"I wannall o it," mumbled Snake as he sucked Coach Pacheco. The man was now slumped against the sink counter,
and his body seemed more like cellophane.
Vinnie was scrambling around on the floor keeping his master's growing balls in his mouth as much as possible.
He caught a glimpse of the flattened husk that had been Ryan. Then realized, it wasn't Ryan, Ryan was in
Snake's balls. Vinnie lapped harder and harder.
"Oooh, ya!" gasped Pacheco as he completely deflated.
Vinnie smacked his lips.
Snake burped, and sat on the counter between the two flattened jocks. His body was even more muscular than
before. He grinned as he examined his reflection in the mirror. "I guess you really are what or who you eat."
"Mmmpft, mm, hm," muttered Vinnie from Snake's crotch.
Ooooooooooooooooooh.
Ryan Standish and Coach Pacheco swirled and churned together in Snake's balls. They were just a couple of
loads of cum. The jock and coach's essences and memories churned together. Ryan remembered Coach's
girlfriend, and Coach remembered Stacy. It was weird, but it was right. They were sex gods now. They were
the the sperm.
Vinnie knew this too, but Snake hadn't quite picked up on it. Snake was the vessel, not the master. Vinnie
lifted Snake's legs up. Snake opened his eyes. His massive dripping cock filled his vision. Instinctively, he
opened his mouth.