Kota didn't stop.
He couldn't.
The moment Milton's fat ass clenched around the first brutal inch of his new, monstrous cock, something primal and insatiable snapped loose inside him, flooding his veins with a heat that drowned out every ache, every doubt, every rational voice screaming that this was the locker room shower in the middle of a school day.
He kept fucking, hips snapping forward with deep, punishing thrusts that drove every thick, veiny inch deeper into that gripping heat, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiled walls like thunder trapped in a bottle. Steam swirled thick and heavy around their bodies, the hot spray from the open showerhead beside them cascading down Kota's back and over the curve of his own ass, mixing with the sweat already beading on his dark skin.
Milton's hole was more grippy than anything Kota had felt so far today, tight, almost DE circulating in its resistance, the walls fluttering and squeezing like they had never been properly stretched by anything bigger than a couple of pathetic, small-dicked fucks from before. It was obvious the tall femboy had never taken real dick, never been opened up by monster dildos or the kind of girth that left you ruined and gaping for days. Today Kota would change that. He would make Milton addicted, pound him until that nice, fat ass remembered the shape of him forever.
He fucked harder, hips rolling with powerful, deliberate strokes that ground the fat head of his cock right against Milton's prostate on every inward thrust, the angle perfect in the steamy confines of the stall. The impact made those big, soft cheeks ripple and clap loudly, the sound wet and obscene, water and pre-cum splattering with every heavy smack of pelvis against ass
. Kota's hands dug into the soft flesh of Milton's hips, fingers sinking deep enough to leave marks, pulling him back onto every thrust so the stretch was relentless, merciless. He loosened him up deliberately, long, dragging pulls followed by sharp, slamming drives that forced the tight ring to yield, to open wider, to flutter and spasm around the impossible thickness until the grip became slicker, sloppier, the hole starting to gape just a little on every outstroke.
Kota's new size meant all asses would feel tight now, but this one fought him beautifully, the combination of the massive girth and the still-resistant walls were making his dick go numb halfway through, the overwhelming pressure dulling the sharp pleasure into a deep, throbbing fullness that bordered on too much.
It wasn't as good as it should have been, the numbness creeping in, the sheer volume of cock stretching everything to its limit, but Milton was obviously enjoying himself beyond words.
The tall femboy moaned like a wild dog, tongue lolling out between parted lips, eyes rolled back, body shaking violently as he came untouched with every single prostate-crushing thrust.
Thick ropes of cum spurted from his small cocklet, splattering the wet tiles beneath him in messy arcs, his hole clenching and milking around Kota's shaft in desperate, rhythmic pulses that tried to pull him even deeper.
Kota kept going, lost in the rhythm, the steam making everything slick and hazy, the water from the showerhead pattering against his shoulders and running down his chest in warm rivulets that mixed with the sweat pouring off both their bodies. Milton's moans grew louder, rawer, turning into full-throated howls that bounced off the shower walls and echoed through the empty changing room.
"Ahh—fuck—yes—stretch me—ruin me—your cock is so fucking huge—fuck me forever—imgonna feel you for days—ahhhh!" Each word broke apart into another desperate cry as Kota pounded him, hips blurring now, the wet slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh growing faster, wetter, the fat head bullying that swollen prostate until Milton was cumming again, legs trembling, ass rippling wildly around the invading length.
Kota felt his own release building deep and heavy, the numbness giving way to a slow, powerful surge that coiled tighter in his balls, the new stamina making the edge drag out longer than it ever had before.
When it finally crashed over him, he buried himself to the hilt with one final, savage thrust, flooding Milton's guts with thick, endless ropes of cum that overflowed instantly, leaking out around the stretched rim in creamy white rivers that mixed with the shower water and ran down the femboy's quivering thighs.
Milton moaned like it was torn from his soul, a shrill, broken wail that echoed through the entire shower room, his body seizing hard as another untouched orgasm ripped through him, his hole spasming wildly around Kota's pulsing cock.
Kota held him there for a long moment, grinding deep, letting every last spurt paint those inner walls before he finally pulled out with a slow, wet pop.
The sudden emptiness made Milton whimper, his gaping hole winking open and closed, cum gushing out in heavy, obscene globs that splattered onto the tiled floor and swirled down the drain with the running water.
Kota turned around, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening with a mix of cum and lube, and froze.
The entire crowd of boys from the changing room was standing there at the entrance to the shower area, a dozen pairs of eyes wide and locked on the scene.
They had clearly heard the moans, the slaps, the shrill cries, and had come to investigate. Now they stood in stunned silence, towels half-draped over shoulders, gym shorts tented obscenely in every direction, obvious hard-ons straining against thin fabric as they stared at Kota's massive, cum-smeared cock and Milton's ruined, leaking ass.
The air crackled with shock and raw hunger, the steam swirling around the silent group like it was holding its breath, waiting for whatever came next.
Kota's heart slammed against his ribs, the weight of their stares hitting him all at once, but the numbness in his dick and the fresh, heavy load he had just pumped out left him standing there, naked and exposed, with no idea how to make any of this stop.