He felt a wet nose sniffing at his canine pussy. His knees buckled, but he stood up straight. "No, boy, not again." He looked around, and found a much baggier pair of pants, and a stocking cap, as Mitch heard a knock on his door. "Hey, man, you okay? Sounds like a bit of a ruckus in there." Kevin asked. "I'm...uh...fine..." Mitch said, distraction evident in his voice. He hurriedly got dressed, and walked out of his room. "Change of clothes? You sure everything's okay, bro?" Kevin asked. "Yeah, my pants got wet..." Mitch replied. Kevin was about to ask another question, when a cheer erupted from the living room. Flushed, Mitch headed to the rest of his friends. "C'mon, man, the game's on. Let's go."
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The game continued...and continued to suck. A more and more concerned Mitch felt his new equipment burning with need. Unbeknownst to him, he was producing pheromones overtime. One by one, each of his friends' dicks began to rise to attention. Then...