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For a while, Adrian stayed there, trying to get his head back in place. Part of him was ashamed after orgasming right there, in front of Barrett and Charlie, without even touching his cock. But another part of him couldn’t help but smile a bit as his eyes were still locked on the two pairs of gigantic tits before him. The couch, the floor, their bodies—everything was covered in that thick mix of cum and milk, slowly sliding and dripping in places.

Barrett noticed Adrian’s reaction, looking down for a second before coming back up. A smirk spread across his face. “So, what do you think about the offer?” He said, too casually, after the recent events and the mess they left.

Adrian blinked, snapping out of a trance. “Offer?” he whispered, looking between both guys and trying to catch up with the conversation more than just the pec fucking.

Charlie was still lying on the couch, panting heavily as his tits continued to leak. Barrett’s tits hadn’t stopped either, and Adrian couldn’t help noticing the last small pulses from his cock, adding more cum to the mess already covering everything.

Adrian shook his head, trying to focus. “I don’t know,” he said. “I mean, yeah, I liked what I saw. I’m not gonna lie. But that’s a lot. I probably need some time to think about it.”

Barrett chuckled, remembering feeling the same way a couple of years ago. “Yeah. That sounds about right,” he said. “I didn’t say yes right away either.” He leaned back a bit. “There were other things that helped convince me.”

Adrian looked at him. “Other things?”

Barrett nodded. “I’ll show you,” he said, stepping again from Charlie and sliding his softening cock off the deep cleavage.

Adrian looked around, still trying to understand how it was all even possible. “What happens to all of this?” he asked.

Charlie casually lifted his hand, smiling lazily. “I’ll take care of it,” he said, and without hesitation, he dragged his fingers slowly through the thick mix spread across his tits, gathering some of it before bringing his hand up to his mouth. He groaned as he swallowed, clearly enjoying the taste. “I always do,” he added, shifting on the couch and making his tits bounce against each other as more of the mix slid down them. “Honestly? It’s my favorite part. He makes a mess,” he said, looking at Barrett with a smirk, “and I clean it.” He licked his fingers again, slower this time. “It tastes really good.”

Barrett laughed, evidently used to Charlie doing this type of cleaning but still enjoying it. He got closer and gave one of Charlie’s tits a solid smack. The impact made them bounce hard, and it pushed out a thick burst of milk from his nipples. “See?” he said, winking at Adrian. “Best cleanup service on campus. Most of the time, he’s the reason it gets this bad anyway.”

“Hey,” Charlie responded, laughing and playfully rubbing the sides of his tits, clearly not offended at all. “That’s on you.” He didn’t stop what he was doing. He kept dragging his fingers over his chest, scooping up more of the mix and bringing it to his mouth, taking his time with it to enjoy the whole process even more. “Besides,” he added between licks, looking up at Barrett, “you’ve been tasting even better lately.”

Barrett laughed and softly patted Charlie’s tits, then looked at Adrian. “Come on,” he said, motioning for him to follow.

Adrian stood and followed, but still watched Charlie for longer than he meant to, observing how he continued cleaning himself with almost obsessive focus.

Barrett led Adrian down the hall and into his bedroom—a room way bigger than anything Adrian expected from student housing. The bed alone looked big enough to swallow him whole, and everything had a clean and expensive feel, like the rest of Barrett’s place. It didn’t even feel like a dorm, more like walking into someone’s private suite.

Barrett grabbed a towel and started wiping down his chest and abdomen like nothing crazy had just happened, like this was part of his normal day. “I’m serious, by the way,” he said. “You don’t get how important it is to have someone like Charlie around until you’re in it yourself.” He dragged the towel slowly across his tits, wiping off some of the leftover milk and cum, then looked at Adrian. “You wouldn’t last long on your own without him.”

Adrian listened carefully, still trying to catch up with everything. “And if I said yes?”

Barrett tossed the towel aside without much thought. “Then you wouldn’t have to worry about that,” he said. “Charlie would be there for you too. He’ll be part of my inheritance for you,” he added, chuckling. “I’m kidding, but I’m sure he’ll love to stay to have fun with you.”

He reached for a pair of shorts and stepped into them, and Adrian didn’t even blink all along. It wasn’t only the fact that Barrett was getting dressed—it was how his body moved while doing something that simple. The shorts got stuck halfway up his thighs, bunching and stretching while Barrett worked them higher with both hands. They clearly weren’t made for a body like his, and Adrian could see the tension in the fabric as it struggled to go any further.

Adrian couldn’t look away, even when he told himself to stop. When Barrett shifted his weight to pull them up, everything moved with him. His cock and balls swayed heavily between his legs, slapping against his massive thighs. He had to pause for a second and adjust himself, carefully pushing his cock and balls into place so they’d fit inside the shorts. Even that looked impressive since it seemed like the space wasn’t enough, but he made it work anyway. Only after that, he managed to pull the waistband all the way up over his massive ass, stretching the fabric so much that it looked like it might rip if he moved too quickly.

Adrian didn’t even realize he was staring so openly until his cock stirred in his cum-soaked pants. He blushed and tried to look away, but Barrett was already moving.

The big guy grabbed another pair of shorts and tossed them at Adrian. “You should probably change,” he said, nodding toward Adrian’s crotch. “People here don’t mind wet spots as much, but I know it gets uncomfortable once it starts to get dry.”

Adrian flushed even more as he caught them. “Oh, yeah.”

“They’re Charlie’s,” Barrett added. “They should fit you. Might be a little tight around the hips and glutes, though. You’re thicker than him around that area.” He looked Adrian over again, winking at him. “Don’t have anything for your shirt, though,” he added.

Adrian looked down and only then noticed the small wet spots across his chest, leftover from everything that had sprayed earlier.

Barrett shrugged. “You can go shirtless,” he said. “If you’re gonna be the Source, you’ll have to get used to that anyway.”

Adrian tried hard to remain calm. “Okay,” he said, looking around and trying to find somewhere to change.

Barrett turned his back like it was nothing. “You’re good. Go ahead. I promise I won’t look if you don’t want to,” he said, incredibly politely. “I’ll have to see all that at some point anyway,” he added, smirking and laughing softly.

Adrian paused, then started changing, pulling off his clothes and stepping into the shorts. They fit tightly but not uncomfortably. Once his shirt was off, he finally noticed that his chest felt different. He looked down and could see how his pecs had grown after drinking Barrett’s milk earlier. It wasn’t a huge change, but enough for him to notice it right away. He lifted a hand and pressed his fingers against his pecs, testing the weight and trying to process the new size.

Barrett turned back around as Adrian finished and let out a low whistle. “Damn,” he said. “You look good. And that’s without much milk yet.”

Adrian couldn’t help smiling at that. “Thanks.”

They walked back out into the main space, and as they passed through, Adrian looked over without meaning to. Charlie was still cleaning, completely focused, using both hands and his mouth to leave his body spotless. He was taking his time, dragging his fingers across his tits, licking them clean, clearly enjoying every second of it instead of only trying to get it done.

Barrett leaned in a little closer to Adrian. “He’s gonna be busy for a while,” he said, pleased with the scene. “But trust me, it pays off later.”

Adrian only nodded, still not trusting himself to say anything without sounding stupid.

They headed for the elevator, and the second the doors closed, Adrian took a deep breath out of instinct and noticed how Barrett smelled. The scent was a musky mix of sweat, dried milk, and cum that filled the whole elevator, intoxicating Adrian in the best way. It made his head feel a little fuzzy for a second as his thoughts slowed down before he forced himself to stay focused. He was desperate to bury his face between Barrett’s tits, but he resisted the urge.

When the doors opened, Barrett kept walking as casually as always. “There are a lot of perks,” he said. “Real ones.”

Adrian followed, listening while Barrett started listing them off one by one. Private access to machines, no restrictions on when he could use them, full access to the gym, unlimited food, events, and it kept going. Each one sounded bigger than the last, but Barrett talked about it like it was all normal, like it was part of the deal and nothing special.

“And I’ll show you all that later,” Barrett added, looking back at Adrian. “But first I wanna show you something else.”

“Something else?” Adrian asked, still trying to keep up.

Barrett grinned. “Sports.”

They headed toward the football field, and Adrian could tell from a distance that it wasn’t some basic college field. It looked expensive and way bigger than anything he had seen in person before. When they actually entered, it looked even more impressive. But then, Adrian’s attention changed toward someone there, standing off to the side, and even in a space that big, the guy’s frame stood out.

“Daxton,” Barrett called.

The shirtless guy turned, and Adrian’s eyes widened slightly. Daxton’s build was insane—not only big, way past that, but not as massive as Barrett’s frame. His tits looked ridiculous, pushing way beyond what Adrian had already thought was normal here. They looked heavy, full of milk, and heavy, forcing him to arch his back slightly to support them. Even from a distance, Adrian could tell they were packed tight, stretched to the point where every small movement made them jostle beautifully.

Barrett walked right up and put his hands on Daxton’s tits, grabbing and squeezing the mounds while he talked. “You’ve been making progress,” he said, sounding pleased.

Adrian froze for a second, watching the scene unfold. What threw him off wasn’t what Barrett was doing, but how Daxton reacted. There was no hesitation and no awkward pause. The second Barrett’s hands pressed into his tits, Daxton’s whole body surrendered to the touch. His shoulders dropped a little; his chest pushed forward into Barrett’s grip instead of pulling back. It was like he’d been waiting for it.

“Thanks. It feels good,” Daxton said with a grin.

Then, as Barrett squeezed a little harder, Daxton gasped, and his chest tightened under the pressure. His nipples twitched visibly and started to leak. The more Barrett worked his hands into him, the more Daxton’s body gave in to it. His head tipped back slightly, and his mouth remained open as moans slipped out of him, louder this time.

Barrett nodded. “Daxton’s the quarterback of our football team,” he said, looking back at Adrian to introduce him to the football player. “He loves my milk, but also loves when I take my time to empty his tits,” he added, winking at Adrian. “This is what I meant—the attention, the admiration; it all comes with the role.”

“I’ve been too full lately,” Daxton said between moans.

Barrett smirked, leaning in to press his tits against Daxton while still squeezing hard. “I think we could help, right, Adrian?” he said, gesturing for Adrian to come closer. “He’s the next Source, by the way,” he added, looking at Daxton’s blissful face.

Daxton’s eyes lit up right away as he looked at Adrian. “Seriously?” he asked, and the excitement in his voice was obvious. Before Adrian could even answer, Daxton shifted his stance, opening himself up more and pushing his chest forward even more on purpose. His tits bounced from the movement as they came closer to where Adrian was standing. “Then don’t hold back,” he said. “Do whatever you want. It’s an honor.”

Adrian hesitated for a second, thrown off by how eager Daxton looked, but he still stepped forward. His hands came up almost on their own, pressing into Daxton’s tits, feeling the weight and the firmness. They were heavier and firmer than he expected, but he still sank his fingers into the flesh.

Daxton moaned louder, almost crying out as Adrian and Barrett worked together on his tits. His whole body tensed, then leaned into Adrian’s hands, like he needed more of it. His nipples started leaking faster, and streams ran down his chest as his breathing shortened. Every squeeze made him moan; his shoulders tightened, his chest pushed forward harder, and his head tilted back in pure bliss.

Barrett leaned closer to Adrian while they worked together. “See?” he said. “You’re not only getting something out of it. You’re giving them something as well,” he added, looking downward and noticing Adrian’s hard cock in the shorts. “But you still get to enjoy it.”

Adrian flushed again, but this time he didn’t stop. He didn’t pull his hands away. Something else clicked in his mind. Becoming the Source wasn’t just about getting bigger and producing ridiculous amounts of milk; it also meant sustaining the whole system at Borst and keeping everyone happy—just like Charlie and Daxton. If the job came with some perks, Adrian couldn’t deny that the offer was appealing.

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