Laura felt good. *Really* good. It hadn't been a particularly interesting class, and aside from Ms. Mounds edging her until the end of class it hadn't been an exceptional fucking; something just felt *fresh* about it in a way she hadn't felt in a while. Her sloshing breasts, her swinging cock, her churning balls, her drooling snatch... The constant hum of arousal and leakage was something Laura had known for years, but for some odd reason it felt better than usual today.
She looked at the other passing students, most either openly staring at the sexual freakshow Laura was or holding notebooks and jackets up to avoid getting splattered with her various juices. She wasn't that concerned with being something of a pariah, the school made accommodations for her like Ms. Mounds so she wasn't ever physically uncomfortable (Aside from the edging, that saucy bitch), but there were definite occasions where she could read the disgust plain as day as someone's face.
*They just don't know what they're missing,* Laura thought, cracking a smile. "Everyone should try this out, see how great it feels."
And so everyone had.
In a blink, the school expanded to nearly three times its original floorplan, the rows of lockers on the walls flashing away from each other to a distance one would need to put real effort into hitting one side from the other with a thrown baseball. The floors were painted white with milk and semen, and everything on the walls to at least knee height, other splatters of fluids dotting lockers here and there. Even the ceiling wasn't completely safe, several ejaculatory stains marred the ceiling. The large drains spaced throughout the floor were only just able to keep up, some of the drains overwhelmed due to one too many discarded candy wrappers or other school detritus clogging the intake. It wasn't much of an issue, though; all footwear had tread on them that would make a rally car blush, it was the ones who tried going barefoot through the cum puddles that risked slipping and falling.
That said, even if they did fall, so what? By last period everyone in the school would probably have at least a mild crust of dried milk and jizz on them, so aside from breaking an unprotected phone or landing on your nuts the wrong way, there wouldn't be any noticeable consequence for falling. Every couple strides, Laura could see someone with a huge, distended belly, having recently been filled with cum or milk though one or more holes. It metabolized quickly but tended to spurn on sperm production, essentially turning into a kind of thick, salty hot potato, passed from student to student to teacher to student and so on. One such student was currently getting fucked silly in the hallway, backed up against the lockers as her vagina was stretched by a three-foot-long monster cock, the futa also giving her target a massive titjob as she added to the swell of the supine futa's abdomen with another few dozen gallons of cum. Walking past the rutting pair, Laura's eyes flicked up as the grounded futa scream-groaned, seeing her thick ropes of cum fall short of hitting the ceiling by about a foot before splattering back down on the pair.
Yep, just another day in the most cum-drenched school in the state...