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Going Greek

Freebies Stream #65: Duck Out of Water Edition!

Round 1: Khabi :iconKhabi:

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Quentin kept his head down as he shuffled his way through the crowds of people lining the sidewalks of the large campus. The school's fraternities and sororities were out hunting for new pledges while the sports teams advertised tryout. Speech, student congress, and a myriad of other clubs and organizations all had flyers, pins, and stickers to hand out to the hordes of students milling through the commons area.

Quentin made his way towards the farther end, nearer to his dormitory, where the crowds thinned out. He smoothed his clothes - a tight t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans - with one hand as he adjusted the strap of his backpack with the other. He wasn't sure whether a fraternity was right for him, and the noise some of the guys made in the booths when a new pledge showed up made him roll his eyes. Quentin's figure was less jock and more talk: slim hips and shoulders, a bit on the short side, sandy brown hair and a cute nose.

Plus, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep his little guy down if he were showering with other dudes in a frathouse all the time. And that wouldn't end up well, according to his imagination.

He opened his backpack and stuffed a few flyers for some other campus activities in his bag as he walked towards the dorm entrance, not watching ahead of him.

“Oof!"

Quentin landed hard on his bottom on the sidewalk and his flyers scattered to the side. He looked up wide-eyed, but his mouth hung open instead of saying, “I'm sorry" when he saw who he'd bumped into.

“Oh, well, darlin', aren't you just the cutest!"

The holstein cow stood just over six feet tall. Black and white patched skin lent her face and arms the typical markings, while a thin sweater hugged her oversized bosoms. Quentin's eyes drifted downwards, widening even more as he saw the unmistakable bulge in the holstein's black pair of jeans.

“Uh, s-sorry," Quentin said, reaching for his flyers and trying to get back on his feet at the same time. “My bad."

“All right, well, you have a good day now, sugar," the holstein said, smiling at him with her broad teeth.

She turned around and walked back towards a nearby booth where two other similarly endowed cow-ladies stood and chatted, handing out flyers to passers-by. Quentin read the sign on their table, which featured three prominent Greek letters: ? ? ?

Quentin glanced away, trying not to stare. He'd seen others like the cow ladies before - cats, dogs, all sorts, but none as stacked as them. And three of them!

The skinny human resumed walking, lost in thought, and failed to learn from his previous mistake.

Instead of bumping into a single tall holstein, he found himself surrounded on all sides, having strolled right into a procession of recent pledges making their way back to their sorority from a pledge drive on the other side of campus.

Laughter and loud talking meant nobody could hear Quentin's gasps and yelps as massive, warm breasts squeezed and squished his head, muffling him in sweaters and tops. Broad hips and pert, round rump knocked him in the thighs and hips, battering him back and forth. He reached out, trying to find purchase somewhere.

“All right, ladies, time to go!"

Quentin struggled not to fall underfoot as the pack of bovines moved as a herd towards their sorority house just across the street from the campus, behind Quentin's own dorm room. Their hooves thundered across the pavement, despite their muffling silicon shoes in a variety of colors and styles.

“Hey! Just… stommphfff!"

Quentin tumbled head over heels through the door of the sorority house, carried in by a living wave of beefy ladies. It wasn't until they were all inside that Quentin could pick himself up from the floor in the corner where he'd landed head over heels.

“Owww…"

He winced as he felt a few bruises on his back and legs.

“Ooh, a new pledge!"

“Well, sugar, you shoulda told me you wanted to join earlier!"

“He's a cute one!"

Quentin swung his head around, facing forward, and found his face planted into the generous cleavage of the holstein in the tight sweater he'd stumbled into earlier. Two other sorority sisters leaned around her on either side, grinning at the skinny human.

“All right, pledge! What's your name?"

“Quentin, but I'm not-"

“Quentin! Nice to meet you," the cow said, thrusting a hand forward to grasp Quentin's. She pulled him close, making him faceplant in her cleavage again. “Always happy to welcome new sisters to Mu Mu Mu!"

As one, the other dozen or so sisters chanted in unison: “MU MU MU! WOOOO!"

Quentin tried to yell over the noise in vain.

“Wait! No, I'm not… whooaaa!"

Eager black-and-white hands with thick black nails pedicured to a glossy natural jet finish grasped at Quentin from all sides, pawing at his clothes and stripping them away despite his efforts to wriggle free. The three holsteins boxed him in, groaning and cooing as they squeezed in around him, while somehow stripping their own adornments at the same time.

“You made the right choice joining the triple-Ms," the holstein on Quentin's right said. “I'm Tandy, by the way - you'll be rooming with me!"

Quentin tried to respond, but found his mouth filled with a massive slightly pink nipple. The owner of the nipple in question, the holstein on his left, leaned in close, until her breast wrapped around most of Quentin's head.

“Oooh… and I'm Pat, the activities coordinator!" she said, her voice a melodic croon as she used her hands to push her heavy chest together, squeezing herself tighter to Quentin's head and chest.

“And I'm Betsy," the original holstein said. “I'm the president of the sorority, so I'm the one in charge. Any problems, you come to me. Let's see… anything else you need to know? Hmm…"

Betsy's hips pressed forward, sliding a thick and unmistakably male shaft against Quentin's smooth, bare stomach. It felt huge to Quentin, who gasped as the warm member pulsed against him. His own maleness lurched upright despite himself. How could such beautiful cows have such big dicks?

Two more impressive malenesses joined Betsy's as the three holstein's traded the use of Quentin's mouth, alternating him between their full breasts, while they grabbed his wrists to put to use on their arousals currently jabbing him in the sides. Quentin's arms moved as he inhaled their scent, too overwhelmed by the rapid stimulation to think.

Tandy's hands wrapped around the back of Quentin's head, locking her fingers together, as she tugged him back against her plump, shot glass-sized teat. His stomach pressed up against her's, squeezing her maleness and making her gasp. A blast of warm milk soaked Quentin's mouth.

Surprised, he swallowed instinctively to avoid choking, and then swallowed again, eyes going wide and rolling back slightly as the creamy richness flowed down his throat. Fingernails scraped against his bare, thin hips as Betsy moved behind him, turning him so his backside squeezed into her shaft, which was even larger than Tandy's. His right hand worked on Pat's erection as she stood near, but he couldn't see anything with the size of Tandy's half-white, half-black holstein heifers pushing into his face.

He wasn't sure the moment he stopped trying to explain he wasn't actually a pledge. Somewhere between the first drink of lush, warm, fresh milk, loaded with all sorts of goodness, or when Betsy's thumbs spread his rump cheeks and ground her maleness against him. Tandy and Pat took turns trading his mouth from all four of their overflowing nipples, keeping him greedily guzzling every drop he could, while Betsy's long fingers wrapped around his lower sides, just above his thighs, and pulled him back and down.

The skin around Quentin's right eye bleached itself white as a few dense hairs sprouted in place. By the time Betsy managed to drag her thickness back and slam in again, pumping herself to the hilt from the very get-go, Quentin's right arm turned black, the same pattern as on Betsy's body. He let out a groan that came out as a bellowing moan, eliciting a few chants of “MU MU MU!" from the other sisters still hanging out in the common room of the house, watching the new pledge's induction. Nearly all sported their erections out in the open; several helped each other out with hands and mouths.

Quentin couldn't see any of that, though he heard a few stray noises over the grunts and moans and moos from the three cows tackling him currently. His belly rounded out as the chapter president's oversized shaft plunged into the new pledge again, spreading him wide. His eyes rolled back in his head again, though his lips latched onto Pat's teat, suckling madly, as both of his hands worked on their shafts. He dragged his fingers up and down the smooth, warm flesh of their tools, feeling the broad tips with his palms, sometimes reaching down, past their taut sheaths, to cradle their heavy balls. Pat especially seemed to enjoy that.

The human looked less and less human by the moment as more of his skin changed colors and thickened up, growing in a dense coat of hair matching the pattern of black and white. His chest pillowed outwards as his hips widened, though his smooth and trim belly remained nearly the same.

Betsy grunted as she pumped her hips again, slowly and firmly thrusting her entire length deep into the new pledge, owning the inducted sister's growing rump again and again. She reached out with a paw and grasped Quentin's new, flicking tail, all white with a black tuft at the tip, and gave it a soft yank, eliciting a series of excited grunts and murmurs from somewhere in Pat and Tandy's cleavage.

The house president's hips lurched forward, shoving Quentin forward. Milk streamed down his chin and throat and chest as Pat and Tandy stroked each other off, half-turning to press their large muzzles close together, lips spread, moaning and mooing as their throbbing arousals pulsed in their hands.

Quentin's senses went wild at what happened next. It was like a coordinated maelstrom of lust. Betsy's thickness erupted inside him, flooding his stomach with potent bovine seed. Combined with the huge quantities of fresh milk he'd drank, his transformation accelerated. His breasts billowed again, adding several cup sizes, hanging downwards, capped with huge pale pink nipples, sloshing with excess milk. Between his legs, Quentin's human shaft fattened up, changing colors and altering in shape as it lengthened and thickened. His girly rump plumped up nicely, until Betsy's fingers squished into the pillowy backside as she pulled Quentin back, holding him down as her cock pulsed inside.

He fell away from Pat and Tandy's breasts just as they reached their climax simultaneously. Incredible arcs of white seed flew from their twin erections, splattering across Quentin's black and white torso and face. Betsy's arm pulled him back as she humped upwards, forcing her cock to bulge into his belly, flooding him with gallons of cream, though most ended up running out past her shaft and down her roiling nuts.

Quentin's lips fattened up and her jaw extended outwards. She cried out, moaning and mooing, as the final parts of her body changed. She looked just like the other sorority sisters, though perhaps on the bigger side, something Betsy noticed immediately.

“Well, well! Looks like we got a new candidate for president next year, ladies!" the current owner of that title said. She smacked her hand against Quentin's rump, sending the black and white flesh jiggling. “But she's still just a pledge, and that means pledge week!"

Betsy closed her eyes, savoring the moment as she pulled herself free of Quentin's wriggling, squeezing, clenching backside. Tandy and Pat grinned and turned away, walking towards the activity coordinators bedroom with their hands on each others's half-hard stalks.

The rest of the sorority began to approach in twos and threes as Betsy wiped her fat maleness off on Quentin's panting, heaving torso, smearing her cum with the fresh loads from the other two.

“Don't worry," she said, winking. “Pledge week isn't as bad as it sounds!"

“That's right, pledge!" said one of the sisters. “It's worse! Now, open those cute lips, because pledges are on full-time duty their first week!"

One of the other newer members nodded her head. “Finally! I'll be able to do homework again!"

The former human's eyes closed as the first of what were to be many thick bovine malenesses shoved past her plump lips and into her eager throat. She could feel more sisters approaching and held out her hands to squeeze their sensitive lengths, as yet another moved behind her, hoisting her broad hips upright as another rubbed her smooth, narrow belly, still bulging slightly with seed.

“MU MU MU!"

The end.