showing off their ripped bodies to the passing public. The car stopped. Dale stuck his head forward between his Mum and Dad:Â âDonât get out. Love you both. Iâll Facetime you by the end of the weekâ.
We made eye contact, and then flung open the car doors. At the sight of us the men cheered and swarmed over, a couple of them grabbed our bags from the trunk, while the rest lifted us up, amid woos and hollers, and carried us into the house. Our old lives as boys vanished behind us as the pulsing crowd of young, sweaty men embraced us and guided us into the home.
Despite it being the height of summer, the fire blazed in the common room as we were guided to our seats. I felt rough hand ripping away my clothes: hazing, although discouraged was to be expected, so I rolled with it. By the time Dale and I were seated, we were nude. I glanced over to him. Dammit. He did have an eight pack, and a much bigger cock than my âaverage-sizedâ 5 and a half inches. Dale was easily double the length and girth of me. Fucking parents, giving me shitty genes.Â
A guy, who I recognised as Kane, the leader of the Frat from our online interviews. Handed us each large glasses, full of milk.Â
âChugâ Dale and I, beside each other on the couch, chugged. It was warm, and went down real easy. The room feel silent as we chugged, and upon finishing, when I expected them to explode into cheers, the men were silent, their eyes still transfixed on us.
I watched as our suitcases and clothes were chucked into the fire, angrily I was about to yell when I suddenly gasped with pain.
My nipples stung. I looked down at them, they were red and puffy, before my eyes they expanded from their usually tiny status on my chest. They puffed into tight rosebuds. Gently, I moved my fingers to touch them. At the slightest contact, my dick hardened in arousal. I looked to Dale. He appeared to be going through the same changes: his chest, previously broad, but slim, appeared to be gently inflating. He cupped his growing tits in his hands, his pecs firmly pronounced on his body.Â
I felt a tightness spread in my body, behind my puffy tender nipples. My pecs were throbbing, it felt like pulsing. With each pulse, my chest puffed out further, my chest swelling quickly into two pressured orbs. I cupped them. My girlfriend back home has double Dâs, and Iâm used to holding those. Mine felt bigger, more swollen than hers. When I cupped them, I felt liquid slosh, moving within them. With each pulse, this movement became less and less as they produced more than they could hold. In seconds, they moved from feeling squishy, to taught. They no longer jiggled.Â
Dale beside me groaned. His tits were smaller than mine, but they looked to be under a huge amount of pressure. He massaged them. I could see veins on them, as the force of their contents pressed outwards. His cock was standing to attention, and he groaned pleasurably as he massaged his tits. He was getting more and more into it.
The gathered men were watching our predicaments with joy. A couple of them pointing and whispering to their friends as they watched us struggle with our growing pecs. Dale, his chest stretched tight and thin lent back, putting his hands down at his sides, an orgasmic cry rocking through his body as, all of a sudden, liquid spurted from his nipples. He cried out as pulse after pulse emerged, releasing the pressure in his tits. His cock started to shoot string after string of cum, it plastered his eight pack in sticky globs. The men cheered, someone bringing forward a machine which they attached to Daleâs nipples. Through clear pipes, his milk began to flow into a collection point.
Kane moved towards me, I cradled my pressurised tits in my hands, he slapped my hands down, and began to roughly massage me. My tits turned the thin white colour that Daleâs had been moment before. Kane motioned for another frat boy to come over, each of them working a single pec. Together they lowered their lips to my nipples. My dick became rock hard, and then I felt them begin to suck. I cried out as an orgasm rolled through me. My cock spurting weakly as my pecs released their milk into the fratmensâ mouths. They chugged solidly. I could see them gulping down mouthful after mouthful of my milk. The pressure started to release in my tits, as they drank.Â
After a minute, a guy brought over a similar machine to Kaneâs. He attached it to my nipples, and I felt it mirroring each milk producing pulse that shivered through my tits, with a pull. The machine worked my nipples, extracting a solid stream of milk.
Kane, wiped milk from the corners from his mouth and announced to the frat: âMen, we have, this year, taken in our first set of cows.âÂ
He motioned to his belly, which protruded from his chiselled form. He removed his shirt, showing us the swollen bump.
âAs you can see, they are delicious.â
The milk belly was flattening out quickly, and as it did so, Kaneâs muscles bulged, like they were drinking in every drop.
âAnd it is perfect for building lean muscle⊠Now, I should remind you that these freshmen are cows. Cage them and gag them. Feel free to use them tonight, our first meet is tomorrow.â
Before I could move, or even protest, my head was grabbed from behind, and tilted back. Strong hands manipulated my mouth, and a dildo was forced down my throat, itâs base stoppering around my mouth, I could feel its firm head resting heavily on my voice box. While this occurred there was an ecstasy of painful fumbling around my dick. The dildo was strapped in around my mouth. And my head was released. Gingerly, I lowered my head to look down at my crotch: the dildo, buried deep in my throat bent subtly.
My cock was jammed inside a metallic cage, I felt around it, behind my balls there was a small padlock, chaining my cock inside. I looked over to Dale: he was struggling against the gag in this mouth. The men around him laughing. I could see it was no use, so I didnât even try mine. Instead, the moment I felt the hands leave me, and all I could feel was the rhythmic tug of the milking machine, I moved to escape.
My clothes burning on the fire, it would have to be nude. 1. 2. 3. I counted in my head - I only had to barge through 20+ men. I went for it, ripping the milking machine from my tits, I launched myself forward. To my surprise, the men parted. Instead of barging, all I did was run from the room. The men actively dodged me. With each step, my tits jumped painfully (fuck being a woman), maybe if I ran fast enough, Iâd get out. Breathing with the dildo in my mouth was difficult. By the time I got to the front door, I felt like I was going to black out. I stopped for a moment, as I flung open the door, and looked back to the room. Two guys were striding lazily towards me, smiling gently. I needed to take a breath.
They reached me, and turned me around. Instead of dragging me back, all they did was put their lips to my nipples, and begin to suck. I crumpled, my dick spurted uselessly in its cage, their lips drawing food from me. They caught me, one under each arm, and dragged me back to the lounge. Kane was there, a grin on his face.
âNow now Bessie,â he chided,â you wanted to be part of the swim frat and you are: we canât have you missing the first swim meet tomorrow morning at 6. But bad cows need to be taught lessons. So each time one of you gets out of order, weâre going to punish you both.âł Kane clicked his fingers.
The men were obviously prepared for this. Roughly, I was manhandled into another room, where there were two tables, probably for dining. I was forced down on one, while Dale was taken to another. I was secured to it, belly down. Milkers were attached to my tits, and a pipe forced into my ass. I felt warm liquid push in. I managed to turn my head to face my friend on the table next to me. A man was holding the output pipe from the milkers attached to my tits, he sucked till the white liquid filled his mouth. I watched as he inserted the pipe into Dalesâ ass. He moved it deep, and I could see Dale wince. An alarm clock was set in front of each of us, the alarm set for 5.30AM. Wordlessly, our fratmates left us. The room was silent, except for the sounds of the milking pipes, forcing the liquid from each of our breasts, into the other.
Dale and I made eye contact. He attempted to say something, the dildo in his mouth reducing it to a guttural sound. I made the sound back: at least we were in this together. I felt sorry for Dale, my tits were producing far quicker than his. It was uncomfortable for us both: the pumping noises I discovered kept sleep away, and the incremental increases in the weight and size of my body kept me uncomfortable. I wanted to turn over, but the restraints on my wrists and ankles prevented that.
 Within half an hour, Dalesâ belly was grossly swollen with my milk. He was groaning in pain. I couldnât believe we had at least 10 hours of this left. His milk in my body wasnât yet uncomfortable. But I knew that I would get there. On the bright side for me, Dale definitely didnât have an eight pack - his belly was distended, pushing the rest of his body up from the table.
Four hours in: we are both sweating profusely. Our bellies painfully full of each others milk. I havenât had a wink of sleep. Dale was huge. His taught belly forcing his body fiercely from the table. I knew a bit about how he felt. My belly was taking all the weight of my body now: the tightness of it all was the torturous part. It ached.Â
The door to the room opened, and Kane entered. He stood between us, we watched him in the dark. He flicked a switch. The pumps shut off. Finally the room was in silence. Dale growled.
Kane addressed us both âRest up now girls, your first big meet tomorrowâ.
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Our van pulled up outside the pools. The fratboys had dressed both of us before arriving: we wore speedos that were patterned, black and white, just like⊠well you know. In them, our bulges looked huge and sharp: the cock cages had remained on. I was actually starting to enjoy mine: I had never been that good at aiming, and this meant that it was impossible anyway. It meant that I didnât feel like less of a man when I sat down to pee.
My speedos, were sopping wet with my cum. Each time a new guy drank from me my cock, almost on auto pilot, releases a load. Currently I had a fratboy sucking away at each tit. It was great. Dale was in a similar predicament.
My belly from last night had largely receded- aside from a couple of marks on my skin, the milk torture had left me unchanged. Dale, who had been taking my milk, was different: his belly was still bulged, heavy with the amount of milk his body couldnât process. His skin was stretched tight. I was glad he could get the release of having his tits sucked, cause the belly just looked painful.
âOkay team, lets head inâ Kane declared, striding ahead. One of the guys sucking on me fumbled with the dildo gag straps. Then I felt him start to pull it out. I knew we couldnât wear them in public, and I hate to say it, but I almost felt sad that it was taken away. I had grown used. To it. Dale coughed behind me as his was removed. The man who removed mine made a shushing noise.Â
Dale didnât say anything. I didnât have anything to say. I thought I might, when they took out the gag, but I didnât. I just liked breathing normally.
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Once we were all seated in our area of the benches, surrounded by other university teams, the loud speaker clicked on with a crackle.âHello and welcome to the first meet of the season. Now, to show appreciation to those who work the hardest amongst us, the first event is a fun race for the cows of each team, please send forward your cows.â
Kane was standing between us:Â âUp you go boys, take the blocksâ.
I was astounded - I had no idea that the cows were part of professional swimming, but sure enough, each team was sending up at least two startled looking freshmen, whose pectoral muscles were swollen, some of their nipples looking more like teats. My pecs were still the biggest around. Dale and I padded around the pool, our team cheering for us. We looked back at them, smiling. I was excited. My first race as a freshman.
We chose our lanes obediently. My tits felt tight with milk. Iâm discovering they produce faster when iâm excited/nervous. The crowd was going mad for us cows. Cheering and waving. Kane was joining in. All of a sudden, standing on the blocks I felt my tits burst with milk, it flooded out, dripping into the pool. The crowd went mad.Â
Then the starting gun went off, and I dove gracefully into the pool. I had this. I was a champ - 50 metres in 12 seconds. But this time my body was slow, my new tits limiting my movement in the pool. I could feel milk dripping from them, adding to the swirl of the pool. I paddled my heart out, but I could see others over taking me in the surrounding lanes. I was going to be last. I couldnât believe it.Â
I touched the wall and emerged, looking up at the times board in the pool. I was dead last in the 25 meter freestyle: 42 seconds.
The loudhailer clicked on âOur winner for today is Bessie from Alpha Beta, great cow name. Second is Gwen, and third Lucy.âÂ
Strong hands pulled me from the water, cheering. I felt lips sucking at my nipples in passing, everyone eager for a squirt from me, as I was paraded around to the winners podium, two other cows in tow. When we reached the podium, a man showed us how we were to spend the meet: our bellies resting on the podiums, our tits swinging free in front, so that winners could drink from us, and our assess accessible from behind.
For ever heat, over every race, I had my tits sucked, and my cock slicked the podium in cum. Then the winner would move behind me. I had been worried the first time, but as the first champions dick graced my ass, his balls slapping wet and happy against my ass, I knew that I would be okay. There were 149 heats that day. 149 mouths drank from my pecs, and unloaded in my ass, high off their victories.Â
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The day after my champion meet, the frat was really proud of me, slapping me on the back. Behind me I could feel Daleâs eyes digging into me. All the frat boys wanted to drink from me, no one was going to Dale.
âGotta say Bessie, I didnât think you had it in youâ Kane congratulated.
 I didnât respond. Weâre not meant to respond.Â
âBut now that youâre a bred girl, weâre going to open the doors to some of the other teams on campus. The football team has said that theyâll help, and the rowing groups are always keen.â
I raised an eyebrow at Kane, questioningly.
âOh, oh girl, you didnât know? Well now that your pregnant. Your tits are going to move into overdrive: they usually say its a four fold increase. Itâll kick in today as the seed settles in your womb.â
âYes, stupid: you got bred by over a hundred dicks, of course youâre pregnant.â
I was sitting on the couch later in the day, a man on each tit, when I felt it hit. My belly expanded first. My six pack, which had reemerged following the milk filling, swiftly disappeared as a bulge, spreading from a place just above my caged dick, expanded. Dale watched from the opposite couch, jealousy burning in his eyes, as my belly swelled. The boys on each tit noticed it. They rubbed my expanding womb gently.
âWoah girl, you are looking fineâ one commented.
I grinned as my dick shot sperm within itâs tiny cage.
Then it hit my tits. Like a wave, they went into overdrive: they exanded swiftly to twice their size: I looked like I had the pecs of a body builder. My nipples ached to be released and the guys beside me pressed their lips to me, My cock shooting load after load . They drank deep, and I desperately wanted them to to free me from the pressure that grew and grew in each tit.Â
There was a knock at the door, and one of the men on my tits went to answer it. I massaged my swollen abdomen, and underutilised breast while he was gone, giving the nipple a tiny tug, it squirted its milk gently. My womb was tight, the product of effective breeding. I couldnât believe that I was such a lucky cow. Â
Two unfamiliar people entered the room, they were clearly football players, solid and heavy built.Â
âHey Bessie, Kane said that we can use you - whatâs not in use?â
I shifted my position slowly, my gravid form weighed down by the rapid production of milk and baby. I slide down on the couch, motioning for one of the boys to move between my legs. He did so, resting his hands on my tender belly. It took him seconds to take his cock out, and begin to fuck me. The first post-breeding fuck, I discovered that it was a beautiful feeling. The other guy moved to my tit, swelling himself on my milk. He was clearly surprised by the speed of my flow. My dick spurted another load as he drank from me. The cock in my ass worked me quickly, and I loved that he was holding my belly as he thrust, moving my entire womb lower for his cock to berate.
Outside of the sucking fucking and groans, I heard a womanâs voice; âOh what a lovely place.â
Then a man âSuch beautiful rooms a shame that sonny and Dale are out. Whats through here?â
Dale and his friend? Oh no. My parents were visiting this week.Â
The guy in my ass rolled his cock head over my prostate and I whimpered. Between the men drinking and fucking my pregnant form, I noticed naked Dale duck behind a couch. The stranger painted my fulled womb with his orgasm, and put his dick away, stepping back, allowing a perfect veiw for my parents to step in. They took me in, their eyes moving up my body.. There was cum dripping from my gaping ass, my cock caged in a cum soaked mess, a swollen belly, above which were my huge milky tits at which two men were guzzling. I didnât say anything. cows donât talk. The football players switched positions, and as a new one latched on to my milky nipples, my dick shot a string of cum, that splattered my fathers feet. They disappeared from view as the other football player moved in on my ass, his cock thicker than the last guys, I could feel my cum drenched ass stretch. There was slapping, his balls hitting my cheeks with each deep thrust. IÂ âmooâd in pleasure.
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