(Warning: just like the first Lab Accident, here there be freakiness.)
The iron gate creaked as Theresa swung it open, navigating Olivia's wheelchair up the steps to the front door of Dr. Hill's rowhouse. It was the middle of the day and civilian traffic was blessedly low, giving the girls a rare chance at a private moment outside.
Theresa did her best to ignore the stares, the mumbled comments and occasionally the screams, and generally just tried to go out as little as possible. She looked back at the massive, billowing skirt covering the second torso jutting out from where her buttocks should have been, curving down several feet behind her into a second pair of legs bent at the waist, like a human centaur.
She could feel the pendulous swaying of the four breasts on her lower torso as she walked, swinging like grotesque udders, and the gelatinous bobbing of the basketball-sized rack that adorned her chest. Olivia had drained them before the pair left, but in a few hours all six of her breasts would be tight, swollen and aching with milk.
Olivia had an easier time hiding her mutated form but found herself more restricted. The wheelchair hid the fact that she no longer had legs, but rather a long, fleshy, serpentine tail. Baggy shirts and sweaters hid three large breasts and a second pair of arms, which were often used simply to hold down the two long cocks which sprouted from above her pussy.
"So why do you think Dr. Hill messaged us?" Theresa was awkwardly trying to manoeuvre her arms around her jiggling bust, which bounced up and down AND left to right with each step, dragging her thick nipples against the front of her dress.
"Not sure, but it sounded important." Olivia was sweating, not from the heat, but from her libido. Theresa had problems with her erogenous zones, but there was literally no part of Olivia's body that wasn't almost painfully sensitive to stimulation, and she spent most of the day on a slow burn of arousal. "Maybe he- err, she, found a way to cure us?"
They rang the doorbell. There was a brief commotion of noise from inside, a pause, and then the door opened a crack. Theresa coughed. "Dr. Hill? It's us."
"Olivia? Theresa? Is that you? Come in, quickly."
The two girls were immediately taken back as they entered the front hallway by two things; the dishevelled, bizarre appearance of their former supervisor, and the thick gobs of drying and fresh cum that covered the house.
The explosion had transformed Dr. Thomas Hill from a late-twenties man into a tiny, adorable girl who, if not for her absurd figure, would not have looked more than sixteen. Enormous breasts curved from her slim chest, and her wasp waist curved out into a massive, heart-shaped ass. Her pretty face was slightly marred by deep bags under her eyes, but moreso than that the erotic effect of her figure was marred by her more bizarre mutations.
A foot of cock swung limply from her groin, slapping into an oddly-shaped scrotum that, on closer inspection, held eight grapefruit-sized testicles, impeding her walking as it hung nearly to her knees. The girls knew that erect, her penis stood a proud three feet long, and so thick two hands couldn't hope to encircle it.
Two more dicks, these ones erect, sprouted from her breasts where her nipples should be, bobbing eight inches away from the quivering mounds. Her hands were moving in slow, deliberate motions, jerking them off even as she led the girls into the lounge room. The furniture in there was caked in even more cum, and the girls very carefully navigated through. Dr. Hill plopped down into a puddle on the couch without a second thought, tugging at her tit-cocks shamelessly.
"Okay, I don't have a lot of time to talk, so first thing: It's Tammy now, for the moment. Please excuse the mess; I haven't had time to clean up." She lay back, jacking her tits off faster, moaning as her breastflesh jiggled. "I've-mmm-figured out a way that we'll aah!- be able to go back out in public again."
The girls perked up, the excitement of that news cutting through the fog of lust building in their brains watching the doctor pleasure herself. "You found a cure!?"
She sighed slightly, inbetween moans. "Noooh aah, nooo. We're ssstuck like this. But I had a'other idea..." She rolled her eyes as her speech started to slur. "Touh' I 'ad mo' tie' dan da'..."
The girls watched in rapt attention as Tammy's tongue poked out of her mouth, unmistakably a half-flaccid penis, and started to swell before their eyes until it was as long and thick as her tit-cocks, stretching out her tiny, pretty lips.
Olivia couldn't resist any more, slithering off the chair, a pair of arms peeling off her shirt to reveal the twin foot-and-a-half lengths of her cocks, jacking one with one hand and rubbing her juicing pussy with the other.
Reaching Tammy, she curled out her forked tongue and wrapped it around the doctor's tongue-cock, tugging it in strong, slow strokes. Her top pair of arms pressed her rack together as Tammy's tit-cocks nestled in her dual cleavage and her bottom pair stroked up and down the length of her twitching dicks.
"Thith feelth good, Doctor," she lisped, her slitted eyes twinkling as she grinned, "but Theretha ith going to go mad if all thee can do is watth..."
Theresa was panting and moaning, rubbing her front pussy desperately. She was utterly dependent on Olivia for all of her relief, as she could neither milk her hanging breasts nor reach her rear pussy. She responded to the offer with a delighted moan, Olivia slithering back to let Theresa straddle the doctor's lap.
Tammy's main cock started to swell as Theresa pressed the heat of her pussy against it, and she guided it between her titanic tits as it grew to its full height. "Give me a hand here, Tammy, squish them together..."
Tammy let a muffled moan out through the tight seal of her lips as she began to maul Theresa's bounteous breastflesh. Tammy's tits lay atop Theresa's, and she reached for the nipples and began to stroke them even as she ducked her head in to take Tammy's tongue-cock down her throat.
Olivia slithered underneath Theresa, sliding one cock into her rear pussy and the other between her swinging lower tits, grabbing them and squeezing them, giving a contented purr as hot milk dripped onto her body.
The trio rutted, groaning and sweaty, thrusting and rubbing and squeezing until Tammy started to whine, desperately trying to be heard through the obstruction in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to cum from every single cock in her body, her ballsack tightening up and her muscles straining. Her tits jiggled and the back of her throat pulsed as those three cocks unleashed their payload, but her main cock just tightened, straining, her stomach muscles spasming until it finally erupted in a fountain of thick spunk.
It didn't take long for the other two to join her, and soon the girls lay panting in a pile of cum-covered, heaving flesh. Tammy rolled over, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. "That was amazing. I haven't been able to satisfy myself since the accident."
Olivia giggled, turning over and propping herself up on her elbows to look at Tammy. "So, what did you want to tell us? If you haven't found a cure, what have you found?"
"An idea, I guess. I mean, we can't function properly because we're not normal. There's no way for us to change back, so if we change what's normal..."
The two girls stared at her for a moment. Olivia drew back on her tail. "Doct- Tammy, are you suggesting what I think? You want to do this to other people?"
Tammy immediately went on the defensive, stuttering. "Well I- I just, it's, you know, I mean, it's not all bad, right, it feels good, it's just-"
Tammy reached into a box on the table, drawing out what looked like two remote controls. "I managed to miniaturise the cold fusion tech from my reactor – fortunately bursts of energy are a lot easier to generate than a sustained reaction, even when you're designing it ten minutes at a time with an erection. Or four. One click of this and whoever's in front of it should get a burst of the same radiation that transformed us."
Olivia sniffed, scraping cum off of her tail and coiling back into the wheelchair. "Tammy, that's sick. You're sick. I know living like this sucks, but what you're proposing is- it's rape! I think we're done here."
"Think about it!" Tammy was almost screaming now, pleading. "A whole city like us! You wouldn't have to go outside and feel like a freak!"
Olivia set herself back up in the chair, but noticed that Theresa had sat down on the couch, her front legs kneeling. "Theresa? You're not coming? You think she's right?"
Theresa looked down sadly at her absurd chest, shifting her rear awkwardly as she tried to get comfortable. "I'm tired of being called a freak, and the screams and stuff. She is right – it feels good, most of the time, it just sucks not being normal."
Olivia looked back and forth between the two, and sniffed. "Fine. I'll make my own way home." Tammy sighed.
"I'll take you down the steps, if that's what you really want." Olivia didn't notice Tammy slip something into the bag on the back of her chair before she left.
Theresa walked dejectedly back into the house after watching her friend start to wheel herself home. Tammy was already on the phone.
"...and a large pepperoni, extra cheese. Yeah, we'll get a soda too, thanks. See you." She turned back around to Theresa. "Okay, so we should have a test subject in about fifteen."
Theresa sat herself down again, wincing as her lower breasts pressed into the floor – they were already starting to fill up again and become uncomfortable. "The pizza guy?"
Tammy nodded. "Or girl, I'm not picky and I'd like to get a sample of a couple of each, see what sort of transformations this burst of energy can cause." She sat down next to the humantaur's flank, rearranging her legs around her bloated scrotum and thick cock. "So what's the first thing you're going to do once you can walk around outside properly again? I'm going to go to a restaurant, I think."
Theresa sighed, hefting her breasts to check their weight, judging how long it would be until they needed milking. "I don't know about this, Tammy. It seems wrong to inflict this sort of inconvenience on someone else."
"It won't be inconvenient when everyone else feels the same way. Imagine – people will just be able to masturbate in public, because everyone's cool with the fact that our bodies need sex. Nobody will think we're freaks. Hell, people will be happier when we're more focused on fucking than fighting."
Theresa nodded, uneasily. The pair sat and made small talk for a little while, Tammy enjoying the reprieve from the needs of her body for a short while. Her main cock was just starting to rally back when the doorbell rang.
Elise sighed, shuffling her feet and staring at the porch roof holding the pizza bag. She hated driving duty but at least the tips made up for it. She heard the door open and dropped her head, putting on her best glassy smile, only to be greeted with a flash of blue light.
Her legs went weak, and she nearly dropped the pizza until it was taken from her hands, a blurry shape leading her into the hall and closing the door behind her. Her body was heating up, her wobbly legs on fire and her sizeable breasts almost as hot. She was sat down in a chair, blinking away the spirals in her vision until she could make out the two people above her.
She shrank back when they swam into focus. The small, cute girl in front of her was peering at her over what was unmistakeably a huge penis sticking out of her mouth, but before she could react further she felt a tight, squirming sensation from between her legs. Her shorts were feeling constrictive, the crotch pressing against her tightly and growing worse with every passing moment.
There was a sickening, sucking feeling, and ignoring where she was she pulled her shorts down, screaming at the sight that greeted her. Her legs had closed together at the tops of her thighs, and her pussy was nowhere to be seen. The join in her legs rapidly progressed down, pushing the now-loose shorts down as they fused together until all that was left of her legs and feet was a fleshy stalk.
It thickened up until it was the same width the whole way down, what had been her feet beginning to swell further, pressure building up, along with more pressure in her chest. She felt a gurgle through her breasts, watching them rise like bread dough under her shirt.
Screaming, she pitched forward, suddenly finding her legs not only fused together but unresponsive, landing on her stomach and watching as her cleavage spread out gelatinously underneath her as she swelled. Pangs of pain came from what had been her legs, along with a sickening creeping feeling down the length like something was pushing its way down.
She heaved herself over, swinging her breasts to get momentum, and moaned as the impact of the fleshy mounds against the carpet sent a buzz of pleasure all through her body. Another rocketed through her as she curled up, dragging her leg-trunk across the carpet until she could sit up, her back propped against the wall, finally able to see over her breasts which now spread across her lap, her shirt long having given up.
The sight made her jaw drop. From the waist down her legs had transformed into an enormous penis, the head starting to swell out of its foreskin, gripping her whole body with paralysing sensation as it rubbed and grinded against the carpet pile.
She panted, her head swimming as half her body tightened up, her legs now a rigid trunk of cock that pulsed and throbbed like a regular size one with her beach-ball sized breasts resting on top of the base like a bizarre scrotum, topped with tiny nipples that hadn't grown at all with her tits.
It was pulsing even harder now, pulling her around with each throb and making her steady herself, straining to hold up her bloated bulk with just her arms. It was on fire, new muscles up her back and stomach flexing with her impending orgasm. Theresa and Tammy looked on in shock as their new creation started to cum.
Olivia wheeled herself back into the front foyer of their apartment block, panting and red-faced both from the exertion and from biting down on the spasms of pleasure as she gripped her twin cocks close to her body.
Rich was down there, picking up his mail. Their next-door neighbour, Rich was a pleasant, attractive man in his early twenties with short blond hair and a slim build. Before her accident, Olivia had rather fancied him. Now, even just being around him embarrassed her.
"Olivia! How are you?" She mumbled something in return, trying to hide her pointed teeth. He pointed back toward the end of the foyer.
"The elevators broke down while you were out. Don't worry, though, I'll give you a hand back upstairs."
Grateful for the assistance, even with her body screaming to fuck him, she gave him a small smile. The trip up the stairs was tedious and uneventful until the final stair, when the last bump jolted something that fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Whoops! Don't worry, Olivia, I'll grab it."
"Grab what?" She tried to turn around in the chair, her eyes going wide. "Wait, Rich, DON-"
The rest of her sentence was cut off by a blue flash, and Rich falling to the ground. Checking they were alone, she slithered out of her wheelchair and dragged him back into her apartment.
Rich slowly awoke on an unfamiliar couch, blinking sleep out of his eyes. He felt... Odd. Heavy, sore, along with another sensation he didn't recognise that crept at the edge of his consciousness. He shifted his thighs and shuddered as it flared up in his groin. With that it was as if his body woke up, twinges of sensation firing from unfamiliar areas.
"Olifia? What ha-" He stopped, both at the feeling of his lips and strange pitch of his voice. Reaching up he realised his lips were swollen up, thick and slimy like he was wearing lip gloss. He then caught sight of his hand, slender and soft with long delicate nails, like a woman's.
Panicking, he went to sit up, and became aware of the heavy weight on his chest. A questing hand slammed into the underside of a soft, fleshy mound, setting jerking motion all throughout his chest. Bolting upright, he looked down and watched a massive wave of breast flesh rise up and come down against his chest and stomach with a resounding slap, sending tremors through his body and forcing a moan from his lips.
He hefted them; biting down a rush of pleasure as his slim hands sank into the pillowy flesh. Larger than he'd ever seen in his life, they had his incredibly pale skin and freckles, and also bore a tracing of blue veins. His nipples had expanded immensely, as wide as bottle caps, an inch long and bright pink.
Wiggling, he pulled them apart to stare down between them and almost choked. His waist cinched down impossibly, and at its narrowest had to scarcely be wider than his neck had been before he transformed. It flared out into gigantic curved hips with thick thighs that tapered down into slim legs that seemed almost too small to carry such curves.
Most shocking was his penis, now a distant memory. Spreading his pale thighs apart, he saw it had been replaced with a clitoris that bulged out of its hood obscenely, easily the size of a golf ball, his new pussy drooling underneath into a damp puddle on the couch, the bloated lips glistening. He pushed his thighs together again and nearly squealed as the sensitive folds grated against each other, lubricated by the slick juices that coated them. Hanging off the couch and collecting in a pile was a thick curtain of curly, bright red hair.
He was impossible, some sort of adolescent fuck-fantasy of what a woman looked like and, he realised laying there in a slowly spreading puddle of his own arousal, what a woman acted like. He was so impossibly horny it almost outweighed the terror.
Gathering up his tits in his arms he tried to get up, and found it more difficult than he'd first thought. His massive chest and tiny waist gave him a tenuous centre of balance counterbalanced only by the huge globes of his ass cheeks that jiggled out in a shelf behind him. Even worse was his first step forward, with his weighty legs pressing his pussy together and dragging the lips together, almost sending him tumbling to the ground as he jumped in shock and set his swollen body jiggling and bouncing.
"O-Olifia? Are you there?!" Bubbly and perky. The voice of a bimbo to go with the body of a bimbo, it combined with his barely-contained panting and the impediment of his giant lips to announce to the world how much he needed cock.
Olivia took a deep breath, and slithered out into the front room. Rich's new body came as no great shock; she'd watched with baited breath as he transformed in his sleep. He, on the other hand, nearly choked at the site of her reptilian body.
"Olifia! Wha' happened?"
She began to explain about the lab explosion, about how she and the others had changed, and about her visit to Tammy earlier in the day, while Rich carefully made his way into the bathroom.
"And she must have, I don't know, slipped one of the remotes into my bag, Rich, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean this to happen..."
He was inspecting his eyes in the mirror; his skin pigmentation had apparently changed to give him natural deep eyeliner and shadowed sockets, rouged cheeks and deep red stick on his cocksucking lips just as a final kick in the teeth from the cartoon slut's body he was trapped in now. He hadn't stopped dripping either, a new puddle forming on the tiles between his feet, and his mouth had decided to join the party as well, his lips and chin slick with drool.
"Well I' happened Olifia!" He turned on his heel, forgetting himself as his tits tried to keep going and his ass slammed into the vanity table behind him. "Wha' am I thuppothed to do now? And don' think I can' thee thothe!"
Olivia was ashamed to admit what Rich's new body was doing to her, and unfortunately with no clothing or blanket she was hard-pressed to do anything to disguise her arousal. Rich wiped his mouth, then gathered up his breasts from where they hung down to past his navel.
"Is this all I'm good fo'? You thinking of thticking them between thethe ridiculous fucking tit-th? Fucking me like a bimbo whoh'? Th-thhoving your cock inthide me... D-down my throa'..."
Olivia heard the pitter-pat as Rich started dripping even harder, flushed underneath his natural rouge, pawing at one of his breasts as his thighs rubbed together. He tried licking his lips to clear off the strings of drool but found his tongue too short and wet, only adding to the sheen of spit.
"O-Olifia... What'th wrong with me, I need it tho badly, I need to be f-fucked..."
Olivia slithered over to him, wrapping one pair of arms around his tiny waist and placing the others on his shoulders. "It's the mutation, Rich. Just be thankful it's so easy to get off for you – Theresa can't even reach one of her pussies."
"Tho it's all okay then?" He wailed. "I can' thtop thinking about your cockth, Olifia! I try to focuth," he stopped, wiping the drool from his mouth again, "but my puthy jutht keeps begging to be filled!"
His legs were shaking, and had it not been for his thick thighs his knees would be knocking together. Olivia bit her own lip with a pointed fang, her cocks straining to cum as she watched the new girl struggle with the demands of her body. Rich turned around, crushing his tits against her.
The pair collapsed out into the front room, locked in a desperate kiss, Olivia's four hands roaming all over Rich's mutated body, grasping at his wobbling ass, his impossibly thin waist, running through the curtain of hair that hung to the floor. Rich contented himself with grinding against her, then pushing her into the lounge chair and straddling her. Her first cock slid up into Rich's pussy with the barest hint of resistance, the overlubricated lips accepting it like a hand in a glove.
As soon as she was deep inside him he seemed to tighten up, clamping down on her pole and making her nearly scream. His breasts hung down around her second cock, inviting her to squeeze them together to create a cleft to fuck.
She barely had to thrust with Rich's insides writhing up and down the length of her cock, and was content to lie back, moaning, jacking her other cock off with his tits. He snapped forward with orgasm after orgasm, spit dripping from his gaping mouth under his dazed eyes. Olivia drew back and thrust once, the slickness of his vagina greasing her way, and was rewarded with Rich losing control, flailing and screaming with an even more powerful cum.
Rich came countless times before Olivia finally did, groaning as she shot hot cum up into his pussy and across his face and cleavage. He desperately scooped it up and slurped it into his mouth, falling back and screaming as a final, extra-powerful orgasm overtook him, leaving him unconscious for a few moments.
His eyelashes fluttered as he groaned back into consciousness. The worst of the need had been sated, but his pussy still dripped and his skin tingled with pleasure. He still felt empty inside. Olivia stretched, drawing him in close with her four arms.
"Olifia, I-I thtill need it... It wathn' enough. I need a bigger cock!"
Olivia knew exactly what he needed.
Theresa crouched over Elise's cock-body, pressing her hanging boobs either side of the massive shaft using her legs, rocking back and forward. Their massive breasts rubbed together, Theresa leaking milk over Elise's tiny nipples. Elise suddenly screamed, her body tightening up, her boobs wobbling as she shook, preparing to cum. She gripped her boobs tight and squeezed them as a gout of cum burst from her cock, the eye distending to pump out a gallon of spunk with just her first shot.
Tammy raised her legs, letting the flood spread under her chair, fiddling with a remote her lap that rest on the base of her flaccid cock before snapping it back together with an exultant yell.
"Fantastic! This thing should be all ready now." She looked over at Theresa's rear as it flexed, her powerful legs squeezing more cum out of Elise. "How is she?"
Theresa turned around, wiping her hair out of her eyes. "Insatiable! This is the fourth time she's cum and she's still hard!" Her breasts were tight with milk and both pussies were dripping wet.
Tammy threw on her large coat, checking that it covered her body. "Leave her be, then. Come on, I want to test out the modifications to the remote."
Theresa looked down sadly at the girl. She was practically immobile and incapable of pleasuring her mutated body – she couldn't reach her nipples, and her cock was too huge for any sort of stimulation she could do to work. Elise whimpered every time her body throbbed.
"P-please... I need to cum..."
"We can't leave her like this, Tammy. You go. I'll try and calm her down."
Tammy shrugged and headed out. She didn't have time to argue. Just in front of her house were a happy couple taking an afternoon walk, from who, Tammy gleefully hid behind the hedge, pointing her remote at them as they passed and sending a thin beam of light at each of them in turn.
The man was the first to stop, a pleasant-looking slim blonde who grabbed the fence as his legs wobbled. His girlfriend rushed to hold him but he fell forward out of her arms, bracing himself up from the sidewalk, trembling on useless legs.
She bent over to help him and gasped as her pants stretched tight over her ass. The fabric creaked, even when she bent back up, her hands flying to her swelling rump. On the ground, the man flipped over, the front of his shirt starting to bulge out with a pair of breasts, his hair growing out and flowing down his shoulders in long blond locks.
Tammy crouched down further to ensure they couldn't see her, feeling the pulse against the back of her teeth as her tongue started to grow erect watching the scene. The man's pants bulged and swelled as he grabbed his new breasts, starting to split along some of the side seams, pale flesh bulging from the tears.
He screamed as they shredded apart, his legs tumbling apart into masses of fleshy tendrils that whipped about until they settled in a heap on the ground in front of him. Each one was wrist-thick and tipped with a swollen, bulbous glans, giving him two dozen writhing cocks all dripping with precum.
His girlfriend had staggered back, still grabbing her ass. The seat of her pants had given way and now her panties were struggling to stretch over two enormous cheeks. She squealed as they suddenly surged out, two lumps growing out from the bottom of the cheeks that quickly formed into feet. They stretched down until a second pair of legs sat just behind her first ones. They stumbled back as the new torso started to lengthen until she had a humantaur body like Theresa.
Unlike Theresa her breasts stayed the same size. Instead, both of her clitorises began to grow out and thicken, changing shape before her eyes. Her rear pussy lips swelled up at the same time to become a hanging pair of testicles for the massive cock still swelling from between her rear legs. The front one just grew up above its drooling pussy.
Losing control of her rear legs she fell back onto the asphalt, huge cock bobbing up and down as it grew beyond her front waist, wider around than her thigh, with a pair of melon-sized balls lay heavily on the ground below it. Her other cock reached up to just below her breasts, and only as thick as her wrist.
The octopus creature that had been her boyfriend moaned, pulling herself along by her arms as her cock-tentacles flailed uselessly. Gradually she began to push herself using them as she gained greater control over her new limbs until she sat in front of her girlfriend, grinning and raising a few of them up to coil around the enormous trunk of the humantaur's penis.
A small crowd was gathering as the mutated couple started to fuck with abandon. Tammy grinned, and twisted a dial on the remote.
Olivia and Rich carefully made their way back to Tammy's house. Rich had draped himself in a makeshift toga made out of a bed sheet, wrapped up between his thighs to soak up his juices and hopefully take a little pressure off his pussy lips. Walking was still a struggle, and he had to frequently stop to try and recover his composure. By the time they rounded the corner to Tammy's street he was flushed and trembling, the sheet around his pussy soaked through, strings of drool dripping from his mouth and chin.
The scene before them on the sheet left them speechless. A tangle of orgiastic flesh writhed on the asphalt, easily a dozen people, all women, all in various states of mutation. A girl whose forearms had morphed into giant cocks dragged one between one of the sets of cleavage of a girl whose body was ringed with massive breasts, while the other was tugged and pleasured by the enormous tongue of a third girl.
Six of the eight arms of a woman whose body had morphed into a sort of human spider were busy rubbing the half-dozen penises sprouting from another woman's crotch, one working away at her own pussy and the other rubbing the soccer-ball sized clit spreading apart the thighs of a third woman. She groaned, tugging away at her enormous nipples, kissing the face of another girl whose mouth had been replaced by a vagina, her nose a bloated clitoris.
One girl who appeared to be about twelve feet tall lay back against the sidewalk cradling breasts too big even for her massive height, her nipples being sucked by a girl with two heads, four arms, four breasts and four legs. Another girl was locked in a threesome, apparently built for the activity as her back had become a copy of her front, giving her a second face and set of breasts on the back of her head and torso, and double-jointed arms and legs. Her partners were a dickgirl with testicles the size of a beanbag chair, and a girl whose massive breasts and udder burst with milk.
Olivia had to practically drag Rich past the scene, staring open-mouthed and rubbing himself. He whined and moaned the whole way until Olivia was able to bring him inside the house, slamming the door shut. He collapsed against the door, panting.
"P-pleathe, Olifia, I need it tho badly..."
He turned around and went slack again. Theresa was stepping off Elise's cock. Her breasts were painfully taut, bobbing against each other as they swung heavily with milk packed in so tightly it dripped from her nipples. Elise was still writhing, red in the face and looking up pleadingly at Theresa to cum, but the humantaur was too gripped by her own needs to continue.
A moan escaped Rich's mouth as his hands started rubbing even faster. A string of drool dripped from his bloated lips as the massive shaft throbbed, sending Elise's upper body bouncing, her boobs jiggling atop the base of the trunk coming down on the rigid meat with a fleshy slap.
Rich didn't even realise he was stripping off the toga, revealing his bimbo body in all its hourglass glory. Small phut sounds rose from the floorboards as the steady stream of juice from his pussy started hitting the ground, dripping even harder as he watched the massive, pulsing cock on the floor.
Olivia watched as Rich planted his plush ass right at the tip, already belching precum as Elise watched Rich's rack wobble back and forth. She considered pulling Rich back for a moment, too far gone to realise there was no way he could fit the huge cock inside himself, but the sight of what happened next left her stunned.
Rich rammed his pussy at the tip, and howled as rather than simply hit the tip, his pussy opened up as soon as they touched together. It started to expand as Rich wiggled his way down the head, his pussy actually swelling to cope with the meat he was stuffing inside it.
His hips widened as his legs spread apart to accept the monster. It wasn't long of course before the tip reached beyond his hips, but his body seemed to be prepared for that, too. It travelled through his tiny waist with just the barest hint of swelling, like his entire torso was nothing but a fuck-hole.
No longer wiggling, Rich practically foamed at the mouth with pleasure. Olivia noticed that he was still somehow working his way further down Elise's cock without actually moving, quickly realising that his torso was actually stretching, growing down the length of the cock until his waist formed a three-foot long cock sheath.
Olivia was broken out of staring at the absurd sight by Theresa staggering over to her, whining, desperately babbling to be milked. She took her spot underneath the girl and started working at her four lower tits while Theresa handled her top two, and the other mutant women fucked like they were made for one another. Milk splashed out onto the floorboards as Theresa groaned in ecstasy, massaging her aching breasts and shuddering, nearly losing footing.
"Where did Tammy go?"
"Ooh... I don't know... She saaaah-said she'd fixed up the remote to give it more range..."
The two stopped dead as they both turned their heads, watching the blue flash outside that engulfed the city.
