Cooling Off the Pecs (Patreon)

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Dawson had always loved the pool area, given how peaceful it was compared to the rest of the gym. And more importantly, lately it had become one of the only places Dawson could relax without worrying about not fitting into the space. Even then, the pool wasn’t built for him anymore—nothing was, but at least the water helped.

He sat on the edge for a moment, catching his breath after an intense chest workout. His pecs pushed out in front of him like a physical barrier between himself and the rest of the world. They didn’t only stick out—they defied logic and commanded attention. Each pec bulged outward so massively that the upper part brushed against his jaw while the lower part hid a portion of his abs. The surface stretched tight and glossy from the pump after the workout, and the constant pressure built underneath as his milk production skyrocketed.

His pecs had grown so much recently that they looked surreal. The inner edges pressed together so firmly that the deep separation he used to admire had turned into a ridiculously tight line that seemed to hold enough pressure between the mounds that nothing could fit there. Everything was so massive that even the rest of his body, already bigger than almost everybody else on Earth, felt secondary.

His shoulders were broad and thick, forced slightly back by his chest’s width. His upper arms looked like massive pillars attached at his sides, but at the same time they seemed modest compared to what they were attached to. His traps rose high behind his neck, making his head look slightly tilted forward between layers of muscle. Every muscle had thickened so much that they fought for space against each other. And still, his chest won every battle.

Dawson took a deep breath and slid himself into the pool. A deep wave moved outward from his body, slapping against the tiled edges before returning softly. His shoulders dropped as everything relaxed and the tension faded from his limbs. The water took part of the load, so even his back got a break.

His pecs rose slowly, almost buoyant, spreading outward and upward in the water and pushing higher until they crowded into his chin. With the underside supported, they didn’t hang as they often did, so they widened as if the water were giving them room to exist freely.

Dawson tilted his head slightly to give himself space. “Man, it feels so good,” he whispered, letting a long sigh of relief slip out of his mouth. “That’s what I needed.”

He relaxed as much as possible, but even in the water, some parts of his body couldn’t settle naturally. His arms pushed out at his sides, forced upward by his lats and the immense bulk of his chest. When he tried to bring his arms in, his forearms bumped into the outer curves of his pecs, and his triceps fought against his lats.

“Still can’t get around you, huh,” he said playfully, looking down with a smirk.

From this angle, it was even more obvious how much space his chest actually took up. Looking down, it filled nearly his entire view, blocking any clear sight of his torso below. The waterline cut across the lower portion, and where it met the muscle, it bent and splashed, pushed outward by ridiculous volume resting against it.

He could feel his pecs still throbbing nicely after the workout, making the pump feel incredible. However, he knew it was something more than just the remaining sensations after a fantastic chest day. His pecs felt fuller, and every inch felt stretched tight, as if there was more inside them than they could comfortably hold. He could feel it especially near the center and underneath, where the weight gathered most and where the pressure felt less like muscle and more like gallons of milk ready to come out.

“Alright, let’s loosen you up,” he whispered, watching the glossy surface of his pecs look even tighter under the bright sun.

Dawson brought both hands up, carefully placing them along the outer edges of his pecs. His hands looked small as they barely covered anything. He pressed inward slowly, testing the tension and loving the sensation. The muscles resisted at first, given how dense and hard they had gotten from the workout. Still, he could feel the fullness under the pressure. He worked slowly, enjoying each second as his massive pecs pulsed faintly.

“Yeah, that’s tight,” he said, nodding as he kept going.

He moved higher, kneading across the upper chest where the incline presses had hit hardest, then back outward and inward again. His pecs flexed involuntarily in reaction to the touch, telling him that the massage was getting somewhere. He saw his chest pushing upward, pressing harder against his chin as his hands kept moving. The water started splashing harder against him, sending waves across the pool as his arms worked and his chest throbbed.

He pressed more firmly and gasped when he felt the pressure shifting inside him. “Look at that,” he said, watching his pecs expand slightly as they produced even more milk. “Hopefully, nobody will mind some cream mixing with the water.”

Dawson smirked, slowly pressing toward the center of his pecs and looking for his nipples to work directly on them. He couldn’t see them with so much bulk on the way, but he could feel the milk gathering at his nipples, ready to burst out. He searched and found the correct area and started moving his thumbs over the broad areolas. His whole body shivered, and he immediately noticed that something deep within had snapped.

He pressed again, slower this time, digging his hands deeper. A thin pale line slipped into the water from each of his nipples, barely visible at first, but the more he pressed, the more obvious the leaking became.

Dawson froze for half a second, then smirked openly. “There it is,” he said.

He pressed again, and the thin lines thickened into steady streams, curling out into the water and spreading fast—not fading as quickly as before. The pressure under his hands changed, and Dawson let out a deeper groan that made some people around look his way.

“Ahhh, yeah! There we go,” he said, panting and laughing.

He didn’t hesitate and leaned forward, working both hands over his heavy tits—pressing from the outer edges inward. Each motion forced more milk out of his nipples, not in little streaks anymore but in a constant flow that poured into the water around him. The pale clouds expanded quickly as his pecs kept delivering the precious cream without breaks.

“Okay—yeah—that’s a lot,” he said, impressed by how much milk was coming out right there. “And man, it feels good,” he whispered as another moan of relief left his mouth.

The more he worked, the easier it got to draw more milk out. The deep fullness that had been building in his chest started to give way. The pool changed quickly as the clear water turned into a dense, milky haze that spread outward freely. The flow wasn’t stopping; if anything, it was picking up with every passing second.

“Man, I should’ve done this sooner,” he said to himself. He looked down at the water, now turning opaque around him, then smirked. “Good thing I don’t run out,” he added. “Pretty sure I’m just refilling while I’m doing this.”

He shook his head, loving every second of it, and kept going. At this point, the milk spreading across the water had gone from noticeable to ridiculous. It poured with every pass of his hands, feeding into the already clouded pool, and spreading faster than the water could clear it. The area around him was no longer only hazy—it was fully white.

Dawson barely paid it any mind. He only moved again, trying to reach the center of his chest, pressing inward where the two sides crowded together. His arms struggled to cross far enough, blocked again by his titanic tits. He adjusted his angle and tried again, managing only partial pressure.

“Yeah, that’s not happening alone,” he admitted, with a grin.

Still, he kept working on the areas he could reach. And the more he worked, the more the water changed. Dawson leaned back slightly, letting the water support his body as he continued, absorbed in the process. His pecs still looked massive, but the internal pressure was starting to give—not as much as he would’ve wanted.

He closed his eyes for a second, pressing again. “I wouldn’t mind having my milking machine here,” he said. “Or a few hands to help me,” he added, so lost in the sensations that he didn’t notice a few men coming closer.

“What the hell—” a deep male voice said, a few feet away.

Dawson didn’t open his eyes right away. He was still leaning back slightly, working along the outer part of his chest, pressing inward, and drawing out another heavy stream of milk into the clouded water. He took a deep breath and then finally opened his eyes.

A group of guys had gathered close, all of them big—clearly regular lifters. The men had thick arms, solid chests, and wide shoulders, physiques that would stand out anywhere else in the gym, but next to Dawson, they looked like twinks. He had seen the men before, having brief interactions during workouts. However, their faces showed that their focus was on the body and not on the routine this time.

“Damn, Dude,” one guy said, shaking his head and getting closer. “You got even bigger.”

Another let out a low whistle as his eyes scanned Dawson’s massive tits. “That’s not even normal anymore, man.” He paused, searching for a word, then laughed. “That’s insane.”

Dawson smirked, flexing his tits to make them bounce. The action sent strong jets of milk out of his nipples, making the scene look even hotter. “Yeah?” he said. “Just a chest day.”

“Just a—” The first guy shook his head, moving even closer and staring down at how Dawson’s pecs crowded into his chin. “Man, your chest is bigger than my whole upper body.”

“Fair.” Dawson laughed, clearly pleased with that. “Feels like it right now,” he said, bringing both hands up again, trying to press inward along the center. His arms stalled halfway, blocked like before, and he exhaled through his nose. “Actually—” He looked up at them as a playful grin spread on his lips. “You guys mind helping me out for a second?”

They blinked at him.

“With what?” one of them asked, though his eyes were stuck on Dawson’s chest.

Dawson pushed his tits higher to emphasize their fullness, gesturing toward himself. “I need more hands. There’s too much to cover,” he said casually. “Can’t reach half of it like this.”

There was a brief pause, then one of the guys laughed. “You serious?”

Dawson shrugged. “You see how much there is,” he said, flexing his chest again and making the whole mass bounce and press tighter together. “I’m not exactly working with normal range anymore. Even my arms are getting too thick.”

That was all it took.

“Yeah—yeah, alright,” the first guy said, already moving closer until his torso pressed against Dawson’s pecs. “I mean, I’m not saying no to that.”

The others followed without much hesitation, with open curiosity and admiration. One of them reached out, then stopped just short, like he wasn’t sure how much pressure he was supposed to use.

“Like this?” he asked, pressing softly near Dawson’s right nipple.

“Start here,” Dawson said, guiding him with a nod toward the outer part of his pec. “Press inward. You’ll feel the pressure.”

The guy placed his hands against the massive pec, spreading his fingers as if trying to cover more surface—which barely did anything. Even then, it barely made a dent.

“Damn it—” the guy whispered as he pressed, but Dawson still reacted to the touch.

Dawson moaned as the added pressure hit deeper than before. “Yeah! Like that,” he said, letting his head tilt backward a bit. “Don’t hold back.”

That was all the encouragement they needed. Another guy got on the opposite side, placing both hands against the outer portion and pressing inward to mirror the motion. A third moved closer to the lower part, slowly lifting and pushing upward at the same time. Another one focused on the area around the nipples to tease him.

Where Dawson’s hands had been working in sections, the guys covered a much wider area. The leaking intensified, turning into a continuous flow that poured out in response to the combined force.

“Fuck, it’s so hot—” one of them said, watching the water around them turn even denser as the white cream spread faster than before. “It’s like it’s not even slowing down.”

“It doesn’t,” Dawson replied with a grin. “Trust me.”

They kept going, moving their hands, pressing, and adjusting as Dawson guided them.

“Higher—yeah, right there,” he said, moving slightly so they could reach more. “And under—lift it a bit—there you go.”

Each instruction came with another visible reaction, another deep groan or moan as the pressure eased and the flow continued.

One of the guys laughed, shaking his head as he worked. “Man, this is unreal.”

“Feels unreal,” Dawson replied, not even opening his eyes for a second. He smirked again, clearly enjoying the whole situation. “I guess I needed a crew,” he added casually.

With several sets of hands working across his chest, pressing from every angle, Dawson stopped trying to do it all himself and just let it happen as the pressure kept easing and the pool around them continued to turn completely white.

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PS: Plot submitted by a Support-tier member as part of the tier's benefits. Scenario based on a muscle morph I did as a commission for said member.