It had been seventeen years since the death of milky, and sixteen since Rebecca gave birth to her child she conceived with Milky that fateful night. She had called him Milky Junior, but everyone knew him as MJ. He looked like an average teenage boy by day, and an unusually large milk carton by night. He went to high school with his boyfriend, Ben, whom he had been with for almost two years. Because of his Milky heritage, MJ hadn't had sex with his boyfriend because he didn't want Ben to witness him in his true form. On his seventeenth birthday, and the two year anniversary, he decided that he would do it. He would do the nasty. He would frickle. He would frackle. He would no longer be a weak Milk virgin. MJ invited Ben over that night, excited but worried. It was 7:30pm, half an hour until he made the Big Change. "Ben we need to talk." he muttered. "Yes. I agree. Especially before we do anything. I have some... odd kinks." MJ was stunned. "Okay.. go on." He took a deep breath "I find milk... sexy, i guess. I like to incorporate it into intimate activities." There was a moment of silence between the two. Ben sighed, "I know, it's weird, I shouldn't've brought it up. We don't have to do it, it's okay. It just ever since the legend of Milky-" "HE'S MY FATHER!" Screamed MJ. Ben went quiet. "Uh.. Milky, the milk carton, from the legend? He's, um.. he's my father. I'll show you." And at that moment, the clock struck eight, and MJ transformed. He morphed into a milk carton. Ben gasped, and stepped forward. "Would you rather be on top.." he whispered, "or on the bottom?" Milky Junior pushed Ben down, and flipped him over. He inherited his ♥♥♥♥ from his Dad, almost 3 feet of wondrous ♥♥♥♥. Bigger than the legacy his father left behind. He squirted milk from his spout into his hand and rubbed it on his rock hard member. "I hope this hurts." he growled as he thrusted deep into his boyfriend's ass. He ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Ben as hard as he could, leaving hickeys on his back. Ben ripped up MJ's sheets, and left scrapes up his legs. It was rough, but it was good. They did it all night long, coming more than several times each. The next day, they went to school together. Ben had quite the impressive limp, and everyone seemed to know of their activities, just not the details. A few weeks later, the pair was approached by a girl. She was rather simple, but had ample breasts. "So... people have been talking... and you guys ♥♥♥♥♥♥?" she asked, rather bluntly. MJ was taken aback, but Ben replied cooly with "Yeah, right up my ass. How may we help?" the girl fiddled with the hem of her shirt before answering, "Can... Can you put it up mine?" blushing deeply, she explained; "People talked about how long MJ's ♥♥♥♥ must've been, judging by how you were walking, and flinching.. and I want to try." Once again, MJ was speechless, and once again, Ben talked smoothly. "Sure, this friday work for you?" The girl agreed, and the couple walked off.