Laura strode down the hall to her next class, cock swinging back and forth, pelting the walls, floors, and unwary students with her ever-present pre-cum, which took a small army of janitors to keep from collecting in corners and such. She wished she could do something about it, but even with her balls recently drained the pre kept seeping out of her. It was a shame Ms. Mounds was the only teacher equipped to really handle her- as much as she knew they both liked the regular fucking and filling, students resented both her and Laura for it- anyone with the bad luck to be in Ms. Mounds' class after Laura was doomed to an inattentive, cum-drunk teacher barely paying attention.
"I really wish Ms. Mounds wasn't the only one who had to deal with this kind of stuff..."
The remote beeped, and Laura's train of thought was interrupted by a splatter of precum hitting her cheek. She flinched and wiped it off, chiding herself for getting so lost in thought she wasn't keeping an eye out. After all, there were dozens of hyper-producers like her in the school; not keeping your purse or folder or something between your face and the center of the hallway was a freshman mistake. As she headed down the hall to her next class, she saw several cocks like her waving back and forth in front of hyper-endowed students, as well as some students with two or more sets of huge, milky bosoms, dribbling milk with every bouncing step. Still others had hallway-clearing asses, trying to politely maneuver through the student bodies with asses that would snap a hula hoop sticking out of them.
And then of course there was the Relief Club, all clad in their pink-with-white-cross T-shirts, all waddling heavily to and fro. Well, sloshing might be the more appropriate term; like Ms. Mounds, they could each store hundreds of gallons of random students' milk or spunk inside their stomachs, and frequently did, leading to none of them weighing less than 300 lbs. even completely empty. One of the seniors who'd been at it all four years was nearing half a ton! In fact, there he was now- crammed into an alcove while a futa furiously railed his backdoor, the man's globular asscheeks nearly completely enveloping the futa when she hilted herself inside him.
*What an interesting school,* Lauren thought to herself as she went through the large roll-up door to her next class. *I can't imagine going to one of those schools where being half-naked would get you in trouble!*