Learning Curves

Above the gabled gate, worked of curling metal, were the words '

Mendia University. Knowledge is Power

'. Aben Lorenz admired those words, reading them at last in the flesh. Finally. He was here!

It wasn't too surprising, truth be told. As heir of the Lorenz Foundation, his family connections could have gotten him into any school in the country. But he'd chosen Mendia for its dedication to the mission of advancement in the cooperation between humans and the various monster races. He'd always been fascinated with the inhuman species, though he'd never gotten to know any very well. His parents had been very 'traditional' in that respect. But now, he was here.

"Gonna spend all day admiring the entrance?"

Aben looked down in surprise to find the source of that voice. He'd seen goblin maids before, but had rarely been addressed by one. She was short, like all her kind, and also like all her kind, she was beautiful. Her t-shirt had been tied up under her firm breasts like some makeshift tank top, revealing her green stomach and a ruby piercing in her bellybutton. A skirt swelled with her hips, cocking as she eyed him, her smile amused and golden eyes gleaming. A perfect squat hourglass figure of green loveliness.

"Oh," Aben said, laughing, blushing a little at how suggestively the short stack was dressed. "Sorry. I just got caught up."

"Yeah? Never seen a college before?"

"No, I have. I'm just so happy to be here!"

She eyed him with a smirk. "Are you? Well, that's fantastic! We always need more energetic studs to come and further their... education."

Aben blushed. "S-studs?"

She flapped her hand dismissively. "Just goblin slang. Don't worry about it. You must be Aben."

He gaped at her. "How'd you know?"

She cackled, slinging an arm in his and walking him through the gate and down the cobbled path. "Puh-leeze! Everyone's heard about you coming here. It's been talk of the sororities! The heir of the Lorenz Foundation coming to our little school? That's huge news! Which was why I was waiting for you."

"You were?" Aben said.

"Of course! Name's Gillia, and I'm gonna give you the grand tour."

Aben was surprised, but pleased the goblin girl knew of him. He didn't like reminding people of who he was, but it was flattering that they knew of him. Of course, his family was very important, though he'd never dream of using it to pull rank on anyone. He intended to make his own way in the world, and let himself be judged by his merits. His chest puffed out a little at the thought. All that being said, he wasn't complaining that his family name got such a pretty woman hanging off his arm. He snuck a peak at her, admiring Gillia's lovely face; tiny features perfectly fitted to her green skin, and despite himself, he found himself glancing down her shirt at the ripe, green orbs of her breasts. Gods she was busty. He felt his blush deepening at the mental image of his face buried between those tits...

"Earth to Aben! You in there?"

Aben jerked out of his reverie. "Um, yes? Sorry?"

Gillia gave him an amused look. "See something you like?" she said.

Aben's face turned cherry red. "O-oh! I'm sorry, I just... I mean, you're so beautiful and I... uh..."

Gillia giggled, elbowing him in the ribs. "Aw, it's okay, cutie! No harm no foul. But if you liked that, then I think you'll just love my proposal."

"P-proposal?"

"Sure! You figure out a place to stay while you're here yet?"

"Oh, yes," he said, grateful for anything that would turn the conversation away from his staring as they made their way across the quad. "My family got me a place in town, actually. It's really nice-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it's beautiful," Gillia said dismissively. "But I bet it's not filled with goblin coeds, right?"

"Um, no. I don't think so. It's a private residence-"

"Sure! Sure! But that's all the more reason to reeeeeally think about where you want to spend your years at university. You don't want to be living all hoity toity like you have been already, right? Uni is a place for experimentation! For fun! For discovering whole new... things about yourself..."

Aben sucked in a breath as he felt Gillia press her breasts against his arm. Those firm yet malleable melons so tantalizing. So close. So soft...

"W-well," he said, glancing around nervously, noticing they were in a strangely empty part of the grounds, shaded by tall, ancient trees and a large red stone building. "I um... that is..."

"And BGB would looooove to have you in it."

"BGB?"

"My sorority! We've got tons of members."

"Um, wow. Well, I um... I didn't think that men could join a sorority."

"Well, not normally. But the girls felt like making an exception for you. They'd just love to have a cutie like you hanging around."

"They would?"

"Sure! And I'm sure you'd be happy to offer all your skills around the place. The girls have really missed having a dedicated stud around."

"S-stud?"

"Goblin slang, Aben. Remember? But don't worry. You'll learn tons more while with us..."

Aben rubbed his head, nervous and feeling a little overwhelmed, but mostly just aroused. The thought of a whole building filled with lovely green girls like Gillia made him acutely aware of how tight his pants had gotten. "Well, um, that's very generous-"

"You're absolutely right! Knew you'd be a smart guy. Us goblin girls love smarties, you know. That's why we really go to university. To find hot, smart, cute guys to make us some bodaciously virile husband studs!"

"I ah... I had heard about that..."

"But don't you worry!" she said, elbowing him with a shrewd grin. "No girl's gonna grab you like that. We at BGB share. Can't have some homewrecker hogging all the hotties and getting all the girls jealous. That's why it'd be so helpful if you let yourself get shared around a bit."

"Sh-shared? W-wait, you mean I-"

"I can hear you're not totally convinced, Aben. Well, I think I've got a solution to that."

"Huh?"

She suddenly whirled him around, and Aben found himself pressed against the wall of the school building. He could feel the rough red stone through his shirt as the lovely goblin maid smirked up at him and cupped him through his pants.

"Ah!" Aben gasped, biting his lower lip as pleasure throbbed through his cock. "Y-you..."

"Us at BGB know what a cute stud needs," Gillia said sweetly as she expertly fondled his throbbing bulge. "Want me to show you?"

Aben had never been confronted with such a choice before, nor by such a woman. The aggressive sensuality of the goblin maid startled and aroused him in equal measure as she lovingly fondled him, her thumb rubbing the swelling peak of his cock, her fingers teasing and bouncing the rest of his package. His breath came in short, hot pants, his eyes riveted to the lovely goblin maid smirking up at him, her lashes low, fluttering, teasing. The low cut of her top giving him a golden view down her breasts. He was in awe. Amazed. He'd never felt less in control.

And he liked it.

"I... uh... O-okay..."

"That's what I love to hear," Gillia purred, and pulled down his zipper.

Aben groaned as his cock burst into the open, twitching with arousal. Gillia gasped, her eyes shining with delight. "Ooooh! Looks like a trust fund ain't the only big thing you got," the goblin maid purred.

Aben flushed hotly. "I-"

"Shhh, don't worry about it, stud. I know just what you need. You know what BGB stands for?"

"Wh-what?"

Gillia grabbed the knot at the front of her shirt and yanked it up. Her large, green tits bounced into the open, so perfect and firm Aben actually gaped at the sight of them. Dark nipples capped them, puffed with arousal.

"Big Goblin Boobs," Gillia cooed, leaned forward, and pressed her prefect tits around his cock.

Aben was no blushing virgin. He'd had plenty of experience with women. But never with a woman like Gillia. As her breasts mashed around his cock, squeezing his throbbing manhood with wonderful softness, his head tilted back, a throaty moan escaping him as the goblin maid began to bounce her breasts around him.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck," Aben moaned.

"That's right. Just watch my big tits bounce," Gillia cooed. "Just watch those big, green boobs move around your shaft. Oh fuck, stud. You're gonna loooove BGB. We're all just as busty. Just as sexy. Going to make you such a good stud with our big, bouncy tits."

Aben panted, gasping, his eyes enraptured by her glorious green breasts. How they bounced around his cock. So firm. So silky smooth as they stroked him. Teased him...

"Like that?" Gillia cooed. "Like my big bouncy tits? I bet you do. Bet you wish you could just fall into them, huh?"

"Y-yesssss," Aben moaned.

"Mmm. That's a good sound," Gillia said as she squeezed her soft breasts around his cock, his tip thrusting up between her tits with every bounce. "But I think we can get an even better one."

"Y-you dooooooo!" Aben moaned as Gillia leaned forward and captured his twitching peak between her hungry lips.

Aben clutched at the wall, his head tilting back, his breath coming in hot, needy pants as the goblin maid hummed and bounced her tits around his cock. He bit his lip, a hiss of air escaping him as he tried to suppress the whimpers and moans that rose from him. Pathetic, needy sounds that he couldn't seem to control. He shuddered as the goblin maid worked her breasts around his cock, his pulse thudding like a drum, his eyes riveted to the way her head bobbed. Her breasts bounced.

He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. Aching through him. He'd never cum so quickly. So eagerly! He tried to fight it, groaning with the effort to suppress the need aching from his balls, but he hadn't a prayer. It was too much! Too good! Too... too...

"F-fuuuuuuck!" Aben moaned, his body surrendering. His balls tightening. His cock throbbing as he unloaded spurts of his needy cum into the goblin maid's hungry mouth. And dear gods, she was drinking it all. Gillia moaned, her lashes fluttering as her throat worked, swallowing every spurt of his pulsing shaft.

Orgasmic lethargy swept through Aben. His knees shook with the effort of holding himself up, and when Gillia slid her mouth and breasts off his cock, his legs gave in utterly. He slid down the wall and to the grass, the back of his head pressed against the stonework, his thoughts heavy as if sunk in pink clouds of pleasure.

Gillia grinned down at him, seeming so tall as he slumped before her. Spent. His face slack with pleasure. She licked her lips. "Mmm. That's a good look," she giggled at the dazed heir. "Nice and brainless. I think you'd look adorable wearing that all the time while you serve my sisters and me."

"S-serve?"

"Sure thing, stud! Can't have a man be a member of the sorority. But a cute houseboy? Oooh, I think we could work with that. Sounds good, right?"

"Uh..."

"Right?" Gillia cooed, giving her breasts a bounce.

Instantly Aben's mind blanked. A dull smile floated onto his lips.

"Y-yeah. S-sounds goooood," he breathed.

Gillia giggled. "Attaboy! Knew that hypnotherapy course was worth it. Here we go," she said, tucking a card into his shirt pocket and giving it a pat. "Can't wait to see you."

With a swing of her hips and flutter of her skirt, Gillia walked away, humming happily to herself as she tucked her breasts back under her shirt, leaving Aben sitting dazedly behind her, his eyes watching her swinging hips long after she was out of sight.

#

Aben sat in the university's cafeteria, staring at the card that had been slipped him. A stylized BGB along with an address was printed on the front. The big, red lipstick mark, however, looked to have been a later addition. Recalling the lovely goblin maid, Aben felt another flush rise in his cheeks. Just the thought of those big green tits made his pants tighten and head ache with desire.

"This seat taken?"

Aben jolted back to the present and looked up, his jaw falling slack as he beheld a pair of breasts bigger than his head. A tight sweater curved over them, a Greek symbol printed on the front and stretched around the perfect curves. On either side of the symbol were a pair of comical looking cow heads.

"Up here, darling."

Aben's eyes were jerked up the rest of the way to a lovely face, smiling with almost motherly sweetness and affection. Her hair was a strawberry blonde and curved around her face, framing it like a picture, while a pair of stubby cow horns poked from those golden locks.

Aben stared, slack jawed at the busty blonde, her soft curves overwhelming him. A holstaur. A cow woman with... with...

Big Bouncy Tits.

Gillia's words echoed in his head, making him quiver, swallow hard, his head already feeling muzzy again as he tried not to stare. "H-hello. Um, sorry. I was just..."

"No need to apologize, darling," the lovely holstaur said as she sat down next to him, beaming down at the blushing young man. "I know a holstaur can be real overwhelming to a cute bull."

"B-bull?"

"Sure! That's what we holstaurs call all our boys. You don't mind, do you?"

Quite the contrary. Just the word made Aben's cock twitch in the confines of his pants. He smiled nervously, forcing himself not to look down at her breasts. Especially the undone upper buttons that revealed a creamy valley so rich and heavy he wanted to just fall into them. Gods. He was so horny. Surely he had more self-control than this? He tried to focus, but his eyes kept trying to wander down. Down to her... her...

Big Bouncy Tits.

"No problem," Aben said quickly. "I ah-"

She giggled. "Mmm. That's good to hear. I'd hate to offend the heir of the Lorenz family."

"You know about me?"

"Darling, everybody knows about you," she said, stroking his cheek.

Aben shivered, biting his lower lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape him. Just her touch made him so unbelievably hard. How was he so horny today? He caught his eyes moving back down to her breasts and hastily dragged his attention back to her face.

She smiled, putting out her hand. "Bessa."

"Aben," he said, taking her hand, shaking it.

"Mmm. Those are some nice, strong hands, Aben."

He blushed. "Are they?"

"Oh yes. Did you know? Most bulls have nice, strong hands. Real expert hands."

"I-I didn't..."

"Well, that's what you're here at university for, hm? To learn a whole lot of new things? New experiences? Make new... connections?"

The words echoed Gillia's. Aben wondered why that was? Must be a college thing. "That's why I'm here," he said brightly.

"Good bull," she said sweetly. "That's what I love to hear. But you seem plenty smart already. You really want to stuff that pretty head of yours with even more information?"

Aben chuckled nervously. "You can never know too much!"

"Well, that's true. But it's what you know that's really important. Hm? Certain skills you can only get hands on, as they say. That's my sorority's motto."

"Your sorority?"

"AMM."

"What's that stand for?"

"Alpha Mommy Milkers."

"Seriously?"

She winked, but didn't answer the question. "Say," she said. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for a place to stay this year?"

"Actually, I did have a place. But-"

"But you're looking for somewhere on campus itself, of course," she finished for him.

"Actually-"

"Well, you are a lucky bull," Bessa said, tapping the tip of his nose with a finger. "Because it just so happens that my sorority has been looking for a housebull."

"Housebull?"

"Of course! Holstaurs always need a bit more tending than other girls. Usually not a problem. We'd just have the bulls on the farm take care of us. But those boys are just too dumb to get accepted to Mendia. They're of much more use in the fields, you know? Using those big muscles to tend the land."

"I-I didn't."

"But that's where you come in," she said, scooting closer, the movement sending her tits wobbling, arresting his stunned eyes once more. "A nice, handsome, clever bull to live with us? Take care of our needs? Why, I think you'd be just perfect. You family has investments in dairies, right?"

"Oh, uh, I think so," Aben said. His family did have interests in various holstaur dairies, he seemed to recall, but he had never visited them. He had little experience with that side of the business. His parents had been oddly adamant about that, especially after what happened to his cousin, Reynold. Apparently, after a tour of Peachbottom Dairy, he'd gone to work for it the very next day, abandoning his family fortune to be a milk boy. Aben never understood why, but so close to such a lovely specimen of holstaur ampleness, he was beginning to get it. "We have a few investments. But I never-"

"How perfect! Then you'll learn very fast how to be a good bull for the cows."

Again that shock of sinful delight raced down his spine. Aben swallowed hard, his cock throbbing, bulging against his front. "W-well, I... you'd naturally want a... a good bull, but I um... I don't know if I can..."

Bessa nodded her horned head. "I understand completely. You simply can't make such a decision on an empty stomach."

"Huh?"

Bessa looked around the cafeteria with a smile. "It was a bit selfish of me to come and talk to you when you're clearly so hungry," she said. "A bull can't make a decision when he's feeling all... depleted."

Aben blinked, confused, but seized on the idea like a drowning man. "O-oh. Oh! Yes. Right. Exactly." He laughed. "Exactly as you said."

"How fortunate! Because I know just what you need. And cafeteria food is simply atrocious anyway. Come."

She took his hand, and Aben felt himself rise and follow her. He didn't even seem to have to think about it. The misunderstanding was unimportant. It was just so easy to let a lovely woman take the lead and make all the decisions.

Nonetheless, he felt a quiver of misgiving. He hadn't lied to her, but admitting the truth now seemed so terribly awkward. And she clearly thought he was smart. A nice, smart bull. He'd hate to disappoint her and seem dumb.

Not that he suspected she'd mind. She was so nice. So sweet. So big and soft.

Big Bouncy Tits.

The words echoed again in his mind as he found himself drawn into an empty room. It appeared to be a music room, to judge by the instruments scattered about. Tubas and horns gleamed with polished brass among intricate oboes. A piano sat not far atop a small raised stage. It was a really beautiful piano. It reminded him of the one kept in the solar at home.

Aben heard a lock click. He turned back to Bessa, and something about her smile made him swallow thickly. Her eyes were lidded. Still kind. Sweet. But there was something else in her lovely face that made him thrum with attention and an awareness of her. How her breasts moved with her. Rose, fell with her every breath. How her scent tingled in his nose. Filled the air. Something creamy. Sweet. Warm and relaxing.

Bessa swayed towards him, her shapely hips rolling in her tight, tight jeans. Her immense breasts teasingly bouncing before his stunned eyes, bound up in her tight sweater. Her hands gently landed on his shoulders, pushing him down. Aben grunted as he sat on the ledge of the stage, his eyes riveted to the lovely holstaur as she gently lowered herself onto his lap, the weight of her curves trapping him under her. Her breasts straining her top, an inch from his stunned face.

"Every holstaur knows what hungry bulls want," she breathed, teasing her fingers into the bottom of her sweater, peeling it up. Aben's jaw dropped as her enormous breasts wobbled into the open. No bra to get between him and them, leaving bare her stubby pink nipples. So big they consumed his whole view. So firm and full he could fairly hear them slosh with richest cream.

Big Bouncy Tits.

"Oh wow," Aben breathed.

"So glad you like them, Aben. Because I've got so much for my hungry bull..."