When Matt woke up, he was still in his dream. And how did he know this? Because his pants were still around his feet and his mind still felt hazy from the milk, or whatever it is those girls had used to drug him. Where were they, anyway?
Suddenly, he heard voices. The four Latinas reentered the room, still as perky and joyful as they'd been before he'd covered them with his sperm. When they noticed him, however, they fell deathly silent. They started whispering, and then the oldest, her lips still as bright red as ever, walked over.
"Pull your pants up. We need to talk." Her voice came out forcefully, not innocent like before, and Matt quickly put his pants back on, leaving his chest exposed.
"Sit." He sat right between two of the other girls, one of whom couldn't help but rub her thumb and forefinger on the space between his biceps.
"You should know, we aren't really girls. These are special costumes that the school bought for us."
Another girl chimed in. "It was the coach's idea. He wanted a way to reward his best players. And we volunteered since he offered to pay all of our expenses."
Then the third girl. "We get to wear these outfits as much as we want. It's very Sex and the City, if you know what I mean. We get to do makeup, hair, ladies' nights..."
And finally, the fourth, who Matt recalled was named Lola. "We've been talking, and it seems we would like to add a fifth member to our group. You want in?"
Matt didn't know what to say. First of all, what was all this talk about "costumes"? The oldest girl noticed, because she took the opportunity to explain. "I'm Calvin. The running back, remember? That's Kevin and Riley, our linebackers, and Jason here is the water boy. In these suits, we go by the names Angel, Maria, Veronica, and Lola. And now, it's time for you to get your own."
Veronica and Lola brought out a box and went through its contents. There was a little orange tank top and some distressed jeans, a couple of bottles of milk, and...a suit. They handed it to Matt, who found himself looking over its features. Like the other girls, the suit, which had the name "Lisa" tattooed on the stomach, was designed with large boobs and a fat ass. The face itself was that of an older woman, with experience and even a certain motherly look to it. Maria helped him into the outfit, and the other girls went to work smoothing out the wrinkles and edges. Veronica then helped "Lisa" fill the empty cavities in her breasts with milk: "It's our trademark happy ending. The boys love it when they get treated like babies."
Putting on the tank top and jeans, Lisa allowed Maria to administer some pink lipstick to her lips. At the same time, Veronica, Lola, and Angel ran their tongues up and down their new sister's body and stuck their hands in her pants. Lisa could feel their touch, and she experienced her first orgasm, the fluid soaking the bottom of her jeans.
"One last test. Miguel!!!"
A large, well-built, and completely naked man came out of the shadows. His dick was fully erect, and hung there like a freshly carved piece of wood. Lisa came over and began sucking him off, until he blew his load in her mouth. It tasted sweet, kind of like the milk. And in seconds, Lisa found herself lulled into a deep sleep.
Maria jumped into Miguel's strong arms. "Thanks, mija. I must say, you are a very handsome man. Want me to help you clean your dildo?" And with that, they walked away, leaving the other three with Lisa.