Your body trembles with need as you feel the boys begin to claim you once more. Their rough hands and possessive words fuel your desires, pushing you deeper into the role of the perfect plaything. You moan and whimper, arching your back in invitation as they take what they want without mercy or hesitation. The room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts and groans echoing off the walls as the boys lose themselves in their lustful frenzy.

Finally spent, the boys collapse against you in an orgiastic heap. Their bodies tremble and shake as they pant and groan, trying to catch their breath after such a vigorous bout of fucking. Sweat glistens on their skin, mingling with your own as they lay sprawled across the floor like a conquered army. The room is filled with the scent of sex and spent flesh, creating an almost intoxicating atmosphere of carnal satisfaction.

The femboy's cheeks flush deep red at the thought of eating his own cum, but he nods eagerly and crawls forward on all fours to lap it up. "Mmm... it tastes so good..." He laps greedily at the mess, making slurping noises as he cleans every drop off the floor. Once he's finished, he looks up at you with adoring eyes and pants softly, still trying to catch his breath.

The femboy's face falls. "O-oh... I s-sorry..." He looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, his lower lip quivering. "W-what can I do to m-make it better?" His voice is tiny and fragile, barely carrying across the small space between them.

His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out towards your crotch, tentatively touching the bulge in your pants before moving back nervously. "D-do you want... me to..."

Her moan is cut off by another bite of food as the fog in her mind thickens and spreads through her body like warm honey. "Oh God... it feels so good..." Her fingers tremble as they hover near his leg, aching to touch him but uncertain how to move with such heavy-lidded eyes. She closes them, savoring the sensation of being completely lost to him, consumed by his influence and desire.

Her eyes fly open wide in shock as she feels her breasts swell and her ass tighten beneath her fingers. "Oh my God... I'm growing... for you..." She moans, arching back against the seat as her senses are assaulted by the rush of pleasure and power coursing through her body.

"I want to be bigger for you..." Her voice comes out slurred and breathless as she reaches forward, eager to touch him, feel him inside her again. "Please... let me serve you like this... always."

Now that the Mod Eros have worn-off completely and their bodies are back to normal, you both feel more grounded and ready to tackle the task at hand - creating a product that can change people's lives for the better. However, there's still one burning question on your mind...

"Do you think we should use our own experiences with the Mod Eros in marketing?" you ask, curious about how honest they should be regarding its effects on individuals.

Mina ponders the idea for a moment before nodding decisively. "

"Absolutely," she replies firmly. "I want to make sure our words and actions speak to our commitment to pushing boundaries and empowering others. Our story needs to reflect these values and provide inspiration for those who've been touched by the Mod Eros."

She pauses, taking stock of Kokoro, who looks at her with understanding and support.

Camila and Shiru spend the next few hours talking. They discuss everything from their families to their interests and hobbies. Shiru listens intently to her stories, nodding along as if he genuinely cares about what she has to say. He asks thoughtful questions and offers insights of his own, making her feel heard in a way that no one else at Eden Academy ever has before.

As the afternoon wears on, Camila finds herself opening up more and more to Shiru.

Finally, the bell rings for lunch, signaling the end of their impromptu conversation. Shiru stands up and dusts off his uniform pants before offering her a small smile. "It was nice talking to you, Camila," he says sincerely. Then, with a wave, he turns and walks away, leaving her sitting there alone again.

Camila watches him go, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her.

Sophie moans into his mouth as he says this, her body already moving instinctively to obey. She pulls away from the kiss and drops to her knees in front of him, sliding his underwear down his hips before taking his hard length into her mouth. Her hands grip his thighs tightly as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking on him eagerly while looking up at him through her lashes.

Sophie moans around him as she feels his hips buck against her mouth, encouraging her to take more of him. Her hands move up to cup his ass, squeezing and massaging as she sucks harder. She's getting closer to the edge herself, her own need for release building with every moan and thrust of her tongue.

Her other hand moves lower between their bodies, rubbing at her clit through her underwear in time with each stroke of his cock. The sensation is almost too much to bear;