Jason

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Jason

Jason entered the locker room, sweat dampening his fur from his recent work out, his tail swinging behind him with each step. He opened his locker, taking out his bag where he had a fresh set of clothes ready to change from this sweaty ones. And that's when he noticed how his shirt had two particular wet spots on his chest and were slowly getting bigger. *Oh for fuck sake...* He thought to himself, mad that he had forgotten to pump his pecs this morning and now they were both dripping milk as payback. "Just what I needed"

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