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Worst to First

By Danath

Characters © Sanmer

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"Keep it moving, keep it moving!"

"Catch it! Catch it!"

"Faster, all of you! No dilly-dallying!"

Half a dozen coaches shouted at, threatened, and cajoled several dozen football players engaged in a variety of activities across the football field. College classes had just begun, so many players were tired from school all day, practice all afternoon, and studying all evening.

Mickey let out a grunt as he dove forward against a blocking pad. Several teammates on either side of him did the same as they shoved the heavy metal row down the field on it's large skids. One of the defense coaches, Coach Gardner, a burly, middle-aged black wolf, shouted at them the whole while.

Mickey wasn't the largest member of the team at all. He was, in fact, one of the smallest. Only his speed kept him on the squad as a third-stringer, enough to warrant the sports scholarship that helped pay part of his tuition. When the college first approached the wolf about playing on the team, he was a high school wunderkind. His speed carried his high school to two state championships and drew the notice of scouts. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to transition to the larger, heavier-hitting college league, and had dropped from first-string to third by the end of his freshman year.

The wolf wasn't a runt, but he was small compared to the huge linebackers to either side of him. His frame was lean, built for speed, and he'd even been approached by both the soccer and swim teams, but they couldn't offer him scholarships, and he needed the money or he'd have to transfer to a less expensive school. Mickey's thick pelt itched under his pads. He was hot, tired, and in need of a long soak in a tub. A drink wouldn't hurt, either. But they were here, prisoners of Coach Gardner, until he was satisfied they'd worked themselves hard enough.

Cornerbacks generally didn't practice with the linebacks, but the coaches had Mickey on an intensive strength regimen. Too often when he did see minutes on the field, the wide receivers would brush off his attempts to tackle them or fight for a catch. He'd end up rolling onto the field as the wide receiver sprinted away for a touchdown. The hope was that if he could pack on the strength, he'd be able to hold his own on game day.

So far, it hadn't been working. Mickey was buff, but his body stubbornly refused to grow any bigger. He had a six-pack and all the other benefits, but he looked more like an underwear model and less like the mobile tank the team needed him to be.

"Alright, that's enough," Coach Gardner said, hopping off the back of the skid. Exhausted football players sprawled onto the ground as he stalked around the side. "Lazy, is what you are! Come on! Get up and run! Run to the showers! Anyone I see walking will be doing laps all night! Move it, move it!"

Mickey dragged himself to his feet and trotted towards the locker room. He could easily have run there, blowing past the lumbering linebackers, but paced himself instead, keeping at the head of the group, but not showing them up. Once showered and dressed, he headed for the exit with a book bag slung over his shoulder.

"Mickey! Over here!"

The wolf turned to see Coach Gardner standing in the doorway to his office, one of a dozen in a row along the far wall of the locker room. Each belonged to a different member of the coaching staff, and each was just as cramped and tight as the others. Coach Gardner's was crammed with various bookshelves, memorabilia, and posters. Mickey felt slightly claustrophobic as he took a seat in the beat up wooden chair in front of the coach's desk.

"Look, Mickey, I know you're working hard out there," Coach Gardner said, once the wolf had taken his seat. He wasn't much for beating around the bush. "But the results aren't coming. If you can't get to the level we need you at, you're gonna get cut."

Mickey looked down at the floor, thinking of all the safety schools he'd have to slink away to once his scholarship was gone.

"But I have faith in you. You're fast and smart out there. You just aren't big enough to compete with the rest of the guys."

A glimmer of hope. Mickey lifted his head and his ears turned forward.

"I had a guy come in here earlier today hawking some new sports supplement regimen. Could be a load of crap, but if it works, it could be just what you're looking for."

The large black wolf handed Mickey a colorful brochure. "Get big! Get buff! Don't let the limits hold you back - set new ones!" There was a logo for Sanmer Sports Science at the bottom, which was, the fine print stated, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Sanmer Pharma. The inside of the brochure detailed the specifics of the supplement - a powder mixed in with water six times a day, much like any protein supplement, which Mickey was already taking.

"I ordered you a full course," Coach Gardner said. "It's our hail Mary, Mickey. If this doesn't work, I won't be able to convince the head that you're cut out for it anymore."

Mickey nodded.

"Here, take this." Gardner handed the wolf a card. "Go there and pick up the stuff tomorrow. You can skip practice if you need to."

"Thanks, Coach." Mickey glanced at the card and stuffed it into his pocket. "At this point, I'm open to anything."

"Good! Don't worry, Mickey, I still think you can do it. Maybe this will give you that edge you need."

The meeting was over. Mickey left, went home, and stayed up late studying. After school the next day, he hopped a bus downtown and walked to the address on the card. The storefront was clean and modern, with the words "Sanmer Pharma" in rounded red letters against a white awning. Inside, the floors were glossy white, the walls were backlit, and the employees all wore matching polo shirts. There was a counter in the back and displays on racks arranged throughout the shop. It looked more like a phone store than a pharmacy.

"Hello, and welcome to Sanmer Pharma!" a tall cougar said. Mickey stared at the feline, who's polo shirt strained around his beefy torso. He looked like he could pick up any of the linebackers on the football team with one paw. "How can I help you?"

"Uh... I'm here for an order of this?"

Mickey produced the brochure. The cougar smiled.

"Great choice! I'm currently on that program myself." The cougar grinned. Mickey tried not to stare at his massive chest. The polo pulled tight around his midsection, outlining his six-pack even through his fur.

"What institution are you going through?"

"Hunnewell College."

"Oh, new account! Awesome."

Mickey gave the cougar a few more biographical details. He kept staring at the big male, but tried not to make it too obvious. The cougar was just so ripped... Mickey was insanely jealous. Plus, the cougar smelled amazing. Mickey's nostrils could pick up the scent of his musk easily, and as time passed, it only grew stronger. Soon, the wolf had popped a boner, which he clumsily hid beneath his shirt.

The cougar tapped a few more keys on his keyboard. "Okay, you're all set up. I'll get you your supplements from the back, and you'll be on your way to getting big and beefy like me!"

The cougar laughed as he strutted through the swinging door into the back. Mickey realized he'd been holding in his breath. His nostrils flared, still pulling in that deliciously masculine musk. His cock was so hard it hurt. What was going on with this guy? Did getting that muscular really have this kind of effect on people? Mickey was getting excited. If he had even close to those results, he'd be a lock for the first team.

When the salesman came back through the door, Mickey's eyes went straight to his crotch. Apparently, the wolf wasn't the only one with an arousal issue. A fat tube of solid cougar-flesh poked down the left leg of his khakis, clearly outlined by the fabric. The cougar noticed him staring and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, thing has a mind of its own. Don't worry, though, I have a break coming up where I can take care of it, if you know what I mean."

The cougar shot a glance over to a handsome bobcat across the store, who proceeded to glance at his watch and head quickly for the back room. The cougar thrust a white paper bag towards Mickey. It felt like there were a couple plastic tubs inside, but it wasn't very heavy.

"Thankyouandcomeagain!"

The cougar's breathing was heavy as he turned towards the door. His tail swung back and forth behind him tightly, coiled, and he walked stiffly. Mickey's muzzle dropped as he watched through the ever-narrowing gaps in the swinging door as the cougar pulled his pants down over his thighs, releasing a cock bigger than Mickey thought possible, right into the muzzle of the bobcat from earlier.

Had he been spotted staring? Mickey clutched the bag closely to his chest and hurried from the shop, ignoring the painful arousal in his loins. What a weird experience that was, he though. Still, if the stuff worked on him like it had the cougar...

He hopped a bus back to the campus, holding the package over his lap the whole way to hide his erection, which had failed to go down. He had to hold the bag awkwardly over his crotch as he walked into the dorm and finally made it to his room. He pulled a pitcher of water from his mini-fridge and tore open the bag. Inside were three tubs, each made of white plastic, with the Sanmer Sports Science and Sanmer Pharma logos.

Directions: Use two scoops with sixteen ounces of water four times a day. Eat well, especially the first three days, and take multivitamins.

Simple enough. It was nearing dinner, so Mickey made his first batch and drank it down over the course of two glasses of water. The taste was surprisingly salty, but good. Mickey smacked his lips as he headed for the dining center... though he first took care of a little lingering business from the Sanmer Pharma store. Visions of the hunky, muscular cougar danced in front of his eyes as he relieved a little pressure. He'd be big like that too, he told himself. Just as big. Even bigger. The biggest! He'd lead the team to victory, just like he had... had... in high... high school!

His belly growled beneath the sticky covering of seed. He panted heavily, out of breath. The orgasm had been incredibly tense. His nostrils flared, trying to sniff out any hint of the cougar's musk. Mickey shivered. He wasn't gay, but something about the big feline...

Dinner was excellent. Mickey ate almost four plates of food. Later that night, he had another serving of the supplement, along with three bags of popcorn. He felt less tired the next day, though a little sore. Practice went well - very well - and he continued to eat, snack, nibble, and munch on any kind of food he could find throughout the day. By the time he had his fourth batch of the supplement that night, he was ravenously hungry, and splurged by ordering three pizzas. There wasn't even crust left by the time he fell asleep, his belly fat with sauce and cheese and bread.

He wasn't very fat the next morning. In fact, his stomach looked harder than ever. He ran a paw over his belly, feeling the indents of his six-pack, and smiled. Maybe he was just imagining it. Maybe his metabolism was just kicking into high gear. Maybe it was just false hope. But he felt good and he looked good, and he wasn't going to lose his place on the team. Not today.

Practice went even better. During scrimmage, he caught two interceptions and batted another three passes out of the air, to the point the quarterback quit throwing to his side of the field. It didn't help switching, however, because Mickey was quicker than ever and could dash across to help make plays just about anywhere.

So it went for a month, when he emptied the first tub. He'd been promoted to second string and had gained almost twenty pounds, all of it muscle. Other players on the team chatted him up, trying to figure out his training secrets, but the kept the knowledge of the supplement to himself. Coach Gardner had spoken to him about it, and said the stuff was top secret - any leaks, and the school would lose any privileges to get more of it later on.

Mickey had never been happier to be a test subject. Several more weeks passed and he was halfway through the second tub. His chest had swollen to the point his pecs formed a shelf over his belly. His six-pack had become an eight-pack. His tackles left players complaining that he was going too hard in practice and the coaches delighted with the sudden emergence of a player they'd written off. Coach Gardner was delighted and spent extra time with Mickey in the gym, working the wolf harder than he'd ever been before.

By the time he was a week into the third and final tub, Mickey was getting compliments from everyone. Most were about his play in the game, when he'd been put on the first team and returned two interceptions for touchdowns. One play had made the national sports broadcaster: he'd jumped over one player, spun around the second, and trampled the third on his way to the white line. A few of the compliments were more personal, and not just for his looks. A few of the guys on the team began asking what sort of cologne he wore, which confused him, until he realized the scent they were talking about was his own.

He was nearly a hundred pounds heavier by the time he finished off the third tub. He drank the now familiar drink eagerly that night, just before bed. He flopped onto his covers, naked, as his old pajama bottoms no longer fit. His fat sheath rolled over his thigh, heavy nuts beneath. Mickey growled under his breath as he trailed his fingers up and down his belly and chest, drawing patterns in the tan fur. He felt amazing. Powerful. And horny.

His cock crawled out of his light brown sheath, heavy and dark red in color. The thick stalk extended upwards, past his bellybutton, thick as his wrist, reaching nearly to his nipples. A fat knot rested inside, waiting to push its way out, as he gripped the base and squeezed. Mickey moaned as pleasure coursed through his body. He felt so good when he was jerking himself off. He had to do it almost six times a day during the past week or risk walking around with a boner sticking past the waistband of his jeans.

He curled his fuzzy fingers around his stalk and moaned again, louder, as he dragged his paws down to the base, then again and again. He loved the way his cock twitched against his palms. Clear pre-cum dribbled out of the tip, rolling down the smooth length. Mickey shivered and inhaled deeply, enjoying his own musk as it quickly filled the room.

"Hey, Mickey!"

Someone knocked at the door. The wolf froze on the bed, paws still wrapped around his incredible shaft. He was breathing hard, panting, tongue hanging out over his black lips. He rolled off the bed and grabbed a towel, which he wrapped around his midsection. His cock was rock hard and refused to bend, but he managed to tip it to the side somewhat, though the bulge was clear.

"Just a moment," he called. The voice that spoke was familiar. Coach Gardner?

He opened the door, but kept his hips to the side, behind the wood. The black wolf stood on the other side, arms crossed over his burly chest.

"Hey, Mickey. I'm heading home, but I wanted to come by and let you know the good news," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

"Uh..." Mickey thought quickly. He glanced over his shoulder, realizing how suspicious it looked, and turned back to Gardner. "Sure, just a minute, okay? I was just, uh, getting ready for bed."

The wolf scrambled backwards and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. His cock tickled against the inside of both, tenting out over his belly button. It would have to do.

"Sorry, Coach, come on in!" Mickey called out. He plopped himself into a chair and leaned over, using the bagginess of the sweatshirt to his advantage.

Coach Gardner opened the door and walked in. The black-furred wolf's nostrils flared at the musky smell in the room.

"That's... something," he said, eyes glazing slightly. The wolf shook his head and focused his attention on Mickey. "You would have found out tomorrow at practice, but I wanted to tell you right away. You're on the first team, Mickey."

The brown wolf grinned, but stayed leaning over, elbows on his knees. "That's great, Coach! Thank you!"

"We talked it over at the coach's meeting. Smith had egg on his face," Gardner said. "He wanted to cut you two months ago." The wolf laughed. "Hell, I may even get a promotion out of you, you know that? Everyone is really... really... uh... really excited..."

The wolf's words slowly trailed off as the glassy look came back into Gardner's eyes. He licked his lips, nostrils still working.

Mickey waited out a few awkward moments before speaking. "Coach? You okay?"

Gardner shook his head, as if clearing out cobwebs. His tail bounced back up into a slow wag. "Yeah! Sorry, forgot what I was saying. Anyways, you're doing great, Mickey, and we're all proud of you. Glad that supplement worked."

"Me too, Coach. You have no idea!"

Gardner's eyes glazed over yet again. The wolf's muzzle dropped open and his tongue fell out as his nostrils went wide once more. A wet spot appeared on the front of his khaki pants, at the tip of the bulge of his erection. Mickey's eyes went wide.

"Coach?"

The black wolf moaned in response. He closed his eyes and took an unsteady step forward, paws lifting into the air.

"Coach Gardner?"

There was no verbal reply. Mickey's tail went straight out as the black wolf reached out and clutched at his pecs. The wolf's fingers sunk into his pelt, massaging the muscle underneath. Gardner's muzzle pressed into his sternum, and Mickey could hear the wolf greedily snuffling and inhaling.

"Coach!"

Mickey's cry didn't slow down Gardner, who pulled his sweatpants down over his thighs, out of the brown wolf's not-altogether-protesting paws. The massive erection swung out as Mickey leaned back, along with a wave of the powerful musk currently invading Gardner's senses. Mickey didn't know it, but the pheromonal attraction was a side effect of the supplements. The effects were heightened in close quarters... like the wolf's small dorm room.

Mickey let out a choked gasp as he watched Gardner's furry muzzle wrap around his tip. The other wolf let out a satisfied grunt as he pushed down heavily, taking the shaft to the back of his throat, which barely got past Mickey's tip. Mickey's paws wrapped around Gardner's ears, squeezing firmly. He couldn't help himself. He had to cum so badly, and Gardner had interrupted him while he was taking care of business, and if the coach wanted to suck him off, he couldn't really say no, could he?

Gardner's eyes squeezed closed as his throat swallowed the massive length, forcing it into his throat proper. Both of the wolf's paws wrapped around the rest of the throbbing red length, stroking it madly. Mickey leaned back, legs going straight, arms extended, keeping his grip on the wolf's ears. He pulled Gardner down roughly, moaning as he forced another few inches of cock into his coach's muzzle. Gardner reached between his legs, pushing his paw into his khakis. Mickey could feel his orgasm as the wolf's muzzle twitched and squeezed around his length. Gardner didn't stop, though, and kept bobbing his head, forcing himself down deeper and deeper.

Pre-cum rolled from the coach's nostrils as Mickey leaned forward. His bulbous pecs squeezed against the top of Gardner's head as his paws moved to the back. More pre-cum pumped up his stalk, erupting in the wolf's throat, wave after wave of the salty, rich seed. Gardner jerked and twitched again, shuddering as he came in his khakis for a second time. Mickey shivered as he felt his knot slide from his sheath. It wasn't exposed to the air for long - Gardner's paw wrapped around, covering about half of the knot, which was slightly larger than a softball.

That was enough for Mickey. The wolf couldn't stop himself as he thrust his hips forward, sinking even more of his shaft into the black wolf's throat. His balls contracted moments before his orgasm hit. Gardner's nostrils streamed thick white cum and his eyes rolled back into his head as the potent seed erupted from the stud's shaft. Mickey humped forward, groaning with need, as he emptied his aching balls into the other wolf's muzzle for the next several minutes.

He was still hard when he pulled out. Gardner collapsed on the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. Cum dripped from Mickey's shaft as he leaned back in the chair, arms resting casually behind his head, fingers interlaced. Ropes of the sticky stuff draped over Gardner's prone body as he moaned and jerked his hips, orgasming for the fifth or sixth time in a row.

After a few minutes, Coach Gardner got slowly to his feet.

"Well, anyways... thanks for doing all you do for the team, Mickey. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

And with that, still covered in a heavy layer of wolf cum, Coach Gardner walked out of the room as though nothing had happened. Mickey stared, realizing himself as though for the first time what had just occurred. Had he just fucked his coach's muzzle? There had to be rules against that. And for Coach Gardner to just leave like that, as if nothing happened... what did that mean?

Mickey had experienced more than just physical changes, however, and his new confidence fought back against the doubt. Coach was probably drunk or something, he reasoned, or maybe it was supposed to be a secret. Or maybe he just couldn't help himself. Mickey smiled at that one. After all, he'd lusted over the cougar at the store. And he was now, if anything, just as big and strong. The wolf rolled a paw down his hard shaft, stroking it slowly, feeling the warm saliva and cum squeeze out from underneath his palm. Who could resist this? He grinned. Nobody. Nobody could resist this.

He jacked himself off slowly, deliberately, thinking all the while of the way his cum had splattered out of the wolf's muzzle and nostrils when he'd cum.

Nobody could resist...

Though he was no longer taking the supplement, Mickey's constant exercising meant he continued to grow. He'd shown up for practice as usual and Coach Gardner had said nothing about the night before. In fact, he scheduled Mickey for more private training in the gym. The black wolf spotted for Mickey at the bench press, dialed up the weight for his squats, and timed him on his pushups and situps, all the while sniffing, breathing, and inhaling the sophomore's thick musk.

The exercise session went late, as did every session for several weeks. Mickey loved working out, especially since by the time he was done pumping iron, the weight room would reek of his scent, and Coach Gardner would go glassy-eyed and suck him off. The black wolf's belly fattened up over time as he ended up drinking gallons of the protein-rich wolf cum.

Mickey was a beast on the field, constantly interrupting plays, leaping to swat balls out of the air, or bringing down any wide receiver foolish enough to stand in his way. The team began to play him on offense as well, using him for simple running plays. The quarterback would hand him the ball, and he'd end up in the endzone, sometimes with three or four defenders trying to drag him to the ground. Before anyone knew it, they were playing for a national championship.

The game was exhilarating. Mickey played his guts out. He sacked the quarterback twice and had an interception by halftime. On offense, he scored three touchdowns, including one on a punt return when the special teams coach threw him in "just for the hell of it."

They won the game convincingly and would have carried Mickey off the field, but the wolf was too dense to carry easily, and it took four of them just to get him to the fifty yard line. When the on-field celebration was over, they gathered in the locker room. Mickey focused on what the coaches said as each took a turn to thank them for a good season. All mentioned Mickey, who beamed with pride even as his sweat-soaked, musk-laden scent gradually filled the locker room. The teammates sitting on either side of him felt the effects first, going glass-eyed and erect after a few minutes of exposure.

Coach Gardner was the last to speak, but he was already pretty far gone by the time he stood in front of the team. The black wolf stumbled over his words as teammates around Mickey began groaning or shuddering. Gardner's nostrils flared as he ended his speech and simply stared at the wolf in the center of the room, mouth hanging slightly open.

A paw curled over Mickey's shoulder pad. Another rubbed the inside of his thigh. Mickey glanced side to side, realizing his teammates were pawing at him. There was John, another wolf, and Terrence, a leopard. One of the kickers, a lean hare, pressed into his backside. More approached, all moaning and groaning, each pulling their clothes off as the lust set in.

Mickey leaned back as more than a dozen paws groped at his arms and chest and belly. Fingers tugged at his laces, pulling his equipment from his muscular frame. Muzzles kissed at his chest and neck and legs and everywhere. He glanced up as he felt a muzzle surround his cock and smiled at Coach Gardner, who closed his eyes as he choked down more than half of the massive length. Coach had really improved at sucking dick over the past few months, Mickey thought.

Three muzzles fought for space around the brown wolf's lower shaft and heavy balls. He groans, thrusting slightly, as they elicited some thick bursts of pre-cum, enough to cause Gardner to pull off and take several heaving breaths. More muzzles attached to his nipples, his lips, his fingers and toes. Paws groped at his muscles, squeezing and teasing, each sending warm pleasure through his grown body.

Through the mass of people surrounding him, Mickey could catch glimpses of pairs of players pounding each other's brains out or pumping their hips into a warm muzzle. That was good - there just wasn't enough of him to go around, unfortunately, not with so many people on one team.

Still, he had stamina to spare. Coach Gardner took the full brunt of his first orgasm as the brown wolf shoved him down, forcing his cock as deep as it had ever gone, all the way until the knot pressed into Gardner's lips. The coach's stomach inflated with cum as Mickey howled with pleasure and lust. He pulled Gardner off after a few moments, not wanting to overdo it; the black wolf crumbled, cock out, spitting cum, shivering and thrusting madly into the air as he succumbed to several intense orgasms in a row.

The gray and white hare replaced Gardner a few moments later. Lean and wiry, the kicker slid up against Mickey, pushing his belly and chest against the spurting shaft, gasping with excitement as huge ropes of white jizz splattered over his face and chest. Mickey, however, had other plans. His cock, still rock hard, throbbed angrily as it came. The brown wolf grasped it at the base and leaned forward, easily freeing himself from the myriad paws groping at his super-muscular body. The hare let out a groan as Mickey's paws circled his hips and pushed him onto his back. The rabbit's legs spread, wrapping around Mickey's hips. The wolf's huge cock jerked and throbbed, still spurting, as it nudged up under the hare's wispy tail.

The kicker let out a scream of pleasure when Mickey pushed inside. His cock stretched the smaller male, opening him up like nothing had before. More bursts of cum filled his insides, lubing him up, as Mickey tensed, every muscle bulging obscenely through his pelt. He howled again as he shoved forward, grinding in deeper with every thrust, watching as the rabbit's stomach bulged with the motion of his enormous dick. The smaller male came again and again, writhing around Mickey's monster, until the wolf's knot bumped up against his rear. The brown wolf's paws squeezed tightly around the hare's hips as he considered tying, but pulled back, not wanting to be locked in to someone for too long. Not when the muscular linebacker was whispering in his ear, begging to get fucked. Another linebacker was in the other, asking for the same thing.

Mickey came hard inside the rabbit, bloating the male's belly just as he had with Coach Gardner, who was still on the floor shuddering and moaning. One of the quarterbacks had his mouth wrapped around the coach's shaft. That was good, Mickey thought, as he flooded the kicker's belly with his incredibly warm, potent seed.

And so it went for the rest of the night. Mickey celebrated by pounding the muzzle, rump, or both of each and every player on the team and the coaches to boot. His seemingly endless balls never fully emptied, blasting each muzzle or rump with a fresh load of his musky seed. By the time it was over, cum was draining from the cement floor like buckets of spilled water, and not just his, either. When he couldn't be on top of some tight rump, the teammates pulled together to help each other out, all under the thrall of Mickey's incredibly potent pheromones.

Eventually, however, all good things end. Mickey's cock flopped over his thigh, pointing towards the ground, limp but not yet retracted into his sheath. Moaning teammates littered the benches and floors, sometimes stacked on top of each other, many with stretched rumps they'd have trouble sitting on in the morning. Mickey stood and stretched, groaning as he worked a few kinks out. He showered, spent an hour or two getting sucked off in the hot tub, and headed for home, fully satisfied and spent for the first time, it felt like, since he'd started the supplements program three months ago.

Back in his dorm room, he smiled at the empty tubs on his desk. And plotted how he was going to get even more. Next year, they weren't going to drop a single game. He traced his fingers over the familiar lettering on the front as his cock twitched slightly in his sheath. Sanmer Pharma, he thought. Interesting... he flipped off the light and got into bed, wondering how the supplement was made, and why they'd name it something silly like "M.I.L.K."

The end... for now...