Bios:

Heather has a beehive of red hair, which she loves despite giving her stylist fits. She has a phobia of riding the elevator, but after a coworker complained about her sweatiness, she now rides the elevator every day. Heather is talkative and tries to start a conversation with Pamela, the blond woman in the elevator, but Pamela ignores her. Heather is always anxious and is afraid of her coworker Fiona. Fiona always reprimands her and makes her feel small, even though Fiona doesn't outrank her. Heather was late for work due to a kitchen fire, but Fiona didn't let her explain.

Fiona is a dark-haired woman who works in the same office as Heather and Pamela. She is bossy and likes to yell at others. Her boyfriend dumped her the night before the story begins, and she is taking her anger out on her coworkers. She thinks that she is the only one in the office who takes her work seriously, and she is often staying after work to double-check her coworkers' work for errors. Fiona is jealous of Pamela's perfection, which seems to come effortlessly to her, and she worries that Pamela will get the promotion that Fiona has been working hard for. Fiona has a large bust and thinks that it should be enough to open any door.

Pamela is a blond woman with short hair, long bangs, and a big nose. She is often the target of jokes about her nose, but she has learned to shrug it off. She has a cynical outlook on life and thinks that she has heard it all before. Pamela is often on her phone and seems uninterested in her surroundings, including Heather's attempts at conversation. She is good at her job, and her work is always done well, but Fiona still doesn't like her. Pamela has a dry sense of humor and makes a Twitter post about the difference between pessimists and cynics. She wants to reach out to Heather, but she never speaks to her on the elevator.

Story:

Heather, Fiona, and Pamela stood together in the middle of the park, trying their best to avoid any kind of attention from passersby. They had been transformed into a bizarre, three-headed curvy babe with six legs, and six breasts that jiggled uncontrollably with every step they took.

Heather, originally the tallest of the three, looked around frantically. "This is so embarrassing. I can't believe we have to go to work like this."

Fiona, once the shortest of the three, nodded her head in agreement. "I know, right? How are we supposed to get anything done when we look like this? No one is going to take us seriously professionally."

Pamela, the middle head, frowned. "I don't know, but we have to figure something out. We can't just stand here all day."

Heather nodded. "You're right. We have to at least try to get to work."

The three heads tried to coordinate their movements as they walked, but it was difficult with six legs and three separate points of view. Their six breasts bounced wildly with every step, drawing even more unwanted attention. They had tried to arrange their bras in various formats to contain them, but it ended up looking more like someone had tried to put on too many seatbelts than a proper ‘boulder holder’ that they wanted.

As they made their way down the street, Heather was the one to suddenly blurt out an idea. "What if we split up? Like, what if one of us tries to… I don’t know, take the bus while the other two try to stand still."

Fiona and Pamela looked at each other, considering the idea. "It's worth a shot," Fiona said, Pamela giving a nod.

“I mean, if worse comes to worse, it’ll be good for a laugh.”

All three in agreement, Heather set off towards the bus stop while Fiona and Pamela tried to hold their ground. The right side of their body started to stretch out comically, two of their breasts, funnily one above the other, went with Heather, as her two legs tried hard to stretch her away from the other two who felt their high heels Fiona had insisted on them wearing that morning start to slide. But it was no use. They couldn't keep their balance and stumbled around awkwardly, drawing even more attention as a crowd began to form.

“Heather, come on, we’re not pulling apart or anything.” Pamela called.

“We can come up with something smarter.” Fiona yelled after her blonde body partner.

“No, I can-.” And then a step on a pebble undid all of Heather’s progress. She slipped, then snapped back towards the other, smacking in between Pamela and Fiona, their odd body seeming to hold that for a moment, Heather having swapped to the center of their configuration. The trio blinked as the crowd laughed before with a feeling not unlike a rubber band being snapped, heather was yanked back to her usual spot, as was Pamela between Fiona and Heather.

Defeated, Pamela was the next to suggest a solution. "Hey, if the problem is how goofy we look conjoined together like this, what if we try to mash down into one normal body?"

Heather and Fiona looked at each other skeptically. "I don't know, Pam. Do we really want to share a headspace?"

Pamela shrugged. "Wouldn’t it be better than this?"

They closed their eyes and concentrated, trying to will themselves back into a single body. But after a few moments, they opened their eyes and looked down at themselves. They were still a three-headed monster, with their six breasts and six legs.

Fiona sighed. "I guess we're stuck like this."

Heather nodded. "At least we'll be able to cruise around together. We just have to figure out how to do our jobs like this."

Pamela smiled. "Yeah, and who knows? Maybe we'll start a new fashion trend."

Fiona felt a twinge with that. “You know what, no. Fuck it. We should be doing everything we could to separate.”

“Look, I’m not saying I love how we look.” Heather gestured to their big, curvy body, their six tits rubbing together as she tried to adjust one of their many, many cups to their bra. One of her other hands, on the top right of their body nearest her head, reached up to adjust her beehive of red hair. “I’m just saying we should stop trying to mess with it. Every time we’ve tried… It just left us, you know, awkward and kind of embarrassed.”

Fiona harumphed from her spot on the left end of their shared shoulders from Heather. “Well I think we shouldn’t just give up. Being soft and big and… and having to share a body with you two is doing NOTHING for my career, or my relationships.”

“I couldn’t care less one way or the other.” Pamela blew a puff of air at her long, blonde bangs and shrugged their shoulders, giggling as Heather and Fiona found themselves wobbling a bit at the sudden change. “Try to change or not, it’s all the same to me.”

“How can it be the same to you?” Heather and Fiona said together.

“I’m talking about getting us separated, at least when we’re not at work.” Fiona tried to appeal to Pamela as the tie-breaker between them.

“And I’m saying I’ve had enough change. I went from having a body to myself to having to share. For all I know messing around with it we could end up being a foursome with some random girl, or get all three of us totally mixed up and end up as conjoined identical triplets.” Heather hoped voicing her bigger fear would sway the blonde Pamela to her side.

Instead, Pamela just snorted again with her big nose. “Wouldn’t that be weird? Would I get a big blonde beehive, or would the two of you get my bangs?”

“Not the… not the important part of that, Pam.” Heather hesitantly tried to course correct the conversation.

“Ok, how about this.” Fiona pulled a smartphone out of their purse and waved it under Heather and Pamela’s noses, as best she could from the left side of their body with one of their three left hands. “Look, a flesh alteration kit. It’s cheap, and on Amazon.”

“Those things NEVER work.” Pamela rolled her eyes. “Tried to use a cheap one once to…” She trailed off as the other two focused on their middle head. “Nevermind, it didn’t work anyway.”

“Just let me try it.” Fiona insisted. “And however it turns out, win or lose, I won’t bring up trying to change our bodies again for a week.”

“A month.” Heather tried to negotiate back, but got a stern look from Fiona. “O-ok. A week.”

And the buy now button was clicked.

Which had brought them to today. The package from Amazon had arrived and the three women were eager to open the box. Whether it was eager to see what disaster would come of this, Pamela, just to hear an end to the arguing for a week, Heather, or to finally get into her own body, Fiona, was it’s own thing, but being in sync for at least this moment was a relief for the trio.

The package was a medium-sized cardboard box with the Amazon logo printed in bold letters. It was placed on the center of the living room table, which was surrounded by three comfortable armchairs. Heather, Fiona, and Pamela sat on the couch, their huge ass taking up two of the cushions all by itself, while the third cousin sat empty. Despite their form, the women tried their best to remain calm and composed as they stared at the shipping box.

Fiona ripped open the package and eagerly pulled out the flesh alteration kit, its flashing lights and buttons beckoning to her. “This is it, guys! This is going to be the solution to all our problems!”

“Are you sure about this?” Heather asked, wringing their shared hands nervously.

Pamela rolled their shared eyes. “What’s the worst that could happen? No matter what we do we seem to snap back to this body as a default anyway.”

Inside the shipping box was a second, smaller box. The packaging showed a pretty looking and conjoined blonde and brunette, each with huge grins, and an even huger double set of breasts, their four tits emphasized by a skimpy bikini, and looked positively ready to pop. They were holding up a device that looked somewhat like a handheld vacuum cleaner, wires leading from it to the cups of their bikini.

A tag line in bright red with yellow trim declaring ‘a bigger, better you in minutes!’ There was a smaller print warning in black, but the trio missed it as they leaned together to look at the box, their heads clunking together and making all three women see stars.

Rubbing her head where it had connected with Pamela, Fiona gave a growl and reached out, tearing the lid of the box open, the inside of the mass produced looking thing, the unshakable first impression of a hand held vacuum cleaner sticking as she reached out a tentative hand to pick it up, her fingers trembling slightly.

Once out of the box and held in hand, the other contents of the box revealed themselves, denoting of the special order that Fiona had ordered with specifics about what they’d want to change in their new form. One by one Fiona pulled them out and began pulling them on as Heather counted aloud, making them match the set of instructions she’d pulled out of the box as well. Together they found a few pairs of pantyhose and gloves, though happily enough to keep up with the trios six legs and matching number of arms, and wires with electrodes to stick to the area they wanted to change.

Heather read the instructions carefully, trying to read them aloud as Fiona fought her a bit, though mostly just in trying to get the gloves on the hand Heather was using to hold the instructions.

“It says here that we have to-.'' Heather was cut off as her right hand passed the note to her lower right hand of its own accord. “Fiona come on, I was reading that.”

“And I’m trying to get us ready to change!” Fiona snapped, trying to pull the glove over the fingers of the hand Heather had just been using. “It’s as simple as plug and play, ok?”

“You two are going to fuck this up so bad.” Pamela snorted, already using two of their left hands to try and set up their phone to record this whole thing. It was going to make a hell of a video across the different platforms she was on now for social media. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“You could help, you know!” Heather and Fiona both snapped, caught in more than a little chagrin at agreeing with each other.

“Oh no, I think you two are messing this up plenty all on your own.” Pamela cackled as Fiona pulled on the final glove with a snap, before reaching down to adjust one of their half dozen pantyhose and attaching wires as she went.

“I’m just saying we should finish reading the instructions.” Heather gave the paper a light shake, now once more in her gloved top right hand.

“And I’m saying that this thing is so dirt stupid, even you two couldn’t screw this-.” Fiona was cut off as she plugged the device in, and all three women were hit with a sudden surge of electricity. “FUCK! Ow, I wasn't expecting that.”

“Well you might have if we’d finished reading the instructions.” Heather sighed in a touch of relief all the same. “At least nothing else happened.

“You two are too much.” Pamela shrugged their shoulders again as Fiona messed with the controls. “You think this is it. I can’t wait for-.”

As Fiona pressed the buttons, the room filled with a bright light, and the girls started spasming and shaking. They cried out in surprise and fear, bouncing into the air with their arms and legs stretched out, making funny faces as they contorted and twisted.

“I don’t think this is working!” Heather yelled, as their body convulsed uncontrollably.

“Hang on, just a little bit longer!” Fiona shouted back, frantically pressing buttons.

As the machine hummed to life, the three girls felt an electric jolt run through their fused body. They spasmed and shook uncontrollably, their six legs kicking out wildly, and their six arms flailing about. They cried out in pain and surprise as they were suddenly lifted into the air, their body now stretched out and taut. 

Their faces contorted into bizarre expressions as they bounced up and down, completely out of control. The skin on their cheeks stretched and jiggled, their eyes bulging in terror. Heather's mouth stretched open in a silent scream, while Fiona's teeth chattered and Pamela's tongue flapped around wildly. The three heads screamed in unison, their voices blending into a single, discordant wail that echoed off the walls of the apartment.

As the strange device hummed and glowed, the three women felt their bodies starting to distort. Their skin rippled and twitched, and they looked as if they were turning into skeletons, or X-ray-like images. Their bones became visible through their skin, and their organs appeared to be shifting and rearranging inside them. They felt an intense pressure building in their chests, like a balloon about to burst, and their hearts were beating so fast they felt like they were about to explode.

The room was filled with a blinding light, and the three women screamed as they were enveloped in its glow. For a moment, everything went white, and they felt weightless, as if they were floating in the air. Then, with a loud explosion, the device exploded, sending a shower of sparks and smoke flying in all directions. The room was plunged into darkness, and the three women collapsed to the floor, panting and gasping for breath.

“Do you think it’s ove-.” Heather started to ask before the wires all lit up again and electricity shot through the conjoined trio, throwing them backward as the force of the blast sent them flying across the room before the wires finally snapped and broke the connection. They hit the wall hard, and for a moment, there was complete silence as the trio were briefly a flat image of themselves plastered to a wall before it slowly peeled off, then popped back to three dimensions leaving the trio standing and panting.

Slowly, they each opened their eyes, and as they looked at each other, they knew that something had gone terribly wrong. Their bodies had changed, but not in the way that they had hoped.

“This wasn’t what I was shooting for.” Fiona lifted one left hand. Then another. Another. And one more. Wait, that wasn’t…

“For the viewers at home, what had you been shooting for.” Heather breathed out, half expecting smoke to blow out through her mouth and big nose. “Not that it matters.”

“Uh, four legs total to make moving around easier, I guess?” Fiona felt a bit cross eyed. Something was really off on the count and she couldn’t quite place it. “Feeling a bit discombobulated to be honest.”

As the trio talked, the dust settled, they coughed and sputtered, waving their hands to help clear the air from the aftermath. The trio could tell that something had changed, that the kit had sort of worked, but not in the way Fiona had intended. They now had eight arms and eight legs, one set of four in front and another set of four behind them, all extra thick, wide, and trio were heavier by a few inches.

As they looked down at their new form, Heather spoke up, "What the hell have we done? This is not what we wanted!"

Fiona, from her spot on the left of their shoulders, replied in a panic, "I don't know, the kit must have malfunctioned or something. We need to figure out how to reverse this. Six arms and six legs was too much already!"

Pamela, in the middle head, tried to move their legs, but their new body was awkward and cumbersome, and the jiggle of their much plumper, thicker thighs was more than a little distracting for the plumped and multi-limbed, well more than they were, blonde. "I can't even figure out how to walk properly in this thing," she said with frustration.

Heather, in the head on the right end of their shoulders, tried to remain calm, "We need to focus and think about how we can fix this. Maybe there's a reverse switch on the kit or something."

“What kit?” Pamela snorted, waving at the wreckage that had once been an amazon next day delivery. The ruins were… numerous and still smoking.”

Fiona nodded in agreement to Heather, ignoring the blonde Pamela, "Let's find the control panel to the kit and see if we can undo this."

As they tried to navigate their eight-legged body towards the kit, they couldn't help but feel how silly their merged together body was. The added legs made movement difficult and their once simple conjoined body now felt like a complicated mess. They’d almost gotten used to their old body, but now felt like everything had gone up an extra notch on the difficulty setting with an extra set of limbs none of the trio had shared before, let alone how much thicker and softer their body had become. Despite becoming even wider, the trio felt like their heads were no less far apart.

Heather groaned in frustration, "I knew this was a bad idea."

Fiona chuckled nervously, "I thought I knew better than the instructions. I’m sorry Heather."

Pamela, always the optimist, said, "Well, think of all the cool pictures we can take for social media! Now we actually have an extra arm to hold the camera while we get our normal number of everything in the shot."

“We have two extra arms, not just one, ya bimbo.” Fiona rolled her eyes as the trio kept shuffling awkwardly around the room, trying to get used to their new body. They had a long road ahead of them.

Author’s Notes: Story contains conjoinment, fusion, con-fusion, mental conjoinment, mental fusion, mixing it up in a most delicious way, and total misuse of a lunch hour.

It’s set in the same universe as another story I had, mostly as an origin story for how people in that continuity can reshape their bodies and so easily mix them together.

Story:

Natalie gave her reflection one last look in the bathroom mirror, adjusted her glasses and lab coat one more time. She liked what she saw, a far cry from the geeky teenager who had graduated from college at 17, eleven years ago. Instead what was reflected was an attractive, self assured, fit young woman who worked out three times a week after work, her body built lean and feminine. While she’d not suffered from a lack of male, or female, attention, none had been able to break through the shell that 17 year old Natalie had put up all those years ago.

But there was one man she really hoped would. She checked her satchel for the upteenth time, and left the executive washroom.

It was a short walk for the athletic young scientist to the Chief Research and Development Officer’s office door and she had to pause and adjust her glasses one more time, tucking a few black strands of hair behind her ear, and gave two quiet knocks.

“Come in.” His voice came through the door, and Natalie took a second to quiet her fluttering heart, so he wouldn’t hear it.

Stepping through the door, Natalie came eye to eye to Jason Warsh. He’d been in her high school during the brief stint she’d had there, and the young Quarterback had left quite an impression on the young woman just blooming into her own at the time. Now with her having earned a doctorate, and him with a Masters in business, the age gap and life experience difference had shrunk considerably, and she felt ready to… To what?

“Are you ready for the presentation on Friday?” Jason, Mr. Warsh… was poking at a device, one Natalie herself had been instrumental in developing, set into the wall near his large, wooden desk.

“Ready to do a dry run with you, at least.” Natalie hoped her smile was flirty, confident.

But even to her own ears it sounded shaky at best.

Jason finished poking at the device and carefully put his hands behind his back while a sprinkle of lights appeared within it, bring a smile to Natalie’s face, and her eyes to his butt. She loved watching it, and in all honesty, a huge part of why she was built as athletically as she was now, was due entirely to Jason’s offer to workout with her in the company gym, the two having been workout buddies for over two years now.

“You know, it’s perfectly safe to have your hand in the device.” Natalie said. “We’d have put a door on the front like a microwave if it wasn’t.”

“Yeah, but I don’t fancy having a coffee and two creams be permanently part of my hand.” Jason said, reaching in after the glow faded and gently pulling two cups, one a mug with a blue, marble pattern on it, steam rising from the light brown substance inside. The other was a tall glass cup with a metal handle that Natlalie recognized from the five or six sitting on her desk, waiting to be ‘recycled’. 

“You know my favorite tea.” Natalie said, feeling that heart flutter rushing up, booming in her ears again.

“I wish I could take credit for it.” Jason looked down at his own mug, a soft, self deprecating smile spreading across his face. “I just checked what your most ordered drink is and figured-.”

“And figured that would be my favorite.” Natalie found her hand reaching out, pausing before it rose to his cheek, and instead taking the cup from him, their fingers brushing and thrilling her for a moment. “Still, that’s extremely thoughtful.”

“I try.”

“You succeed.” Natalie wanted to lean forward and let her lips… “So, the presentation.”

“Yes.” Jason took the hint and moved back to his desk, leaning his butt against it and gesturing to a far wall. “Let’s run through the presentation and tighten it up, if you think it needs it.”

“I do like things tight.” ‘Like your butt’ she bit her lip at the added thought, feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment, she’d never felt this horny around anyone else… ever.

Natalie reached in her satchel and sat down her personal presenter, like a laptop with her files on it, but with the ability to either have a screen only she could see, or spreading to something the size of a billboard. She pulled up the presentation to changing it to fill the room. Next she pulled out what looked like a hockey puck and sat it on the floor, tapping it with one toe to make sure it was operational, and watching it unfold into a large circle.

She was about to tap it again, not ready for it to be on display yet in the presentation when Jason’s door snapped open.

In walked two women that were in their own ways Natalie’s best friends, and worst enemies.

“Jaaaason.” Cherry, the gorgeous Puerto Rican with the comically large cherries, drew out his name as she leaned forward, slowly arching her back as she brought her shoulders up, emphasizing her tits in a V-neck top that was nearly an I-neck with her incredible bosom. “Weren’t we going to have lunch today?”

“Ch-Cherry.” Natlie tried to interrupt.

“No, Cherry.” Nella, Jason’s secretary and owner of possibly the most incredible feminine butt Natalie had ever seen, wide enough that even with a special chair she nearly overwhelmed it and Natalie had caught herself on more than one occasion staring when someone had tried to get in to see Jason who wasn’t on Nella’s meticulously kept schedule. “He’s clearly scheduled for a meeting with Natalie right now, and-.”

“Nella, please.” Natalie tried to wrangle the situation back to her control and was hoping Nella would back her.

“Awwwww… and I wore my favorite top for him.” Cherry flicked her red hair back off her shoulders as she thrust her tits forward. Tugging at the hem of her tight top only made her tits squeeze together into some very inviting cleavage and mushrooming over the hem of the neck.

“Girls, please, I’m trying to-.”

“We can take turns sucking his cock after Natalie gets done jerking his mental dick, Cherry.” Nella bluntly said, hip checking Cherry with her huge ass, making the red headed Puerto Rican’s tits dance and her own Korean butt shake in a way that was visible even from the front.

Natalie felt her cheeks go beat red.

“After all, we both know that Natters would break out the knee pads if she thought Jason would say yes.” Nella said and Natalie was somewhere between wanting to sink into the floor and launch herself in a blind fury at the short, bootylicious Korean girl. “He would, by the way, Natters.”

That was it. Natalie reached out and grabbed Cherry and Nella by the arms and yanked all three of them onto the platform together. “Ok, skipping the REST of my presentation and jumping straight to the demonstration with my two volunteers.”

“Um, ladies?” Jason lifted a hand to stop all this, his own embarrassment having held his tongue till now.

“Natalie-.” Nella started, her eyes going wide as the platform started to glow in a ring around them.

“What the fuck?” Cherry said as Natalie came to a sudden stop, Cherry crashed into Nella who staggered a step forward into Natalie.

When they all came to a stop, all three torsos comfortably shared a space above the tremendous ass of Nella’s, though it had gotten considerably perkier with the addition of Natalie’s workout routine and own firm butt.

“As you can see,” Natalie started. “With our company's new product, and MY new invention, you can easily combine the best attributes of staff, or partners, and condense talents together.”

“Why are you two on top of my ass?” Nella shouted, staring in shock from the right side of what had been just her hips, trying to look around Cherry and her cherries to Natallie on the far left of the wide hips. “And why does my pussy feel like it’s about to vibrate right off me?”

“Yes the extra stimulation down there is… kind of new. A bit distracting, really” Natalie found herself blushing, both her and Nella looking between themselves at Cherry.

“Well, I am rather sensitive down there.” Cherry found herself blushing under the scrutiny of the other two she now shared an ass with. “Look, there’s a reason I’m known as the office slut, and besides that, it always felt good before, but not THIS good.”

“Probably all three of our sex drives ‘meeting in the middle’ as it were.” Natalie reasoned, feeling the warmth starting to spread up her torso.

“Happy to have been in the middle.” Nella arched an eyebrow. “But I kinda feel like the center of attention here, and that says something when it’s Cherry who’s in the middle.”

“Yeah, and who cares about Nella’s ass, anyway?” Cherry arrogantly thrust her large tits forward. “Nobodies going to be looking at it when it’s my titties on top.” 

Nella and Natallie shared a look before hugging together on either side of Cherry, all three women gasping as their torso’s condensed down to one, inflating Cherry’s cherries, and making them even perkier with Natalie’s workouts and Nella’s own rather sizable extra padding. The trio briefly babbled a bit as things settled down, their already knotted together sex drive getting a few more loops pulled tight as they now shared even more of their erogenous zones.

The three women, now just three heads atop a body that was a combination of all three of their frames and sporting all the advantages of each woman combined into one incredible body adjusted their stance as they looked themselves over. The fitness and curves of each women had combined to create an hourglass tri-headed babe that Jason felt his mouth swing open just looking at.

“And as you can see, upon combining the three of us to-.”

“Hey, all you did was improve MY looks.” Cherry gave their shoulders a wobble, making their large cherries bounce and wobble, but also shaking Nella and Natalies head back and forth in doing it, their lage ass shimmying thanks to Cherry’s lack of experience at handling it.

“Cherry, watch it! Your stupid tits are making my ass-.”

“Shut up about your fat ass!”

“Girls, can’t the two of you see the advantages of having-.” Natalie started, then sighed. Giving one more look at her two bodymates before focusing on Jason again. “Though, as you can see, sometimes combining bodies isn’t sufficient as it doesn’t share talents or experiences. While my intellect was enough to create the device we’re standing on, I have to admit without Cherry’s wild imagination to come up with something like this, and Nella’s incredible focus to see the creation of the device to completion, it wouldn’t exist. It took all three of us combined to create it, and I believe it’d also be a good final test to show the limits of the device.”

“Oooh, I’d love to have your brains Natalie, and Nella’s focus!” Cherry ginned. “Maybe I could finally finish a crossword!”

“Ugh, I don’t know what adding either of your brains to me would do at all so I don’t see why-.”

Natalie rolled her eyes, “so a final step is necessary and it’s guaranteed to help staff get along and get to know each other better in a way no team building event could.”

Their two hands reached up and went to either side of Nella and Natalie’s heads.

“Wait, what are you-.” Nella started.

“Hey, get off my-.” Cherry shouted.

Natalie pushed.

With a soft pop sound, all three heads combined into a single, gorgeous tri-racial woman with beautiful long auburn hair, tits twice the size of her head and a huge ass that even she wanted to know what she looked like bent over Jason’s desk begging him to pound into her from behind.

Wait, that thought seemed more sexual than… normal. She was his secre- no she was the best scien- no she worked in R & D, but they had a date tonight to-

“L-ladies?” Jason asked. “You ok?”

“Just taking a second to get the cognitive dissonance down, luv.” The gorgeous babe spoke, her voice dripping like honey with desire but also an attitude and assuredness neither Cherry or Natalie had ever shown, but the five dollar words she was belting out reminded him closely of Natalie herself as well. Her flirty nature was something that had seemed too much from Cherry, but tempered with Nella and Natalie’s own very different natures he felt his own heart start to beat faster.

For a moment there seemed to be an internal struggle, each woman inside of her vying for dominance before with a single thought, that they were all the same person and she was only doing it to herself, it all ended and intelligence, imagination and focus melded together. “Ah, there we go. I think I’ve got everything where it needs to be. Shall I finish the presentation before we head to lunch? Or would you rather give me my lunch right here?”

Jason bit his lip but gestured for her to continue.

Giving him a nod, the beautiful woman did a slow pirouette, talking throughout. “As you can see, with all three of… Well, me, combined. That is to say, Nella, Cherry and Natalie combined, my body is without comparison. What you can’t see is that mentally I have all three women’s knowledge and…” She paused to look over her shoulder at him, licking her lips. “Experience added together. And I can tell you right now, it is giving me all kinds of wonderful ideas of what we can do together.”

“As… mouth watering and tempting as that sounds,” Jason favored the woman with one of his winning smiles, loving the becoming blush and knowing smile she returned to him, again that simple look showing all three women he knew inside of the woman he could see. “Combining the three of you into one makes me wonder how you’ll fulfill your different duties.”

“Well, of course it would make more sense to have people with similar responsibilities and compatible life experiences in a business setting, instead of the wildly different lives and attitudes in this example, but if you’re at all worried about my ability to multitask…” She trailed off as she raised… and lowered her arms at the same time, resulting in four… then six arms popping into place sharing a single shoulder on each side. “And with my extra mass, I could even go beyond the six arms I started with, should the task require it, as long as a pad was available.”

“But what if I want to spend time with just one of the girls, and not all three combined.” Jason admitted a worry he was having.

“Well, while I can promise you that, mentally speaking, all three of us are in one heck of a mental-sexual daisy chain, I guess I can pull us out of it for a moment, for you lover.” She gave him a smoldering look before giving her head a light shake. To her right, Cherry slid out, the remaining head moving to the left a bit to balance their torso. Cherry blinked and looked to the other head, a combination of Natalie and Nella arching an eyebrow at her.

“Hey, I wasn’t done in there.” Chelly reached a hand up and pushed her head back into the combo, the head giving a little shake as out the other side, Nella popped out, leaving a beautiful redhead on her right where Cherry had just been, now composed of Natalie and Cherry respectively.

“Oh and you thought I might be done? Greedy Bitch.” Nella leaned their body to the right, feeling her head slide down their shoulder and merge with the combo of Natalie and Cherry’s heads. 

While Jason wanted to watch how their breasts jostled with their silly, and clearly hammed up antics, he couldn’t keep his eyes off the goofy fun the girls were having with their heads. Next, the heads all split back into three, but they were identical to the full combo of all three women.

“There, now we get all the best features, and the skills, of each of us combined but get our own head spaces back.” One head said, Jason felt like calling it Nella from her attitude, but she was the one unique thing about her appearance was that she was wearing Natalie’s glasses. Nellie?

“And! We can multitask like crazy, while all staying on the same page like this. It’s totes awesome.” The middle head sounded more like Natalie, but with Cherry’s sillier speech pattern, a verbal quirk that Jason, and he assumed the other girls, found endearing. Chel?

“And if you’re thinking you want the three of us to separate.” The final head, on the right, licked her lips, giving Jason the impression of Cherry’s flirtatious nature with Nella’s attitude. Niera? “Think again. We were able to sort out a lot of stuff together in one head, and we finally have a way to share you, and have the skills, knowledge and abilities we each individually were jealous of each other about and, we’ve got it all in one amazing package now.”

They stepped off the pad and put two right hands against his chest, one of their left hands sliding down his side to tug at his belt as the three heads looked at him intently.

“A-all well in good, ladies, and I have to say, you’ve never looked better than you do when you’re together but…” Jason hesitated here, did he dare tempt fate? “What about the presentation tomorrow? With all three of you already combined, how will you demonstrate the pads abilities?”

The trio stopped, looking amongst themselves then glancing back at the pad behind them before turning back to Jason.

“There’s Maria in mail sorting, you know, with the incredible legs and swimmer’s build. I bet she’d love to get in on this.” Their right head, Niera said.

“Ooh, and remember I was gonna line you up for a threeway with me and my friend.” Chel said, though Jason remembered Cherry talking about it.

“Oh right, her! That sexy barista with the milking-.” Their middle head, Chel blushed as she cut herself off, though she was grinning from ear to ear. “Now there’s a thought, can you imagine us with four tits this big and perfect?”

It took all six hands to lift their huge tits up to Jason’s chin and he gave a happy sigh, rolled his eyes and smiled at the three women made into one, then made three again. “Ok, ok. I’m sold. Great presentation girls.”

“Well, it’s not over yet.”

He missed which head said it as they knelt down and finished unzipping his pants. All-in-all, a great day to share lunch with friends.

~Fin for now, presentation tomorrow.

Author’s Note:

Story contains demons, elves, misuse of elven magic, proper use of succubus magic, conjoinment, bisexuality, minor orgy, dual cocks, dueling with cocks vs. cj babes, quad boobs, strawberry milk, and two characters I hope the creator never notices I used here, or I’ll be way too embarrassed.

Story:

With a LITERALLY orgasmic scream, a demon from the deepest, warmest, softest parts of hell tore through the bounds of Sophie’s reality, and came, again literally, into existance, tits first.

Sophie felt her jaw go a bit slack as she stared at the the curvaceous, bat winged, with large, round tits, pointed ears, hips that looked like they were made for hanging onto and a spade tipped tail that thrashed in the air as the demon came down from her orgasm.

The pale skinned demon pushed raven black hair out of her face and blinked her eyes and for the first time Sophie noticed. Where most creatures had whites, this demon had gold, and the colored bit was a deep, dark crimson that seemed to slowly bleed into a black center than having a normal black circle.

“Well… hello…” the demon purred, sweeping forward with a swish of her wide hips, her hand cupping the elf’s chin. “I’m… Pren.”

“S-sophie.” And it was the demon’s turn to drink her in, and Sophie could feel that caress of the demon’s, Pren’s, eyes. From her pink hair, long and swaying, flowers seeming to sprout from random strands. Her shoulders were as pale and as bare as Pren’s, but the blush that colored Sophie’s cheek had spared that far down, and to the tops of two plump, heaving breasts, her elven corset holding them together, tight and high.

The corset, brown earth tones as it was, held her waist in and emphasized the wide hips she had in common with the demon, both women’s plump thighs touched as Pren slid one foot in between the pink haired elf’s.

“Sophie the… elf?” Pren arched an eyebrow, lifting a lock and sniffing deeply. “Hmm…. Maybe I should call you Sophie the Strawberry Elf.”

“I… I am.” Sophie blushed. “A strawberry elf, I mean. All of my clan come from fruit.”

“Aren’t you just delicious?” Pren whispered in Sophie’s ear, delighting in feeling the shiver pass through the elf as their breasts pressed together. “Can I be the chocolate to your strawberry?”

“I…” Sophie closed her eyes, slowly fluttering them open, and watching as Pren’s golden, red eyes drank in Sophie’s sky blue ones. “I need you.”

“Lots of those who summon say they need me.”

“You don’t understand.” Sophie shook her head, her chin coming free of Pren’s grip. “My people need help.”

Pren blinked, her wings seeming to shrink as she folded them behind her. “What?”

“A… a demon lord has attacked my people, our lands are under his sway.”

“But what am I supposed to-.”

“The spell!” Sophie could feel the tears welling up, not the first she’d shed since that horrible creature had appeared and set the elves’ fields aflame. “It was supposed to summon someone that… that together they and I could defeat him and send him back from whence he came!”

“…together.” Pren let the comment hang in the air for a moment, watching the proud elf hold her chin high and held each other’s gaze before Pren closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. “I’m a… I’m…”

“You’re…” Sophie bit her lip. “You’re a…”

“Say it.” Pren’s head jerked up. “Everyone says it when they meet me at some point. Go ahead and call me what I am, what you see me as, what you know I am.”

“Succubus.”

Pren sucked in a breath as she felt a rush of emotion.

“…Ok… Ok Sophie the Strawberry Elf. Let’s see this demon lord and how I can… WE can defeat them, together.”

~

Pren slowly pushed the door she’d been peeking through back shut, and turned, ever so slowly to Sophie. “That… is the demon lord.”

“Yes.”

“Who ravaged your lands?”

“Yes.”

“Pillaged your people and enslaved them?”

“Yes.”

“And your spell summoned me to defeat… that.”

“Exactly. With me. Togeth-.”

“Yes, Together, I got that… he’s like TEN FEET TALL!”

“We might have noticed that.” Sophie poked her fingers together looking away from Pren.

“And he’s got not one, BUT TWO cocks.” Pren hissed out through her sharp teeth, fangs bared at the strawberry elf.

“…that we hadn’t noticed.” Sophie blinked, leaning towards the hand, lifting a hand as if to push it open enough to peek through before Pren stopped her. “He… he never partook of any of my people.”

“Of course not.” Pren buried her face in both hands. “He’s a cod-piece demon.”

“A… what?”

“That’s not the official name, of course.” Pren sighed. “It’s a type of demon that’s… well they’re darn near invincible, with enough strength and stamina for ten OTHER demon lords. The only way to ‘vanquish’ them is to drain them.”

“…drain?”

“Sexually.” Pren snapped, her face coming up so she was nose to nose with Sophie. “That’s why the spell summoned a sex demoness!”

“But…”

“And because of your wording, it has to be not just me, but US TOGETHER ‘defeating’ him.” Pren smacked her own head with the palm of one hand twice, just under her right horn.

“You mean that we need to… have a threeway with him?” Sophie’s eyes had grown huge as the demoness explained the depths of the trouble the spell had gotten them both into.

“No, a menage-a-trois isn’t going to be enough to drain those double snakes.” Pren paused to spit on the floor. “It’s the whole reason he has two cocks. By the time you got one cock drained, the other would be ready to go, and it would take both of us working together to get even one orgasm out of them, let alone drain them.”

“Oh, oh good.”

“It means we have to actually combine.”

“…what.” Sophie took a step back away from Pren.

“Conjoined together.” Pren continued. “In a body tailor made to make him cum. I’m thinking of all four boobs, two above two.” Pren mimed a very oddly shaped hourglass with her hands. “Two heads of course for oral and both our pussies for that.”

“P-pren?”

“And two assholes. The question is do we go two legs, or three?”

“Pren, there’s no way I can-.”

“I think two legs, so when we squeeze our thighs together, it’ll make us goosh and it’ll let us take him to the double hilts instead of making him sort of Y split when he fucks us hard and fast. That might hurt… but he might be into tha-.”

“PREN!” Sophie hissed. “I’ve… I’m not… Being… sexual like that is… TOO MUCH!”

Pren paused and looked at Sophie. “…umm… forgive me for this but… you don’t smell like a virgin.”

“I’m… ah… over 500 years old.” Sophie fretted. “It’s not that I’ve never had sex…”

“Is it that it’s with me?” Pren gestured up and down her own curvaceous form. She’d never quite understood the human hangups about laying with someone who was the same gender as themselves, but she’d been hoping elves were more open minded.

“Oh no, I find you quite attractive!”

“Oh good.” Pren felt a smile spread across her face. “You’re pretty cute too. Is it that it’s with the demon lord?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” Sophie shook her head sharply. “He’s quite handsome. I would have laid with him before now had he requested it.”

“Ok so bi like me, and open, even intersted and consenting to the sex. What’s the issue here?”

“The… the…” Sophie smacked both hands over her face as she turned bright pink in a blush, peeking through her fingers.

“Marathon Orgy?” Pren hazarded.

Sophie nodded, short, quick, face still covered with both hands.

“Not just that.”

Sophie gave a hesitant nod.

“The conjoinment?”

Slower… even more hesitant nod.

“That you and I will be a walking orgy in one body, sharing every touch, every shiver, every sensation and caress?”

Sophie yanked her hands down and nodded her head vigorously.

“Is it that you don’t want it…” Pren stepped close to the strawberry elf, her hand caressing from Sophie’s shoulders, to the small of her back, pulling the two of them tightly against each other, their breasts compressing together and rising like four loaves of bread up to their chins, and making Pren wonder of the pair could even kiss with their bellybuttons touching like this. “Or that you want it so bad you’re afraid you’ll never want to be separated ever again?”

“I…”

“What do you want… my cute, strawberry elf?” Pren took a deep breath, savoring the smell of strawberries and chocolate their scents made intermingled like this.

“THIS!” Sophie threw her arms around Pren’s shoulders and the two came together in a flash of demonic and elven magic.

~

The pale skinned demon-elf sat upon the demonic throne the … PREVIOUS demon lord had the elven people craft for them. It was ridiculously oversized for the conventionally tall demon-elf, their two heads coming to 5’10”, but nothing compared to the ten foot tall form it had been crafted for. Still, as tall as it was, the wide hips the demon-elf had barely fit between the arms of the chair, the wood creaking as the form shifted in its seat.

“S-so… ah…” Pren panted. “That was…. A first?”

“Ha… How so?” Sophie panted, her head next to the demon’s on their shared shoulders, one of their four hands caressing over the two breasts on her side, sending a shiver down their Y shaped spine, their double pussies fragrance filling the air and bringing a moan to both heads.

“N-number of orgasms in under ten hours.” Pren looked at the clock. “Nine. Nine hours.”

“H-happy to have… ah… helped.” Sophie felt the edges of darkness tugging at her mind, wanting to pull her into an exhausted sleep. “D-did we win?”

“Y-yeah.” Pren let one of the hands on her side fall to her abs and wondered where their corset had gotten off to. Her other hand cupped a heavy tit, noting the soft, wet, pink drop of liquid at the end of both sets of nipples. Bringing it to her lips, she blinked at the taste. Strawberry milk. Strawberry ALMOND milk, somehow. “Two headed demon-elf vs two, hard, thick, and long demon cocks with cum filled balls the size of party balloons, for the win!”

For a moment the two headed demon-elf simply panted and caught their breath before pushing themselves up further in the chair and straightening their back, their four heavy  tits swinging in the warm air of the throne room.

“So, uh, I know I’ve been casting my spells a bit fast and heavy today.” Sophie bit her lip, glancing at the mirror the vane demon lord had next to his throne, and now the demon-elf used to admire their merged form. “But that last spell was both our magics so… are we separable?”

“As in ‘can it be undone?’” Pren asked, rolling their shoulders and grinning at how their plump breasts rolled with it, and four pearly drops of pink milk fell. “Are you in such a rush to get away from me?”

Sophie’s cheeks turned a pretty pink and she looked away, before glancing to the mirror and seeing Pren’s look go from teasing to concern. Turning quickly, her lips caught Pren’s in a kiss, and the two, despite the incredible and LONG marathon of sex they’d just shared felt their body start to heat up again. “M-maybe I just want to have my own form so we can take turns tasting each other’s…. Down there.”

“Oh, if that’s all you wanted.” Pren waved her hand in a poof of smoke, another demon-elf identical to Sophie and Pren was standing there, Sophie2 looking bashful and Pren2 grinning with all her sharp teeth.

“Wh-what?” Sophie blinked.

“Time loop, darling.” Sophie2 answered. “You’ll understand in… a few hours I think.”

“Finally.” Pren2 says as they kneel before the seated demon-elf. “It’s our turn!”

Sophie2’s blush grew even deeper, but it was her tongue who flicked out to taste the pussy on Pren’s side first, eliciting a gasp from the woman in the chair.

Sophie decided then, she was in no rush to ever be separate from this crazy, fun demoness… but the next time they had a sex-capade like this, they were getting a bed.

~fin for now

By Candlestick’s Dilemma

Contains: Miswording of a spell, misunderstandings of traditions and world breaking physics, good use of some boob growing powers, conjoinment, partial consensual demonic possession, andrgoenous tomboys, bimbo demons who are actually really sweet, and an overabundance of sap.

Story:

Hunter finished waving a hand in front of her candle and shouted “TETONS! I BEG OF YOU, JOIN THE CIRCLE OF MYSELF AND HELP FULFILL MY WISH!”

With a poof of smoke, the candle went out, bringing a coughing fit to the young goth, as she waved one hand trying to clear it. “Oof, not sure I got that last bit right.”

“Got it pretty right as far as I’m concerned.” Came a new voice, right next to Hunter’s head, surprising the raven haired woman. Feeling like someone, maybe the demon or spirit she was trying to summon, was leaning over her shoulder, she gave a startled, undignified, shout and fell sideways, her head hitting the carpet, followed by something hitting against her head.

“OW! Hey!”

“Sorry I… I can’t see you?”

“Oh, gotcha.” A finger snapped, though Hunter felt like it was her own doing the snapping, and the candle on the table, as well as tons more all around the room popped into vibrant light. While Hunter had always been a bit of a candle nut, even she didn’t have this many, nor did even this amount even come close to outputting the light that now filled the room. And yet they did.

“I… What… the fuck…” Hunter looked down her shoulders, to her right, and saw what looked surprisingly like a cheerleader, from the honey blonde hair with a pink streak, which was in style currently, to the lightly tanned skin, to the ice blue eyes that seemed just a tad vacant, to the upturned nose that ‘daddy’ must have paid for rather than genetics, the head sharing her shoulders looked every inch a valley girl bimbo, the kind a goth like Hunter typically mocked rather than associated with.

With two exceptions. She was sharing shoulders with the skinny tomboy goth, which is to say Hunter herself, and she had a pair of red horns poking out of her blonde hair. They might pass for a headband, how many people were actively looking for real horns on someone, but Hunter knew deep in her heart, this was a demon.

“Hey, I’m Cíocha.” The blonde grinned, showing off a cute smile with pretty white teeth. It wasn’t too big or too small, and seemed to show a genuine warmth that Hunter hadn’t seen in real life, not that she was sure this was the same thing.

“Uh, hey. I’m Hunter. I’d shake your hand but…” Both their shoulders shrugged, Hunter feeling some sense of relief that she still controlled her body, even with this demon head added to it.

Cíocha laughed, their right hand waving away the worry, Hunter feeling her lungs go to her blonde body jacker’s control, along with the hand and arm in question. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I gotta say, it's an interesting way of summoning me. Most do it in a circle or something.”

“I always thought that was kinda rude, trapping you in a circle.”

“More like it gives us a place to pop into, that no one else will be in, so we don’t end up showing up inside of someone else.”

“Like a transporter pad from Star Trek?” Hunter asked.

“Huh?”

“Oh, sorry! It’s this geeky thing and-.”

“Oh, I know what Star Trek is. I’ve just never watched it.” Cíocha shrugged their shoulders.

“Would you…. Like to?” Hunter felt silly asking a demon, who was currently sharing a body with her, to sit down and watch an episode of a random sci fi series but in all honesty, she wasn’t sure where to take the conversation anyway.

“Sure. I’m in no rush to leave or anything.” Cíocha nodded her head, the two standing up. Hunter found she couldn’t quite tell who’d done it, Cíocha or her. In fact, as they walked around, stepping out of the room and with a snap, killing the candles, Hunter wasn’t sure who was really doing what, unless it was something specific.

Hunter called out to the voice command, ‘Computer, Lights!’, something she’d programmed in to sounds like TNG the first chance she’d gotten and watching as the lights around the house flicked on, the two walking, a little more sensually then Hunter was used to, but with her familiar gate, over to the large two seater couch, she draped herself in it without thinking, though found Cíocha happily throwing an arm over the back, lazily enjoying the cozy place with tomboy goth.

With a few more voice commands, Hunter had a certain episode of Voyager pulled up, an early episode where a transporter mishap resulted in two people becoming one, and the two watched as the starship voyager spent an hour going nowhere but somehow getting closer to home, and learning more about each other along the way.

Hunter found she had to explain very little, expecting to have to go into her vast store of esoteric knowledge, but other than a few ‘who’s that?’ ‘is that thing important?’ until Cíocha was pulled into the flow of the show, and the two watched and enjoyed themselves.

With the credits rolling, Hunter felt something rise up in Cíocha’s throat and felt like she knew what was coming, and nodded in encouragement.

“Computer? Uhm, tv off?” Cíocha gave a delighted cheer and clapped her hands, MY HANDS, Hunter reminded herself. Was she already thinking of them as sharing her body? Despite the self doubt and questions, Hunter smiled, blushing a bit about how cute the demon sharing her body was being.

“That was fun. Are there many more episodes?”

“Uh…” Hunter knew she knew this. “A little over 800 episodes now?”

“Not getting through those tonight.” Cíocha stretched their arms above their head, fingers braced.

Hunter delighted in the stretching feeling, as the arms went back further than she’d expected. She’d never been very limber, but something about adding the cute blonde demon to her had changed that. “Well, I mean, I could summon you again.”

“Dooooesn’t really work that way.” Cíocha rolled her eyes. “Unless you're some high ranking muckety muck, and I’m just your cute bimbo demon next door.”

“Oh, um… anyway to… keep you here?” Hunter couldn’t believe she was asking for a way to KEEP a demon with her, but this night was already going far off the rails from what she’d planned.

Cíocha snorted, and Hunter blinked, recognizing it as something she herself did, as it didn’t sound much like something the cute blonde would do. “Well, yeah, but you won’t, especially with us how we are now.”

“Huh?”

Cíocha blinked her lovely dark eyelashes, and Hunter realized for the first time she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and felt a little spike of jealousy, but also a pull into those eyes, and found her own brown orbs leaving Cíocha’s blue ones, and flicking to the cupid’s bow lips Cíocha had pursed.

“You… did notice we’re sharing a body, right?” Cíocha teased, their right hand reaching over to tickle their left side, where Hunter’s head was closest too. The goth tomboy found herself giggling, despite having never felt ticklish before. “If you kept me here, it’d be making that permanent.”

“Ok, valid point. Sharing a body for the rest of my life just so we can do a Star Trek marathon is a bit much.” Hunter pushed the giggles back down, grabbing at Cíocha’s wrist to get her to stop. She didn’t want to say out loud the idea of sharing a body with her lover, sharing every sensation was a dream, or a fetish, come true. “But what’s that have to do with what it’d take to keep you here?”

“Oh, um…” Cíocha tried to nonchalantly look at her nails, still the black Hunter had painted them this morning. “Nothing big really. Just share an… orgasm.”

“Share a… we’d have to cum?”

Cíocha winced, looking a bit embarrassed, her cheeks turning a cute pink briefly. “Well, yeah, I’m a bimbo demon after all.”

“I mean, I guess that makes… wait, would that steal my soul?” 

“I swear! Those stupid djinn!” Cíocha’s mood suddenly shifted, and Hunter could feel a heat rise up in their chest, their fingers flexing as if at any moment they might reach out and ring someone’s neck. “Just because they run a rival wish granting organization, they had to run that stupid smear campaign about it costing souls! What would I even do with a soul? Unless we were in love, it’d be like being stuck in a room for all time with someone you hate.”

“…touched a nerve?” Hunter arched an eyebrow, trying to push her famously stoic goth calm into place.

“Ha! Good Tuvok impression.” Cíocha said, pointing to Hunter’s face.

Wait, is that where Hunter had picked that up from? Mr. Spock?

“But yeah, sorry. Don’t need your soul or anything. Being in an ethereal world, everythings kinda misty and lacks substance, so being here… I gotta do something physical to keep my essence here. For me, cumming my brains out and getting my partner to do the same.” Cíocha shrugged again. “And like I said, with the two of us sharing a body? Kinda embarrassing, and it’d mean you being stuck like this, with me.”

‘Something I’m minding less and less the more we talk…’ Hunter thought to herself, getting a perplexed look from Cíocha. “Well, then, wanna just hang out until midnight?”

“Sure.” Cíocha gave a little bounce, their back sitting up a little straighter. “But shouldn’t we go about getting that wish granted first?”

“Wish?”

“You know… the one you summoned me for?” Cíocha hinted. “The candle, the spell. I’m flattered if you just wanted to talk, but humans usually have something in mind before summoning someone from the pits of hell.”

“And what if I did just want to talk?” It came out a bit more flirty then Hunter had meant it, but something about Cíocha, and how Hunter was finding herself feeling about the pretty blonde demon was drawing it out of her.

“Then you picked a very talkative demon.” Cíocha booped Hunter’s nose with one finger, accompanying it with a boop sound effect.

“Oooh,” Hunter leaned them back into the plush couch, trying to play it as nonchalantly as she could. “And what should we talk about?”

“Could do Star Trek…” Cíocha offered, ticking it off of a finger with their other hand. “Or my fav sex positions, since I’m a bimbo demon and all. Ooh, or we can talk about how yummy and fierce that engineer lady was, and sorta wrap the first two together.”

“All good options.” Hunter agreed.

“Oorrrrr you could tell me what you were wanting to wish for.”

“Oh you’re good.” Hunter nodded, as they straightened back up. “Very subtle.”

“Thank you.” Cíocha pretended to not notice the jab. “Let me guess, something about a guy?”

“Got the wrong girl for that.” Hunter pointed to her left wrist, a rainbow bracelet on it.

“A fellow sister!” Cíocha shot Hunter another one of the room filling, beaming smiles she’d only seen one of so far, and felt her heart melt even more. “Hmm, so a girl then?”

“Not any particular one.” ‘Except maybe you.’ Hunter mentally added, before then mentally face palming. “But… yeah. I’m a bit of a… tomboy and was hoping for a demon that could reshape me into something more… feminine?”

“I think you look fantastic.” Cíocha put a gentle, encouraging kiss on Hunter’s jaw. The kiss short circuited Hunter’s brain for a moment, but that it was on her jaw snapped her back hard.

Hunter had always been self conscious about it, how strong a jaw she had. It and her chin gave her an overall masculine appearance to her face that she’d never found as pretty as she wanted it to. In fact, what she was wanting was…

“Th-thanks, but can’t I have a face more like… yours?” Hunter bit her lip, had she really just asked that?

“Aww, thanks luv.” The blonde demon grinned. “But will that really make you happy?”

“I mean… yeah?”

“Ok, look, I get that you want a face like mine because you think it’s pretty, right?”

Hunter nodded.

“Wrong. You want it so it’ll attract a face like mine, because you think my face is pretty so that’s what you’re wanting to attract, not what you’re wanting to have.”

Hunter wanted to let out a whimper. “But how can I attract a girl like yo- a pretty girl if I’m not pretty?”

“You’re plenty pretty.”

“Then why don’t I have a girlfriend.”

Cíocha gave her a look, up and down, but Hunter could feel something deeper in that look. “I’m gonna go with… self confidence.”

“I’ve got plenty of self confidence.” Hunter straightened their… HER shoulders. As a goth, she took pride in her haughty demeanor.

“No, you’ve got self assuredness.” Cíocha corrected her raven haired human friend. “Well earned, I’m sure. But you’re not confident you’re pretty, so you don’t confidently look pretty, so…”

“So no bitches?”

“No bitches.” Cíocha agreed. “Changing your face to look like someone else’s is just going to give you imposter syndrome when you DO land a date, and that’ll kill anything romantic faster than a fat man in a speedo.”

“Hey, some peeps are into that.”

“Not this peep.” Cíocha pointed to herself. “But seriously, trust me, if it’s your face you’re worried about, and you’re wanting to attract a cutie, take it from this cutie, your face is plenty attractive.”

“Oh are you saying you’re attracted to me?” Hunter couldn’t stop herself from the teasing flirt.

Cíocha just blushed and fluttered those dark eye lashes, her blue eyes darting from Hunter’s brown eyes, to Hunter’s black painted lips, to her eyes, back to the lips, halfway to her eyes before flicking away, then back again.

‘So cute!’ Hunter thought for the upteenth time that night about the cute blonde demon. “Ok, ok, I’ll concede my face. But what do you think makes a woman more confident and attractive to other women then?”

“Well, as a consumer of the fairer sex, I’d have to go with…” Cíocha pretended to think about it, even putting a finger to her jaw and giving her head a slight tilt, before Hunter let a snort of laughter through, which started them both laughing.

Once that settled, Cíocha cupped the air in front of them, miming a decently large chest. “For confidence, this bimbo demon has got to say start with the boobs.”

“Oh, do you have a nice pair?” Hunter tried to make it as nonchalant as possible, but could feel Cíocha’s grin shining on her.

“Like the kind you only dream of, girly.” Cíocha teased. “Wanna start with something small and fun, like an F-cup?”

“An F-cup is small to you?”

“A K-cup is small to me.” Cíocha pretended to flick a bit of invisible dust off Hunter’s black wranglers.

“So how big would you want me?” Hunter asked, earning a look from Cíocha. “Hypothetically, if I was your girlfriend.”

“IF you were my girlfriend?” Cíocha put some extra emphasis on the if, as if testing out the girlfriend word for the first time. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to scare you or anything, but I do love mega boobs on a girl.”

“How mega?” Hunter felt a hunger starting to build in herself. She had been intending to ask for boobs. If she’d failed at summoning a demon, she even had a few thousand put away to see if a doctor could do what a summoning ritual hadn’t, but now she was wondering just how much of a boob hound the blonde was.

“At least as big as mine.”

“And how big are yours?”

“I didn’t bring any pictures.”

“Then you’ll just have to grow mine out until they’re the same size and shape as yours.” Hunter felt like she was playing with fire, but wanted to flirt and tease the demon that much more.

“Oh I guess I’ll have to do just that.” Cíocha flexed their fingers, a wicked gleam coming to her blue eyes before…

Before it suddenly went away, the talon-like claws she’d bent their hands into went limp.

“What?” Hunter reached up with a hand, cupping Cíocha’s cheek, and turning her head gently back towards the goth girl.

“I… I was just getting excited.” Cíocha said. “You don’t… really want boobs as big as mine. I’m silly big. Even other demons make fun of me and-.”

And suddenly they were kissing. At first just Hunter’s hand on Cíocha’s cheek, but soon they wrapped their arms around their shoulders in a self hug, hungrily, desperately kissing each other. It was Hunter’s first kiss, and she knew in an instant, every kiss she shared with another woman after this was going to be judged against Cíocha’s lips, and found wanting.

Cíocha was just as happy with the kisses from Hunter as well, blushing and falling into little pecks and tongue twisters, and full on face sucking, showing and sharing every kind of kiss as she could with Hunter before the goth girl and demon cutie came up for air, panting together with their shared lungs on the couch.

“W0w.” Hunter said, almost expecting to breathe out some smoke from that makeout session.

“Yeah…” Cíocha blushed.

“That was amazing.”

“Awww, thanks.” Cíocha gave Hunter a peck on the jaw again, the raven haired woman going ahead and letting the thrill of the touch of the demon’s soft lips against her hard jaw pass through her this time. “You’re pretty hot stuff yourself. And that means something coming from-…”

“From a bimbo demon?” Hunter tried to imitate Cíocha, but the demon had a ‘not quite British’ way of speaking. Irish maybe?

“Look, I’m serious. I’m starting to… to feel some things here, and I don’t want to scare you off with my big balloons and-.”

Hunter could feel how this was going and quickly pushed her lips against Cíocha’s, quieting the suddenly vulnerable demon girl, and feeling the two melt into a loving kiss again.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I want to see more of you, know more of you, not just this cute head that’s popped out of my shoulders.” Hunter found herself booping Cíocha’s nose, like the blonde had done to her earlier, something she would never have done before tonight. “So take this in all the heartfelt sincerity that I mean it. Cíocha, show me your damn tits.”

Cíocha's face went crimson, her eyes wide as she looked away from Hunter, embarrassed and yet also feeling suddenly useless but turned on at the goth tomboy’s choice of words.

“Well?” Hunter asked after just enough time to really make the blonde feel silly.

Cíocha screamed through her nose. “Ok. Fine. But I warned you. Best tits in hell, coming up!”

With a swish of both hands, Hunter felt something change within her. A power, and a pleasure she’d only vaguely felt before, as her black tank top started growing beneath her sharp, long nose. She looked down that sharp point, watching in awe as a pair of tits she’d never even had to wear a bra to support suddenly grew to grapefruits.

Big, sensitive grapefruits. Round and tight, and as their hands caressed them, electrifying in the most sensual and sexual of ways. Both heads moaned as Hunter and Cíocha felt themselves flooded with sensation.

But the happy tits weren’t done growing yet.

Bigger and bigger they grew, rounder and staying tight and firm. Hunter wanted to ask why, but got it a moment later. Bimbo demon, it all had to look like a choice, even if a demon never needed plastic surgery. It was like Cíocha’s nose, in that way. Something that looked like a crafted work of art, not for beauty, but for lust and to broadcast what her body was designed for, built for. It was like having a tattoo, something Hunter had a few of herself.

That blast of understanding came with a growth spurt and Hunter felt lucky to hang on to the sudden insight as they surpassed volleyballs, basketballs, and moved into beachballs, the big round kind that kids overinflate at the pool and roll off of… But these were far nicer, and oh so wonderful to touch. Hunter was whimpering as Cíocha chanted ‘yes, YES!’ with raising tempo and volume until they finally ‘maxed out’ the shirt’s capacity, the straps on the black tank top snapping and popping their breasts free into the open room, filling their lap despite having their back straight, nipples atop areolas as wide as dinner plates, pointed straight at the TV.

“That was…” Hunter panted, trying to catch her breath, and trying to push down what had almost been an orgasmic experience before she felt like diving a few fingers into her wranglers and making it literal instead of figurative. Then she felt an ice seize her heart, a fear that didn’t come from her. It came from… “Amazing! That was amazing! And these are amazing! And wonderful!”

“You’re scared of them.” Cíocha sniffed, sounding like she was about to cry. ‘Feeling like she was about to cry,’ Hunter realized.

“I’m scared that if I touch them I won’t be able to resist reaching to our nipples, giving them a good tug, and making this permanent.” Hunter groaned. “I want to touch them so badly, to dive into a kiss with you and show you just how I love my nips to be treated, and beg you to show me how you like yours pinched and played with to give you the most delight.”

“A-and?” Cíocha sniffed again, but Hunter could tell the tears weren’t quite as ready to fall now.

“And I want to feel us… share that. Like this.” She kissed Cíocha then, a soft loving kiss. “I… I don’t want to be separate girlfriends with you, I want us to date and share our body, every sensation, knowing that every touch and caress is one we share, and I want to do it now. I Lov-.”

A sudden finger, her own, was at her lips, Cíocha blushing crimson. “Don’t. Don’t say it. I’m not ready yet. We just met tonight. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. You don’t know-.”

Hunter took command of the finger and put it into her mouth, sucking on it, bringing a mewling, panting sound from Cíocha. “I know. I know this is crazy.”

“It’s the tits. You’re tit crazy. You just want my tits.” Cíocha smacked the side of one, regretting it a moment later as instead of a sharp pain, the pair of women felt their pussy tremble. “You get turned on by pain?”

“You get turned on by tickles.” Hunter countered. “And yeah, I’m goth. A little pain kinda gets my motor humming.”

“Oh my gosh that’s so hot.” Cíocha took control of both hands and covered her face, though they could both feel the heat from her cheeks. After a moment, she spread her fingers and peaked out at Hunter through them. “You’re serious though, aren’t you?”

“I really, really want to… I don’t know… date you? While sharing a body?”

Cíocha whimpered. “You’re crazy. I’m crazy. This is crazy!”

“It’s also 11:30.” Hunter pointed out.

“You… It’s… We’ll be stuck!”

“I can think of worse fates, can’t you?” Hunter kissed the hand covering Cíocha’s mouth, feeling the other woman, the demon she reminded herself, tremble at the touch. “But can you think of any better?”

“No!” Cíocha shouted suddenly, their arms shifting to hug their ribs, under their huge round boobies, as the two women came together in another kiss.

The kiss didn’t stop as they eased themselves to the floor, or when they undid the tight wranglers and slid them off the tight ass and strong thighs Hunter’s frequent workouts had given her. It didn’t stop when they caressed up under their breasts, even when they found Hunter’s abs, and Cíocha moaned into her mouth and trembled at the touch of the hard muscles she found there. It didn’t even stop when they slid first one, then two, then several more fingers into their shared pussy, and started workign it only a very frustrated lesbian goth, and a very horny bimbo demon knew how to.

In fact, only one thing stopped the kiss.

Their first orgasm.

They managed to keep kissing through the second, and had become pros at maintaining a kiss through an earth shaking orgasm as they counted their tenth just as the chimes said midnight.

“I didn’t program the smartbox to do that.” Hunter said when she came up for air.

“Shut up and keep kissing me!” Cíocha demanded.

Hunter grinned at her lover, her girlfriend, her little demon fucktoy, and quickly freed a hand from the clutches of their pussy long enough to lick her fingers clean. She wanted Cíocha to taste their juices when next they kissed.

Which was right away, of course. 

~Happy Halloween

By Candlestick’s Dilemma

Special thanks owed to Rob for inspiration

Contains: MtFF transformation, ignoring a cat, (it's ok, he was probably ignoring them), twinification, hourglass, chicks with dicks, dual gendered, conjoinment, misuse of birthday wishes, mild cursing, and a complete lack of Latinas.

Story:

Kelley sighed and looked down at his cart. A box of four pre-made cupcakes. A small box of candles. An aim-and-flame lighter. A frozen pizza.

And his slightly chubby self, on his 42nd birthday. He sighed and pushed the cart forward a step as the person in front of him finished at the self checkout.

“You know,” she said, “I think the real problem with today is that people don’t talk anymore.”

Kelley smiled politely as he waited for her to move the stuff she’d scanned back into her cart. 

“Yeah, my mom used to say ‘a life spent with a friend is a life half as hard.’”

“A friend?” She turned her face to Kelley for the first time, and he saw that she was a lovely young woman. One he immediately reminded himself was out of his league even when he had been in her age range. “Or a lover?”

Kelley blushed and looked away from her, shuffling his shopping onto the little tray next to the counter. “I, uh, wouldn’t know. I guess I never took mom’s advice.”

“Shame that.” She started to push her cart away. “Happy Birthday.”

When Kelley turned to look after her, she was already gone.

~

Back home, Kelley looked at the candle burning down in the single cupcake. He’d already eaten one, just feeling peckish while the pizza cooked, but now he’d finished it, an entire frozen pizza by himself, and now was looking at his… ‘birthday cake’. “Happy birthday to meeee….” And blew out the candle. He didn't bother saying the wish, it’d been the same wish for years now. Decades.

Pulling the candle out and leaving it on the plate, he bit into the cupcake, nearly choking when his phone chimed. Fishing it out of his pocket, he saw an app popped on it, NU U.

“I didn’t install that…”

Unlocking his phone, he opened the app and looked it over. “Find a New You, alter or reshape yourself and your life as you want it to be!”

“Is this a dating app or some kind of sim game?” Kelley frowned and skipped past the tutorial, giving permission for the camera and the access to the files on his phone, barely noticing. He saw a list of pictures, including one of him in his skivvies from a ‘30 day challenge’ that he’d made it a whole day into, of taking pictures of yourself every morning to help encourage you to lose weight. Clicking it, the NU U app responded by popping up a handful of options.

Flicking through them… was a little depressing. Thinner, taller, more muscle… bigger dick.

He sighed, feeling his head hang as the phone went a bit loose in his grasp, a knockoff pop socket being all that kept it from falling. “Even in an app that is supposed to do anything, I can’t find the kind of options that’d make me hap-.”

The app chimed again, startling him no less than the first time.

Glancing at it, he found a whole new list of options. “Swap genders? Divide age? What the fuck?”

He felt his cheeks reddening as he looked through his options. “Maybe that’d be better, using both. I’d be better as a pair of ladies half my age and…” He looked down at the belly pushing over his waistband. “Half my weight.”

He clicked without looking.

“Holy fuck and a half!” A girl with a slight accent shouted as she fell out of the armchair Kelley had been sitting in a moment ago. “Did you push me?”

“How could I push you!” Kelley shouted back, finding she had an accent now. Wait, she? “Oh fuck and a half! It worked!”

The two women looked at each other, nude except for a pair of men’s boxers, and a healthy pair of breasts… but other than that they weren’t much to look at. Of course, it was more than Kelley had seen of a woman in… well, if you didn’t count the internet, ever.

“Hey,” the woman on the floor reached for Kelley’s hand. Kelley tried to wrap her mind around the possibility that she was just like she was, the same person in any case. She sure didn’t look like the Kelley she knew… but then, neither did Kelley. “Give me the phone, I want to make some changes.”

Kelley reflexively held it protectively against her chest. “Well, what if I want to make some changes?”

“Of course you want to make some changes! I’m you and I want to!”

The two stopped suddenly, looking at each other and suddenly laughing.

“This is so fucking surreal.” Kelley turned the phone so she could see the screen again.

“Fucking tell me about it. Why are we talking like this? Where’d this accent come from?”

“Umm, I think we had ‘reality change’ turned on.” Kelley blinked, going over memories that were distinctly more feminine and involved her and her twin sister, and only went back twenty one years. Well, less than that, but she knew she was 21, which was the point. “And mental change too.”

“So… whatever would have had to have happened for us to be born as female twins meant…”

“Different parents.” They said together. “So accent.”

“Oof, talking in unison is weird.” Kelley’s twin shook her head, standing up fully and coming around the chair to look over her sister’s shoulder. “Still got our profile open?”

“It’s asking if we want to split them, or conjoin them?”

“Conjoin?” Kelley could hear her twin get excited.

“Can’t wait to.” Kelley grinned up at her twin. “But no, I think it means how our profiles are related. Like, should we be able to change independently, or change separately.”

“Well… I mean we’ll stop being twins if we start making random changes and not including each other.” Her twin shrugged. “But I think being able to see how changes look on each other could be fun too.”

“How about…” Kelley thought for a moment, “physical changes that would change our genetics stay matched, but like getting earrings or dying our hair won’t?”

“Sounds good.” Her twin nodded, looking over the phone screen again. “Names?”

“Yeah, if we’re going to have two profiles I guess we need separate names.” Kelley bit her lip, feeling scared to ask her… twin? “C-can I keep Kelley?”

“Knock yourself out.” Her twin shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe go with just ‘Kelly’ and I’ll go with Jamie.”

Kelly typed both names in and blinked, noticing their last name had changed its spelling slightly, and now had an Irish lilt to it. So that’s where the accent came from. She turned to Jamie, starting to do the same thing, and realized she couldn’t think of her sister as anything other than Jamie. Some part of her knew deep down that her twin and her had been not only one person, but a middle aged, overweight man on his birthday an hour ago, but she was hard pressed to remember HIS name, or what he looked like.

“Hey, I think we’re Irish now.” Jamie said, noting their last name.

“Looks like it, sis.” Kelly nodded. “Oooh, that gives me an idea!”

“Green eyes!” they said together, quickly making the change, then oohing and aahing over each other’s new eye color.

“Let’s go with hair color next. Too cliche to go red with curls?” Kelly asked, already clicking through the changes.

“Eh, I kinda want to try something darker. Go long, black and straight for me.” Jamie said, fingering the mousy brown hair they’d inherited.

With a few clicks, each was sporting a new hair color and do. They both decided slightly paler skin looked better, though Kelly had a laugh as Jamie came out the other side looking a bit gothic.

“Well why don’t you go the other way. Get some more sun and maybe go for blonde?”

“Oh I love it!” Kelly grinned, typing the changes.

“How did I know you would?” Jamie rolled her eyes but shared her twin’s grin, watching as the red curls turned into similarly straight hair to her own, in a lovely honey colored hue. 

“Nice! Make that our default, then I don’t have to try so hard to get to black on mine.”

“Sure… Done!” Kelly made a few clicks, then looked her twin up and down.

“What?”

“I was just thinking…” Kelly bit her bottom lip. “If this app really can make us look however we want…”

“Then why not like our fav pornstar?” Jamie guessed, laughing when Kelly gave an enthusiastic head bob. “I love Candied Apples as much as you, but I just spent a half hour on our hair and face, babe.” She struck a vogue pose they both knew from the cover of one of Candied’s best videos.

Candied Apples was one of the foremost ‘huge curves, tiny waist, all a choice’ porn stars. Despite having boobs in the 1500cc a piece range, with an ass to match, and a waist a wasp would be jealous of, no one was quite sure how much work she’d really had done, and how much was genuinely the woman herself, but now that the twins had access to the app,

“Maybe our heads on her body?” Kelly hazarded a solution, getting a funny look and laughing.

“What are you laughing about, goof?” Jamie giggled herself, loving how infectious Kelly’s giggles were, and finding a few memories of even her worse ‘goth-funks’ could be turned around with one of her twin’s giggle fits.

“Just the image of both our heads suddenly appearing on either side of her’s in the middle of a porn shoot.” Kelly laughed.

“Given some of her more… silly videos, she’d probably be down.” Jamie laughed at the image of the trio of women in one of the curviest, sexiest bodies around, getting railed from every direction. “Remember the vid where it was edited so she and Rolling Hills-,” A red head with one of the few bodies that could compete with Candied Apples’ incredible curves, and also a favorite of the twins, though she didn’t do as much, or as esoteric, videos as Candied did. 

“Were like… pushing into each other’s pussies like they were trying to unbirth themselves into each other at the same time?”

“And end up in a queen conjoinment, with boobs so big they couldn’t see each other around them?” Kelly gushed, wanting to pull up the vid and… and something felt missing suddenly. She shrugged it off and kept her fan-girling up, “and then those guys came in, flipped them over, and Eiffel tower’d them from both ends?”

“Wish I knew how they’d done that!” Jamie said, giving a sigh. “I mean, we’re twins! Imagine if we did vids like that for an only fans account and-.”

Both women paused suddenly and looked at each other.

“Just checking, I suggested something that was obviously sisXsis, did you feel anything?”

“Umm… made me horny?” Kelly blushed, but didn’t want to hold anything back from her twin. “Not the reaction you’d expect twins to have.”

“Probably because we used to just be one guy.” Jamie grinned. “But yeah, it sounded hot, getting in a big titty 69 with you, and- THE APP!”

“What?” Kelly clutched the phone to her chest, looking surprised as her twin. “What about it?”

“It can do anything, right? Quick, give me a body like Candied’s!”

Kelly clicked through, only having to type ‘whose proportions do you want?’ and finding Candied’s name auto filled after just a few letters, apparently she was a popular choice. She clicked to apply to her twin, and watched as Jamie’s already generous breasts swelled and firmed up, the dark haired pale goth woman with the striking green eyes moaning as her ass swelled as big and round as her new volleyball sized, and shaped, tits, her thighs thickening to support such a pair of hips. Even her waist brought a cry of joy from the raven haired twin as cinched in, as if an invisible corset was not just holding it in, but also lifting her heavy, round tits.

“Oh sis, you gotta try-.”

“Uh oh.” Kelly looked up at Jamie before quickly thrusting her phone into her twin’s hands. 

“Hang on to this!”

“Why? I-.” Jamie looked down to see ‘all natural’ was turned on. They both liked the ‘no scar’ look, though weren’t turned off by them either, so why did that bother Kelly so… oh wait. Twin-Link. Jerking her head up, she watched Kelly transform.

Kelly’s hands roamed her firming, inflating tits, moaning as they filled under hands, their sensitive service filling them with pleasure. Unlike her twin, the changes seemed to flow straight down as they finished with her tits, squeezing her waist, and bringing a moan from the blonde. Next, her hips started to swell till Jamie was sure her twin wouldn’t be sitting back in that recliner chair they’d both sprung from earlier.

Glancing to the chair out of some train of thought, she found in its place a plush loveseat. ‘It’s going to love having my seat in it, at least.’ She thought to herself a big smugly, her eyes snatching back to her twin a moment later when she heard the blonde Kelly cry out in orgasmic delight, the two once more identically built.

“I’m so fucking HOT!” Kelly cheered, spinning in place, and laughing as her ridiculous curves nearly pulled her off her feet. Trying to catch herself, she fell into her twin’s arms, laughing and cooing as so much sensitive skin met an equal amount as their large, round tits squished together. “WE’RE so fucking HOT!”

“And so fucking soft.” Jamie added, pulling her twin into a rather un-sisterly kiss, one Kelly gleefully melted into, the two women letting their hands roam each other’s identical bodies for several minutes before coming up for air.

“Oh fuck and a half, I know we always wanted a girlfriend but…” Kelly panted, biting her lip.

“Now that we’ve got each other, I’m really missing someone having a cock!” Jamie finished, before noting the phone still held tightly in one hand. A few quick pecks, and she pulled her twin into another kiss as she hit apply.

It would be, Kelly decided later, nearly impossible to explain what it was like to go from having a cock she didn’t quite remember having anymore, to having a sweet, wonderful pussy, to having a hungry pussy with plump lips that seemed it constantly had a vibrator in it, apparently that’s how Candied Apples’ pussy felt all the time and Kelly had no interest in complaining.

And now to… having that supercharged, wet and hungry pussy AND having a cock suddenly growing slightly above that pussy, with a pair of heavy, cum filled balls that felt ready to boil over with gooey, delicious creme at any moment.

And then feeling that cock rub against its ‘identical member’ as Kelly briefly crossed swords with her twin.

The two women gasped and stepped away from each other at the cock-to-cock touch, mouths hanging open.

“Th-that’s fucking huge.” Kelly pointed at her twin’s cock. She wanted to look at her own, but she was so busty she wasn’t ever going to see her shoes again without a mirror, let alone her own cock.

“Uh, yeah, I thought… I’d just set it to give me ‘the kind of cock that Candied MOST liked having inside of her’ and let the twin-link give you the same.” Jamie blinked, looking between her own tits and Kelly’s curvaceous body.

“This is… a lot.” Kelly bit her lip, doing the same back and forth look.

Jamie took the three steps necessary to bring their bodies back together, feeling her cock slide between her twin’s leg’s, its thick head grinding against her sister’s pussy, and her sister’s big cock rubbing against her abs between the twins. “I think we haven’t gone nearly far enough.”

The two women came together in another kiss, their four hands working to nudge Kelly’s cock enough out of the way, and lift one of her very flexible legs up so that Jamie could fuck her limber twin while standing, the two unable to last long, and sharing their first female, and technically male, orgasms together, before Jamie bent over the loveseat and gave her ass a shake, making sure Kelly knew it was time to return the favor.

Something her twin eagerly did, pounding Jamie face first into the cushions as each woman hugged and played with their own tits, moaning and yelling as they both came again.

Collapsing to the floor, both identical women with their opposite shaded hair panted on the ground, side by side, squeezing each other’s hands and laughing together, giddy smiles spread from ear to ear.

“Th-this… is the best… birthday ever.” Kelly panted.

“Not yet, it’s not.” Jamie grinned, reaching for the phone she’d tucked safely into the loveseat cushions just before her twin had crammed a good ten inches of cock into her from behind. Fishing it free, she brought up a ‘special changes’ tab and reconnected her profile with her twin’s, turning the screen to face Kelly. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Kelly answered, reaching out with one finger so both women could click it together.

The phone quickly skittered safely away from the pair across the soft carpet, and under the loveseat where it couldn’t be harmed in what was to come. Kelly gave her twin’s hand a squeeze, the twins turning to look into each other’s eyes, biting their bottom lips identically as they felt their bodies start to change yet again tonight.

First their sides pulled together, their arms melting into their torsos. Already wide hips seemed even wider as their waists cinched down to their typically tight diameter, leaving their ass to belly button ratio even more ridiculous then it had been before. The space between their legs was crowded with two thick, giant cocks, already growing hard again even after the multiple orgasms the twins had just put the two pieces of tube-steak through, and two very juicy, plump pussies below them, wet and hungry for cock already. Their legs shrunk down to just a standard two, though the thighs and calves were much thicker than they’d been separately.

Above that, both women were nearly babbling at the sensations coursing through them as their already overramped sexdrives knitted together into an even bigger, hungrier one, surpassing anything either woman could have dreamed of. All four of their tits swelled half again bigger, before seeming to rotate as their torsos sunk into each other, leaving them with four massive tits, two above two.

Their shoulders combined, creating an odd double collarbone with a W shape, fitting both women’s neck and heads next to each other, far enough away they could still kiss, but close enough that they could rub cheeks if they wanted to. Feeling a bit more solid, they started to sit up before the final change flooded them, an extra pair of arms, and then two more sets, leaving them with eight arms running down the side of their insane, curvy, conjoined body, the two women crying out and cumming, loudly, as both cocks and both pussies sprayed, squirted and splashed cum everywhere.

“Ha-happy…” Jamie started, before her eyes rolled up into her head.

“Birthday!” Kelly finished, barely hanging on long enough for the word, before the two fell back onto the floor and passed out.

From the back of the loveseat, their cat, a long haired persian with a deep purr when he was happy, simply twitched an ear as he looked down at his conjoined mistresses, the smell of what they’d been up to for… the last three hours filling the room, but not so badly he wanted to leave. He didn’t understand the human need for birthdays, he’d had four since he was a kitten, and had each time tolerated his mistresses putting a little hat on him as they jumped around acting silly and showering him with toys and nip, which he did enjoy, but he didn’t understand how they celebrated their own birthday AT ALL.

There was no figuring humans out, most of the time.

He settled down, resting his chin on his crossed paws and listening to his twin mistresses in their new, odd body let out identical snores, and made a mental note to wait to hop on top of them with all four paws for at least an hour. There was no way he was missing dinner.

“Happy Birthday,” he mewed in his own little cat language, before falling into a rather lovely nap himself.

~Fin

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There were normal worlds, even quirky worlds. But this was a goopy world.

And in a goopy world, curves were the norm.

But for poor goofy goopy goo gal Glinda, who was looking in her mirror and trying to hold back a whimper, trim and slim was what her goo offered.

She’d tried most of the standbys, Glinda’s gooey eyes drifting to the various self help magazines and books she’d purchased over the years.

“Squash yourself down!” suggested one. But she was already short, even for a goo, and to get the kind of curves that let her feel like she fit in was… well, she couldn’t see over most counters at that height.

“Blend with a Friend!” another offered. But somehow Glinda had managed to mostly befriend goopy gals at the other end of the spectrum, so curvy that any extra mass made them fall apart. While being a puddle for a weekend was fun, it wasn’t really conducive for day to day mobility.

“You are what you eat!” Well if that was true, Glinda was sure she was 90 percent jello at this point, and still didn’t have enough jiggle or wiggle to wobble with. Glancing at the mirror this time did force a whimper from her small, flat chest.

“Soak up some sun!” Ok that wasn’t one about getting your goo to be more goopy, but just a general good health advice book to help with the blues her normally red goo had been going through lately.

Deciding a day at the boardwalk by the beech might be fun, she headed to the vacu-tubes, waited her turn, and stepped in, making sure her goo spread to touch all the sides before letting out a warbling ‘White Goo Sands?’ and feeling the suction start, shooting her down the tube and towards the closest beach.

~

It took a bit longer than she’d like to admit, long enough to feel more like a tourist and not the born and raised local she was, for the little australian goo to pull herself together after the splat of being shot out of the vacuum tube, several goos after her having already unsplatted and gooped off under their own power. But in her defense, the day was beautiful, the breeze was light, and the beach looked so inviting she had to remind herself twice about goo sharks to keep from rushing out to it.

That was when she realized her first mistake… no bathing suit, no ‘goo proof’ towel to lay out on the sand to keep from seeping into it.

The second hit her a few minutes later after she ducked into a bathing suit store. Everywhere her goo orbs turned, was a curvaceous goo babe trying on outfits and admiring how their curvy goos looked in bikinis and slingshots. With a sigh, she made her way towards the back of the store… the petite section.

Which for some reason in this store was… up high.

“That makes no burping sense.” Glinda sighed, running a hand through her tendrils. “Either this is meant for kids, so it should be down lower, or it’s meant for skinny goos who are shorter anyway!”

“Tell me about it.” A fellow goo, a blue goo compared to Glinda’s own red, said next to her. Her green apron denoted her as an employee, but Glinda blushed as she noticed her fellow goo was just as short, and just as skinny as her own red goo was. “I can never reach anything on even the middle grouping, let alone the top.”

“And the cute stuff’s always on top.” Glinda agreed, pointing out a cute number that was cut high on the thighs, something she hoped would let her emphasize even her few curves. “How are we meant to reach that? My goo can’t stretch that far.”

“Mine either.” The employee, Glinda took a second to read the name tag, Genise, glanced around the store. “And of course, none of my curvier goos are around to help.”

“Wanna…” Glinda bit her lip, that image of a two headed blended goo on the cover of the magazine suggesting ‘blend with your friends’ came to mind. “Team up and use the extra goo to reach the top shelf?”

Genise blushed, her red good turning a lovely crimson, but the smile never left her face. “Oh! I mean… I’d love to! It’s just so rare to get another goo who wants to…”

“Get gooey with you?” Glinda nodded. “Let me guess-.”

“Always the skinny friend.” They said together, before sharing a laugh.

“Well.” Genise held out an arm, offering her right side to Glinda. “Room for one more.”

Glinda felt her own blush creeping up as she gooped next to the sales girl. Despite the offered arm, both goos knew what to do and started pulling in or merging their extra limbs. Two legs became one, and the two goos leaned their hips together, making their single stalks for legs be balanced against each other. The wide hips were nice, but it was when Glinda and Genise pulled their arms in and started shrinking one side of their torsos down that the fireworks started. What had been not even handfuls, nor even palmfuls on their pert little chests were quickly blossoming into two heavy goo blobs the envy of any goo in the store.

As the two steadied their half and half, side by side, goo to goo forms, or a more singular ‘form’ as they felt themselves stabilize, they were pleasantly surprised at how they had come out. Somehow, they were as ‘skinny’ in the waist as ever, but now had a wonderfully rounded set of hips and plump ass that a few tentative steps told the two goos would wobble with every step like a jello mold. Their thighs and the rest of their two legs were pleasantly plump, a good match for the previously mentioned hips.

Then was the chest. It was a little wider than Glinda was used to, but then it had to be as it was supporting not just her own Goo head, but Genise’s as well. What really drew the eye though were the two massive, gargantuan, how were they not simply pulling off their chest, goo blobs that were the pair’s tits.

“Thaaat….” Genise started, and Glinda realized she was trying to lift a hand on an arm she didn’t have anymore, some of her goo where it met Genise’s feeling a wobble. Thinking better of it, the other woman used the arm on her side to gently touch a breast. “That’s a lot of boob.”

“Big squishy goo boobs.” Glinda agreed, giving a nod.

“And they’re ours!” Genise stage whispered, earning giggles from both of them. “It’s really a rather lot though.”

“Yeah I-.” Before they could say anything else, or even stretch their goo up to get the outfit that Glinda had been eyeing before, a large goo wobbled around a clothing rack and stopped, staring in shock at Glinda and Genise.

“Genise, what the flop?” The woman stared, her green face starting to turn a purple color. “You know we don’t allow blending with customers!”

“Well, yes but… I was trying to reach the top shelf and you were all busy so-.”

“No excuses!” The woman stomped a gooey foot, all of her green goo jiggling. She turned around and started stomping back the way she came. “Come with me, you’re getting written up for this.”

The two goos looked after her for a moment, watching her leave.

“Sh-should we separate?” Glinda offered.

“Flop that.” Genise started to turn their half and half gooey body, Glinda helping as she could, the two untying the apron and tossing it at the checkout desk. “I quit. Let’s get out of here.”

“Oh! I… sure!” Glinda took their second step, enjoying how she and her new goo mate balanced against one another, jerking to a stop a moment later, part of her actually briefly peeling away from Genise before she popped back into place.

“D-did I misread this? I… oh clomp, I always mix things up.”

“No! Let’s stay together.” Glinda reassured her, helping Genise take the next step, the two  quickly finding a rhythm and getting out the door before the green goo boss realized no one was following in her wobbly gooey wake. “You could probably even talk me into mixing it up a bit more.”

Genise blushed, Glinda blushing herself as she felt the warmth spread through both their goos. They paused in front of a store front with a mirror by it and looked at themselves.

“That really is a lot of boob.” Glinda found herself agreeing with Genise’s earlier statement. “Wanna go for a four boob look?”

“Sure I-.” Genise started to turn and found herself pulling apart at the shoulder just like Glinda had earlier. “And I have an idea on how to fix that too!”

Carefully, using both hands, they divided their mega boobs into four more reasonably sized simply ‘large’ boobs. Just as Glinda was about to let them settle, Genise pulled the top most boob from Glinda’s side over to her own, settling it under her own head, and pushing her own gooey red boob to take its place, the red and blue blending into a pretty purple color and blending the two goos that much more, especially in the torso area.

“Wh-wow that feels… mmmm.” Glinda blushed at the feeling of actually mixing goo with someone, something she hadn’t tried even with her closest goofriends. “But why the booby swap?”

“Well… I thought since neither of us have been this curvy before, it might be fun to…” Genise trailed off, but lifted Glinda’s red boob up and quickly gave the nipple a suck, a thrill shooting through Glinda, and thanks to where their goos had mixed, Genise as well.

“Oh FLOP that feels good!” Glinda bit her lip, looked at the beach one last time, then to Genise. “Please tell me your place is close. If we have to wait till we get to mine, we’ll be a fully mixed purple goo before we even get home.”

“Sounds like fun.” Genise grinned, before suddenly offering a stretchy arm to her new goomate. “I’m Genise.”

Realizing she was finally getting a proper introduction to someone she was about to get really swirled with, Glinda blushed and quickly offered her own hand, the duo pushing their goo into each a little, as was the custom when meeting a new goofriend. “Glinda. Pleased to meet you.”

“Glinda and Genise. That’s really a lot of G’s.”

“Too many Gs if you ask me.” Glinda looked pointedly at their four breasts, each in a G-cup range, even in a gooey world. “Let’s Drop them for now. How about… Linda?”

“I guess that makes me Denise! Linda and Denise, I just know we’re going to get into some real goop together.”

“I can’t wait.” Linda kissed Denise on the cheek, thrilling at the life she could suddenly see gooping up in front of her… in front of them.

~

It was a short trip, and by the end of it had a bit more purple goo then expected.

One point that stuck out to Glinda, LINDA she reminded herself, was when they’d gotten to a little town square where several goos were milling about. Previously, the little red goo had avoided such areas, as getting squished or even accidentally absorbed was a real concern when you were just a skinny little goo gal. But now, she felt taller, bigger, and having Denise by her side helped too.

It was like a dream come true, getting to just walk through a crowd like this, flowing through it like water. Googals like them, in constant motion, sometimes colliding while walking different paths, and while the speed was slowed, they’d still pass through, intent on their own direction. Linda even watched in a bit of blushing want as two goos pushed through one another and accidentally swapped clothes. The two looked down, to each other, had a laugh and kept going, happy with the swap.

More was going on than just that. Two younger goo gals, their busts bouncy and primed, were in a corner of the area, twisting tendrils around each other while cooing to one another. Denise whispered in the red goo ear of Linda, asking if it gave her any ideas. Linda blushed, turning that bit redder, but kept watching as covertly as she could as the two goos kept flirting with the idea of getting even closer, until a third goo gave a loud exasperated sigh and wrapped around her two friends, squeezing them tight. All three goos starting moaning at the sudden pressure, the two tendril twisty goo gals moaning as they were squeezed, blended and twisted together, the third goo girl wrapping more and more coils of herself around the first two until it was impossible to tell where the first girl ended and the other began, until with a loud shriek, they erupted out of the top, a blend in color of both goos, with bits of their third friend mixed in here and there.

Denise and Linda excused themselves past the small crowd the trio had gathered, sliding through a few fellow goos, enjoying the feelings of heat that the show had generated in all the goo gals present.

And Linda had to agree, that little show did inspire a few ideas.

Breaking from the goo crowd that was getting a bit puddle-like, Denise and Linda paused to take  themselves in. Somewhere, Denise had acquired a baseball cap, her goo hair tendrils now pushed out the back in a lovely waterfall of blue ponytail. Further, they were now well encased in a tight pink latex number, holding their goo that much tighter together, and show casing their four breasts in the V-neck of the zipper that refused to go any higher with that much topheavy goo in the way.

Linda bit her lip hoping who-goo-ever they’d gotten the outfit from didn’t mind, because she thought they looked smashing in it, and the two kept their pace up to Denise’s apartment.

Arriving shortly, the two were panting as they closed the door behind them. Not from exertion, Linda found their combined body a lot easier to move around then her old one, possibly the longer legs, possibly having a second goo to help her move it, she wasn’t sure. No, the panting was from a deep, hot, gooey need for their goomate.

They looked at each other and shared a kiss, Denise squeezing the side of a red boob as Linda started unzipping their bubblegum pink latex outfit, the duo flowing out of it. As predicted, being packed in it had mixed them a little more, more purple showing up in their semi-transparent body than before, but they were still more separate than the duo who’d erupted in the town square.

Denise set to fixing that right away. She pulled away slightly from Linda, the two women moaning as their two halves started to separate, stretching cartoonishly, their quad mis-matched boobs stretching between them before, with a loud pop, the two goos came back together, the band where they met becoming a lovely purple, especially where their pussies blended into a single, dripping purple pussy, the two women practically gushing at the meeting of the doubled sex drives, already cranked higher than either woman thought they could go, and now mixed and stacked together.

“Oh please, Denise, I’m so horny!” Linda begged for more from her goomate, panting in need. “WE’RE so horny!”

“And only one poor pussy to satisfy us both.” Denise teased, started to reach for their pussy before their four boobs got in the way. She got a sudden look on her face and grinned, twisting their four boobs even tighter, rotating them around so she once more had one of her own boobs under her chin, and Linda had one of her own red ones under her own, but not the two from before.

Linda got in on it then, helping twist their tight round boobies together further, pushing more of her goo into not just her boobs, but when Denise’s were on her red side, into them as well. As the googals shrunk, their four boobs turned more and more purple, and grew larger, wobblier, and tighter with each twist. With a final push, the two goo gals cried out and felt themselves sucked into their own and each other’s purple tits, blending and mixing fully by their own boobs, before the large, straining nipples atop their tits started spraying goo all over the room, erupting like a mountain range of volcanoes and spreading the two goo gals all over the room.

It took a long while to recover from that, goo from all around the room pooling together in the center of the room, and by the time the two goo mates sat up, the sun was already setting.

They stretched both arms before flowing into an upright position and reforming their legs, taking in their ‘new default’ look. Like before, it was an otherwise normal googal body, sporting four large breasts, and only by paying attention to the nipples, their tone and size, could Linda tell that Denise once more had one of Linda’s own directly under Denise’s head, and one of Denise’s situated right under her own for easy access, with the opposite true in the row below that, the who’s was what’s was completely pointless, the two had fully mixed into a purple goo now.

The only difference was their hair. Linda’s goo tendrils maintained her old red hue, but had been pulled back into the ponytail Denise once had when she’d been wearing the ball cap earlier. Denise herself still sported her own blue hair, now with twin tails from either side, swept back over their shoulders. 

“Well we went and got ourselves pretty mixed for a first date.” Denise said with a little laugh, despite her words not seeming the least bit concerned about it.

“Don’t think we could separate ourselves now if we wanted too.” Linda agreed, giving a half hearted attempt to pull ‘her’ goo away from her bodymate, only stretching their two heads apart from each other, no change in coloration from their goo.

“Oooh, that felt good.” Denise purred, their goo vibrating with it. She started pulling in the opposite direction, the two women stretching their goo away from each other, until they were touching opposing walls in the apartment, their body stretched thin and vibrating with need and want to snap back… which it did the moment Linda and Denise relaxed for a moment, the two goos crying out in orgasm as they squashed together together, their faces coming together in a kiss.

“What a goo day.” Linda sighed. 

“Best I’ve ever had.” Denise agreed. “Can’t wait to see how we top it tomorrow.”

Together, the pair of blended goos laughed. It was good to be a goo.

~Fin

Crimson and Clover

By Candlestick’s Dilemma

For PatchBarnes

“You’re kidding, right?” Jennifer Walters, the Sensational She-Hulk and Lawyer-at-Law, pushed back her mane of messy hair, a thick strand falling right back in her face, earning it a defiant blow. A few more failures like that, and the Green Bean herself was going to put in an appearance.

“Look, I’ve seen them fight Thor, Captain America and Iron Man at the same time and hold their own. I know that having them train us is a bit… Unorthodox.” Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, checked her gun a third time to be sure it was empty before putting it in its holster and locking it in the armory, leaving her as so rarely happens unarmed. “But they’ve been making great strides lately, and after the last mission with you and I…”

Jennifer gave a shiver. “Look, I said I was sorry.”

“No no, it’s fine.” Natasha started stretching her muscles, her skintight outfit creaking as she got effortlessly in positions that few could. “I dodged the dump truck.”

“Not what was coming out of it.” Jennifer pouted. “Drinks are on me tonight, really. But seriously, asking… HIM of all people to help us train?”

“ARE MY EARS BURNING?!” A booming, smooth as velvet voice belted out as the double steel doors boomed open, smacking the wall on either side of the door frame. Despite their quick movements, and the number of super muscled team members including Jen herself, this particular person, dressed all in emerald green, made no motion as if they themself had been the one to push the doors open. “If so, then fear not, for the Heroic Loki is here!”

Jennifer gave a meaningful glance at Natasha, who in turn gave her a placating hand wave.

“L- Loki. How good to see you. I was just explaining to Jenni- I mean, She-Hulk how you’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“Oh, of course, Natasha!” The Norse god leaned forward, giving a wide grin to both women. “Why, in fact, I can even lift Thor’s hammer now.”

As if to prove it, they swung their hand into view, holding a familiar looking hammer. Jen’s quick eyes caught the inscription on it and started reading it aloud. “Whomsoever lifts this hammer, be they smexy enough, shall be-.”

“Ahem.” With a swish of Loki’s hand, the hammer vanished. “I didn’t say THAT was Thor’s hammer, merely that I could lift it. Now, I believe there was a request on the board about helping you two with some teamwork?”

“Y-yes.” Natasha, already doubting her plan, rolled her eyes at Loki’s over the top nature. “She-Hulk and I are looking to be better coordinated on the battlefield and were hoping you could-.”

“Ah, say no more. Sweet Að unna.”

“What?” Jennifer dead panned.

“Oh nothing, nothing… Though the Spiderling does ship you two.” Loki tapped a finger to their chin, muttering that last comment under their breath. “In fact, that reminds me of a fanfic I was reading about just this kind of scenario. It was quite a lovely idea involving the two of you twisting and dodging thousands of traps, finding your centers and how the two of you balance with each other.”

“Yes! That!” Natasha pointed at Loki. “We’re looking for just that.”

“Ah but that’s the boring, mortal way of dealing with things. You didn’t ask for another human, not that we have many on this team, you asked for Loki, God of … Well, webs and looking after children, but no one ever talks about that. I’m also really good at eating contests but they don’t give out godly titles for that.”

“Loki…” Jen growled, her skin starting to turn green.

“Oh, getting into uniform already, are we? I can help with that.” Loki snapped their fingers, Jennifer Walters finding her body suddenly popping into her She-Hulk persona, even her workout outfit, spandex, replaced by her hero costume. “See? Assisting you two in training already.”

“I’m starting to get why my cousin likes to Smash him.”

Loki had the nerve to look hurt, a little pouty lip and large puppy eyes dominating their face before their laugh broke the illusion. “Okay okay, the training. The kind only a god can provide. Hmmm… and I am trying to push on people knowing I’m the god of entanglements… which is a form of teamwork, right? Right. So let’s try…. Oh… Oh no, this won’t work at all.”

“What won’t work?” Natasha, so rarely flummoxed by anyone or anything, found her head spinning a bit at keeping up with Loki. They had been spending a lot of time around Peter lately, and the Spider’s habit of talking fast about things few people could follow seemed to have rubbed off on the Norse God.

“Well, I think a big component of teamwork is knowing how the other will react, and right now, the two of you are far too disproportionate.” Loki gestured to Natasha’s well muscled, within the bounds of what a human could achieve, and proportioned body; to She-Hulk’s muscles and height that a green tinted Greek god might be jealous of. “First off is to even you two out a bit.”

“I don’t want to get any weaker.” She-Hulk put two hands up, Loki offering a shrug.

“Wasn’t planning on it, besides how could being weaker make you a better hero? No, I was thinking of offering Natasha a temporary power up.”

“I don’t think I-.” Natasha started before Loki cut her off with a finger snap. With a swirl of golden and emerald dust, Natasha shot up in height to match She-Hulk’s over six and half feet tall. She had a chance to blink for with a flush, each of her limbs and core bloomed in powerful feminine muscle, leaving the world class assassin with a body on par with her teammate, and a bustline that left each of her breasts larger than her head, her outfit struggling to contain them, even though it had somehow sized up to match the rest of her body’s new dimensions. “Oh… wow.”

“Now, that will balance the two of you out, temporarily, but it doesn’t really help with the team-work part.” Loki started, stroking a long finger down their chin. “How about this?”

With another snap, the two women found themselves tugging towards each other, as if an invisible force had grabbed the front of She-Hulk’s leotard and hooked a finger into Black Widow’s plunging neckline and yanked them towards each other. In a sudden flash of light, the two women came together, face to face, breasts symmetrically docked together and even their hips knocking together before the light blinded them both.

Standing in the place of their meeting was a close to 9 foot tall woman, her exposed skin, of which there was a rather large amount, was swirl’s of delicious looking cream colored and inviting, somehow healthy looking green, giving the overall effect of an opal. The normal amount of limbs were beefed beyond even She-Hulk’s usual strength level, leaving not inches, but feet of feminine muscle on display, which the woman possessing promptly posed and examined as she audited herself.

Powerful calves and feet? Check. Thighs that could break concrete blocks? Double check. An ass that’ll keep everyone’s eyes glued, especially since it’s at most of their eyelines, check. A trim waist with exposed feminine abs that you could grate cheese on? Check. A pair of breasts that could shade a small village, firm and round, one pale, one green? Check. Two powerfully built arms that simultaneously wanted to flex and also to squeeze those new boobs? Big Check. Two heads that…

Wait, two heads?

Jennifer turned her head to look at Natasha, noting the other woman’s head looked more or less normal, perhaps a little more muscular, her red hair blending into black curls. A hand reached up, it was hard for Jen to tell if it was a decision she was making, or Nat, as it reached up and pulled a curl of Jen’s own raven black hair in front of her face, finding it had red streaks in it, different from how Natasha’s just ended in her own black, but still telling in how the two women had become one.

“There, that should do it.” Loki clapped their hands together, drawing both women’s attention to the small, now much smaller seeming, Norse god. “Now, as I said, this is a temporary power up. More of a curse, really. The two of you are stuck powered up, and together, until, say… you achieve something that only two women working in perfect concert can achieve. And with that-.”

Loki snapped their gloved fingers and vanished in a swirl of green, an echo of, “Time to teach the Spiderling how to drive. I’m sure Mr. Stark won’t mind us borrowing the porsche…”

The two women blinked again, before once again looking across their shared shoulders to each other’s head.

“So…” Natasha felt their right hand brush a spec of nonexistent dust from the top of their left breast. She’d been busty beforehand, but was having trouble wrapping her mind around how she was going to keep track of their lower half with these two beach balls. “To get the awkward part out of the way first, are you always this horny, or was it something Loki did?”

“Oh thank god you asked that.” Jennifer blew out in a puff of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. Their shared body took a few steps before sitting down on a stack of wrestling mats that had been stacked as high as a mini-van. She grinned, enjoying how their body seemed to work on a ‘what they wanted’ rather than the twitching mess she was sure it was going to turn into when she realized what Loki had done. “Bit of column A and bit of column B on that, I think. Being She-Hulk, feeling all that feminie power? Huge turn on. We’re even bigger and stronger together, so I’m sure that’s part of it, but I’m betting having our sex drives combined by our little norse teammate is what’s really giving us… new heights to reach for.”

“Oh. Good.” Natsha said nonchalantly as their legs absently crossed, a move she’d done many times in a separate body from her teammate, but both their hands lacing out sit, one atop the other on their knee? She’d only ever seen Jen do that before, and marveled again at how well the two had mixed together. “Then you won’t mind my next question.”

“Should we work out first, or blow off some steam first?” Jen grinned, anticipating it.

“Got it in one.” Natasha grinned back. “Normally, I’d say ‘race you to the bedroom’ but-.”

Giggling, the two felt their shared body leap up and the two belted out of the workout room at top speed.

~

Loki and Peter stared at the wreck of what had once been a precision machine, Loki trying to keep the grin off their face at the wanton destruction not just the car, but the half mile of chaos behind it offered to the eyes.

“Do you think Mr. Stark will mind?” Peter asked, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I can probably fix the car, maybe even upgrade it, but the rest…”

“Oh, don’t bother, Spiderling.” Loki patted the young man on the head. “Though in retrospect, perhaps you should have asked someone who’s from this planet before to help you with operating one of its vehicles, like Mr. Rogers.”

“Oh Steve?” Peter said absently, picking up part of a side view mirror, before webbing it to close to the appropriate spot on the car. “That didn’t work out well.”

“Yeah.” Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, fearless assassin that even the Widow organization held in a certain amount of awe, looked up at the sky, still trying to control his heart rate after having agreed to ride in the back seat. “Steve was too short to reach the pedals before the war, and after he got the super soldier serum, no one WOULD let him drive, chauffeuring him everywhere, and then he got frozen in ice so… he has less road experience than even Parker.”

“We did make it a whole block.” Peter sheepishly tried to justify the attempt.

“Yes well…” Loki started before a pair of fair depowered women, panting, sweaty and disheveled came dashing out of the Avengers building, spotting the God in Green, and sprinting over to them.

“Loki, curse us again.” Natasha said, grabbing Loki by the lapels. “Now. Just like last time.”

“I-.” Loki blinked, looking past Natasha to Jennifer Walters. “Ladies? I didn’t expect to see you separate for quite a while, let alone figure out the little loophole in the curse.”

“Maybe tweak that bit too.” Jennifer’s lawyer senses kicking in. “‘Something that only two women working in perfect concert can achieve together’ three times? Maybe four? Once was NOT enough.”

“F-four?” Loki blinked, looking back to Natasha, putting together what had happened.

“NOW!” Natsha gave the skinny god a shake, the green and gold boots a good foot off the ground.

Loki’s fingers issued a loud snap, and both women vanished in sparkles, Loki visible only after it had cleared, dusting off the long black jacket that had been conjured up.

“What was that about?” Peter asked, glancing between Bucky, who had put his palm over his face and was slowly shaking his head, and Loki. Loki shook their raven hair, running fingers through it a moment later.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, Spiderling. When you’re much… much older.”

~Fin.

By Candlestick’s Dilemma

Based on the works of Phishnets

Author’s notes: Welcome to one of the rare things I do, letting the audience pick the changes. This is a story where a young woman (buff!) will try on different outfits, each causing a change or shift. The changes will usually/mostly reset at the end of each chapter, unless there’s a particular push to keep a change.

Contains: Multi arm, buff goth babe.

Story:

A brunette woman adjusted the camera and shot a cute, nervous grin at the imagined audience. “Are we good? Well, if not, I’ll just shoot this intro a third time.”

She moved back from the camera and it was clear she was an extremely fit, buff, and still a bit busty woman, who despite looking like she worked out and ran every day, was still as pale as moonlight with hair as dark as midnight. The various piercings and even a few tattoos emphasizing her goth looks and smokey dark eyes.

“Hey team, it’s me. As most of you know, since the video went viral and all, a few months back I tried on the ‘make me buff’ armbands, and ya’ll…” She paused here, blushing a bit when her west virginian accent came out too strong. “Y'all liked me buff so much, and I gotta be honest, I did too, so I went out and ACTUALLY got buff. Turning myself into…”

She struck a pose for the camera, showing off her strong biceps, triceps, and all around appearance in her small, tight one piece meant to emphasize the muscular form she’d spent so much time in the gym on.

“Your mega muscle mommy, AmberTheSheHulk!” She pointed her toes, making her legs, abs, and arms all flex at the same time, the strain her suit was under creaking as she grinned at the camera. “And having finally hit my goal of actually being buffer than those armbands made me look, I think it’s time I try on a few more outfits that change your appearance and see if any of them stick the way the buff armbands did, eh?”

Relaxing, she pulled over a box emblazoned with a fish possibly swimming through an oblong sun, or perhaps it was meant to be something else, but stylized as it was, it was hard to tell. “Which brings me to the sponsor for all this, Phish! They do more than just pantyhose, and when they reached out to me just as I was thinking about trying out some new outfits and workout clothes, they couldn’t send me this box fast enough.”

Reaching in, Amber pulled out the first thing her hand hit, a hanger with just a bikini top that looked like it might JUST handle her bust. “Hmm… do you guys think my boobs and pecs might be too much for this? We might just have to give it a test. B R B!”

The camera went dark for a second before snapping back, showing an obvious edit. This time the room is empty, before Amber pokes her head in.

“Sooooo…. ‘Phish’s Four-Armed is Forwarned’ bikini top didn’t come with a bottom. I shot Phish a DM, and their representative said it’s black, and meant to go with anything, and… I think I’m going to not just agree, but say that most of you won’t even be able to tell me what kind of bikini bottom I’m wearing anyway.”

Stepping fully in front of the camera, Amber flexed all four limbs… all four UPPER limbs. She now sported four arms, two behind two sharing her single set of shoulders. She flexed three of them up, showing off that she still had the same muscle mass as before, her fourth arm going to the hip as she fixed the camera with her trademark smirk before bursting into laughter. “I guess this means I can lift more? Ha! Just kidding, my little hulk-ettes. It’s core strength that helps you lift. But these four arms are pretty handy.”

She paused for a second before snorting again with laughter, her septum piercing giving a little bounce.

“Ok ok, a bit more posing for some promo shots, then for those of you who subscribe to my premium content, you better head over to see just what I can do with four arms!”

True to her word, she struck several poses, her 4k Camera providing plenty of clarity for what would be freezeframes later on her insta and twit feeds. After that the camera once again went black.

Coming back into focus, the room had changed and Amber was now sitting on the edge of her bed, blushing at the camera, two arms stroking her thighs, drawing attention to the fact that her previously mentioned, and forgotten, bikini bottoms were now missing.

“Hey there Hulk-ettes.” Her normally deep voice had dropped even further into ‘mommy tones’ as her fans often called it. “Mmm. As you can see… Oooh… in addition to giving me four arms, ‘Phish’s Four-Armed is Forewarned’ bikini top, it also gave me… soooo many ideas of what I could do with four arms.”

Her back left hand slid up her crunched abs, sliding under her bikini top to palm her left breast, her nipples large and prominent through the material, and she eagerly caught one between the knuckles of her index and middle finger, the light tug making her groan and her well displayed pussy glisten.

“O-of course you can use it for working out, and…” Her forward most right hand went from her mouth where she’d been trying not to suck on her own fingers. She palmed her tit and joined her back left hand in playing with her tits. Her back right hand instead went down her body, finding her hungry pussy and started to tease the engorged pair of vaignal lips. “AH! I’m sure I’ll burn some calories during this, but I gotta say, this is like being both lovers during a heavy petting session. Ooooh!”

Losing her words, she slid a finger from her left front-most hand to give her pussy a stir before popping it free and into her own mouth. Sucking her fingers clean, she bit down on a knuckle as she folded the rest of her hand into a fist as her other three hands started really working her body over.

The next five minutes of the video were Amber massaging and playing with her body, using all four arms to drive herself to several very noisy orgasms. At one point she snagged a dildo that looked like it would be more at home on a dragon’s pelvis than a human, and spent several minutes just working the massive faux dragon-D in and out of her pussy while her two free hands worked her tits, bringing a final, loud scream of an orgasm and leaving the four armed babe with muscles and curves on par with a certain Female Marvel character in green, panting on the bed.

“S-so that’s… ah… AmberTheSheHulk’s test of ‘Phish’s Four-Armed is Forewarned’ bikini top,” It was a bit muffled as she was on her back, but her words were still clear. Even so, subtitles popped up displaying what she was saying just in case. “And I’ve gotta give it…”

All four arms suddenly popped up into the air, her muscles high and tight still from the vigorous workout she’d just given herself.

“Four thumbs up! That’s AmberTheSheHulk signing off for now! Tune in next… ahhh… week when I’ll be trying on something else from Phish’s Haul! You won’t want to miss it!”

~Fin!

Story:

It had been a long time since Mira had found her way into a sex shop, but when you were in love with a woman like Judy, you tended to just go along for the ride. The small, buxom woman had given one doubtful look up at the sign, showing what looked like a ‘not trademarked’ figure that looked like Elvira and Morticia Adams had conjoined together with four breasts and their noticeable plunging neckline much more daring than even Elvira would have famously worn.

Of course, the whole thing had been done in Neon over faded paint.

The name looked like it had once been ‘Dueling Darkness’ but had been painted over in a bright pink ‘Ladies Pink Delight’ with no doubt left in Mira’s mind what the place sold.

Judy had been… noticeably less suspect. The short half-thai raven haired buxom babe was all but vibrating in place. Her round face was split in a huge grin as she looked up at the sign then over to her blonde lover. “Come onnnn. Let’s just go in.”

“Judy, this place looks sus as hell.” Mira gestured at the sign again. “Pink? You know that’s slang for-”

“Oh get over yourself.” Judy rolled her eyes. “Like you’d be against any of the stuff that is rumored around ‘pink’ stuff.”

“Well, yeah…” Mira blushed just a bit as they stepped into the store. “I’m just saying we should be…” Mira trailed off as the bouncy brunette vanished, giggling, down an aisle with various chains and clamps. With a sign and ruefully shaking of her head, Mira started to walk down one aisle with various double ended dildos and vibrators built for two, guaranteed to ‘double your fun’ and ‘les-bi-friends’ specials on a few pieces that caught her attention here and there.

She had just found one that was almost an X, with two ends on each of the double ends and made her blush at the possibilities of how she and Judy could use it, when a cat call from the end of the aisle had drawn her attention to her curvy lover.

“Oooh! Hey ya fuckin’ slut, look at this!”

Mira tried not to roll her eyes too hard at how she’d been summoned, but smiled and loved over at her bestie, lover, and oft fuck buddy to notice the pair of golden nipple chains.

Miranda felt her eyes pop open wide, blushing down to the tops of her breasts, and deep into a foot of cleavage beautifully displayed in the scoop neck top Judy had bought her, she hissed through her teeth. “Judy! Do you want everyone to know our nips are pierced?”

Judy tilted her head to the side and looked down at her own top. It was the opposite to Mira’s in that it utterly covered her cleavage up to the bottom of her jaw, but far too much ‘underboob’ showing for common decency, which was just how Judy liked it. She was busty enough that from her own point of view she couldn’t see her own nipples from this angle, but she knew her clearly pierced nipples were all but fully on display along with the dumbells she had through them. “Uh, duh?”

Mira bit her lip, following Judy’s eyeline, and knowing her own nips were hardening and becoming even more noticeable with their matching dumbbells. “Ok, ok. Get them.”

“I knew you’d love them.” Judy grinned and opened her arms wide, making grabby hands in the air that Miranda laughed and quickly jumped into a hug, their breasts squishing against one another, and a soft clink denoting that through the flimsy material of their shirts they could actually make their metal pierced nipples bang together. Shame wasn’t a word in Judy’s lexicon book, but Mira had the good sense to blush again.

Making their way to the checkout girl, or girls in this case, they were pleasantly surprised to see a bimbo/nerd pair. The look had come into fashion recently, either of a stressed woman splitting her consciousness between two heads, one with a brain cranked more to the ditzy side who’d take care of the more carnal needs, and one that was tuned a bit tighter with better focus to handle the heavy lifting when it came to thinking.

However, a glance at these two let Mira and Judy know they fell into a separate, more recent category. As so often happened in love, opposites had attracted, and an outgoing, horny, blonde had found herself sharing a heart with a nerdy, bookish, sensitive introvert. A bit of love, a bit of magic, a bit of sex… and what stood behind the counter was a beautiful, busty young woman with two heads, one with brown hair and glasses and shining brown eyes with one being a slightly different color, one blonde head with a dazzling smile and bright blue eyes and a slight chipmunk to her smile thanks to an overbite that only added to her indearment.

“Hey you two sexies.” The blonde head chirped.

“Ahem.” The brunette gave a cute blush that was all in her pale cheeks.

“Aren’t you two adorable!” Judy grinned up at the pair. The cashier was a good foot taller than either of the short women, and Mira would have bet they also were wearing a nice tall pair of heels.

“And you’re two cups of yum yourself, Tits McGee.” The blonde flirted right back, earning a wide eyed look from her bodymate, and a laugh from Judy. The cashier held out their right hand and gave Mira a big smile from each head. “Now let’s see what you two are getting up to tonight.”

Mira felt her cheeks burning as she handed over the sets of nipple chains, even more so when the brunette blushed right back at seeing them.

“Oh my!” Said the brunette, blushing and ringing them through quickly before the blonde got a good look. “En-enjoy your night!”

As Judy swiped her phone across the payment pad, Mira snatched up the bag and dashed out the door, with a squeaked thank you trailing behind her for the cashier. Judy shook her head and blew a parting kiss to the cashier herself, the pair of heads giving her a little wave.

An hour later, Mira and Judy were home and doing how they typically spent their evenings, which was making out while something stupid on Netflix played, when Judy suddenly lept off her lover, surprising and bringing a whimper to Mira who’d been rather enjoying the way Judy had slipped her hand under her shirt and had been feeling the busty blonde up. Judy gave a lascivious wink before reaching into the bag from earlier and pulling out the pair of nipple chains. “Wanna do something kinky?”

“Always!” Mira felt herself grinning and whipping her own top off as Judy matched her in the nudity department.

Quickly both women were standing and facing each other, fully stripped, save Judy’s cute striped socks, orange and black. Mira couldn’t help but reach out and rub her palm against Judy’s clit. The dark haired, tanned woman gave a purr just before she did the same to Mira, adding a few fingers into Mira’s wet pussy, eliciting a moan from the blonde before pulling away, making a big show of licking her fingers clean.

“Ready for the next part?” Judy purred out as she finished the last digit.

“So ready,” Mira bit her lip as Judy removed Mira’s dumbbells, replacing them with the golden rings, two chains hanging loose to her navel and bringing a perplexed looked to her face. “Um, I think you messed up.”

“No way, babe.” Judy smirked as she removed her own dumbbells. With a few quick movements, and more than a small quizzical look from Mira, she quickly linked their tits together via the chains from Mira’s soft, pink nips to Judy’s hard, brown nips.

Before Mira could ask why, Judy leaned back slightly, snapping both chains tight and giving a gentle tug to both women’s nipples, a quick intake of breath and scream through the nose respectively showing the mini-orgasm the move gave both women via their sensitive nips.

Mira bit her lip and shot a glare at the impish Judy, before giving a sudden shake to her own shoulders, once again giving a golden tinkle of the nipple chains being pulled tight and Judy giving a surprised shriek of orgasm that Mira matched with her own low moan.

“Now take these things off us because I’m going to 69 you so hard we implode.” Mira demanded, shooting her impish lover with the most smoldering look she could.

Judy fumbled with Mira’s nipple rings before moving to her own and suddenly shooting Mira a shocked look. “Uh, I can’t find the gap spot.”

“What?” Mira yanked away from Judy, causing both of them to cry out as their nipples stretched tight and another orgasm spread through them, making the chain shake, then again she yanked the other direction, both women yelling and another tinkling of golden bells as they came for the fourth time.

“St-stop!” Judy cried out, trying to push away from Mira, their breasts and nipples stretching further than she’d thought possible as another golden tinkling was heard.

“What’s going on? Why are we cumming so fast and so-UGH- hard!?” Mira demanded as she yanked back, her breasts and nipples stretching an irrational distance.

“It’s the- AAH- chain!” Judy moaned reached out to twang the chain linking her own left nipple and her lover’s right nipple, driving another orgasm through them. “It’s magical or something, it keeps getting UGH! SHORTER!”

“Every time we- guh! - cum!” Mira added. “M-maybe if we shrink the chain all the way down, we’ll-AHH!- get free when the chain vanishes!”

The sound of tinkling bells was coming faster and faster now. The two women kept going, each orgasm seeming better than the last, raising them higher and higher in the waves of orgasms, the chains growing shorter and shorter, their nipples pulled closer, tighter, and more sensitive with each tinkle of bells.

The two women couldn’t resist pulling their nipples tight again and again, until a single, unbreaking ring connected each of their nipples, one ring for Judy’s left and Mira’s right nipples, and one ring for Judy’s right and Mira’s left nipples.

Judy bit her bottom lip and looked at her blonde lover. “O-one more to go, babe. Still think this is the best idea?”

“You’ve got a better one?” Mira gasped as their nipples were stretched to the limit.

Before Judy could answer, her body trembled as an orgasm pulled from deep inside her and with a final tinkling of bells, she felt Mira’s burn through her just as hard as the two women stretched away from each other, faces pinched in orgasm, and nipples stretched as far as they could and the two golden rings vanished.

“Woo!”

“Wow.” Mira agreed, reaching up to cup their heavy tits, still nipple to nipple as they came down from one of the best orgasmic highs she’d ever shared with her brunette lover. “I could be talked into doing that again.”

“I don’t think that’ll be hard.” Judy blinked hard, reaching out and pinching her own nipple, Mira squeaking as well. “Our nips are fused now!”

“WHAT?” Mira felt their connection, their sweaty breasts seeming to flow to their mismatched nips meeting at a single point on each other’s breasts, their nipples fusing together at the very tip. Leaning back, she hooked a finger one of the fused nipples and TWANGED it like it was a string and she was trying to hit a note.

If that had been her goal, she would have succeeded far beyond her expectations as both women suddenly squeaked in surprise.

They tried to jump away from each other and the hyper sensitive nipples they shared thanks to the nip fusion, but that simply resulted in being pulled tight once more and driving both women to their knees as they both came again, their nipples twice as sensitive now that they had fused together.

“Th-that was…” Judy panted. “Almost too much.”

“Think we should… uh….” Mira got her breath under control. “Think this out?”

Judy gave a grin that was matched only by Mira’s smirk back as the two quickly leaned away from each other again. The result was instant and mind breaking, as the two women had a knee knocking orgasm, their nipples pulled tight and stretching farther than they were sure they should have been able to normally.

This began snap after snap, the loud pop as first one woman, then the other pulled away from the other, yanking their nipples tight. Each punishing pull, each hard yank, each defiant grin and wide eyed look brought one orgasm after the other, driving the two women wild until they fell to the side, spent and trembling, laughing into each other’s faces as they gave their overtaxed fused nipples a rest, their hands idling roaming their large breasts.

“Phew… uh… ready for round two?” Judy joked, wiggling her nose at Mira who gave a throaty laugh and wiggled her own ears back as Judy kissed her nose.

“Pretty sure that was round two. So how about round three…” Mira paused and sniffed the room. “Umm… maybe after a shower.”

“Sounds good to me, lover.” Mira tilted her head to the side and gave her brunette lover a lopsided smile. “I love getting you wet.”

“You too, my titty twisted lover.” Judy laughed, each chuckle bringing a tight pull to each of their heavy breasts. “Let’s get all slick!”

~Fin

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Story:

Dixie gave a little wave to the small screen of her CommComm, even knowing that her girlfriend, Mira, couldn’t see it. The ‘I love you! Hope you enjoy your Valentine’s Day gift!’ smiling back at her.

Dixie sighed and flopped over on her side, feeling her heart swell at the spiderman sheets, then fall a bit. She’d been so happy when she got the mattress and bed, and had felt a bit sad when she thought about the long nights she’d spend in it, alone.

Even in a post scarcity society like the one she’d found herself in, life hadn’t been the utopia she’d hoped for or the media had promised. Instead, a humanity that could spread out across the world quickly had... and found itself rather lonely. Each person had become somewhat trapped in a whole new shell of their own making. If you could teleport everywhere, why go anywhere?

Except the introverts. It wasn’t much different for them.

But right now, Dixie was feeling pretty lonely. She’d thought about grabbing a bod mod and becoming a bit more feminine, but this late before a holiday, most of the best mod artists that were in her budget were already offline for the night. Something she felt like agreeing to.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes, and initiated sleep mode.

~

With a yawn and a bit of a stretch, Dixie came around. ‘A good night’s sleep’ might have been the best mod yet. With a flick of her mind and the right command, she could sleep exactly as much as her body needed, and not a moment more, and wake up at a moment’s notice if something went on in her little apartment if anything went wrong inside it and not feel the fatigue till later. 

It was the giggle that let her know that perhaps the sleep mode had not succeeded quite as well as she had thought it would.

“Hey, babe.” Mira’s higher pitched squeaky voice piped up right next to her ear. “What’s new, Pikachu?”

“Oh, I don’t know, what about...” Whatever Dixie was going to say, she lost as she sat up and felt the heavy... massive weight of two very large breasts. “Wh-what? They’re so big!”

“As big as...” Mira’s voice whispered, still the same distance from her ear. “Hitomi-chan’s?”

“At least as big.” Dixie found herself giggling.

“Good, because I was thinking we should invite her over, later. After all.”

Dixie felt the gasp escaping her lips, both at the present Mira was offering, a date night with her internet crush...

And at realizing... Mira was conjoined with her! This curvaceous body was both of theirs added together!

“Happy Valentine’s day, babe.” Mira kissed her cheek, and Dixie blushed, before turning and giving her heartmate a full kiss on the lips.

“Happy Heartmate Day!” Dixie enthused, kissing her girlfriend back.