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Something was wet. It felt good.

Mike’s eyes and brain open at about the same speed, and today was no different. The little shopkeeper in his head was doing some dusting, stocking the shelves, and rolling up the shutters for another day. The door was unlocked, the brain came online, and the customers, or sensations, came trickling in.

The first thing was light. The blinds hadn’t been closed and the early morning sun was pale. It gave the white walls a slight blue tint, reflecting the bed covers back at him. The second thing was sound. A languid popping sound. Rhythmic, but not too loud. It was accompanied by slight moans and short gasps, in and out. The third was touch, and that’s where those little customers to his brain starting packing into the shop.

Mike’s muscles launched into action, twitching as the electric sensations careened into his head like a train derailing into a house. The tongue, the wet, the warm, the lips, the throat, the moans, all coating his sensitive member. Sure, it was slow, sure, it wasn’t much movement, but Mike had spent yesterday getting his dick rubbed raw, and he was still new to this. Far from being relaxing, the delicate motion was just enough to bring him right to the edge of overload, while a more aggressive motion might’ve been desensitising. Just enough to be too much.

He groaned through gritted teeth, his hands slamming down through the covers to grip the mattress. His pelvis shot up, causing Carmen to slam her nose into it and pull back. She came away from his cock like a mermaid surfacing, a spray of saliva and a flip of the hair making up the growing space between them. She came back down, a wide smile squashing some of his doubts about hurting her.

“Mooooorning Papi,” she said, splaying her hands out and running them along his hips.

“Holy… shit…”

“Can’t believe I didn’t get a taste yesterday,” she drawled, leaning back down. She kept her eyes locked to his. He could swear she was purring as his neck filled with apprehension, “It’s so very you…”

She darted her tongue out to swirl across his head and he moaned in response, straining his belly to force his hips to stay still. She peppered it with three more kisses, moving down his cock until she planted the final one where the base met the balls, coming away with more strings of drool. He was breathing heavy, but his brain was cooling just enough to not feel like he was about to detonate.

It was in this cooling sensation that he got to take in more of the room. Past her curls and her hitched, smiling eyes. In the corner, every bit as shaky as she’d been yesterday, stood Lilly.

“Sorry, I- Sorry,” she said, averting her eyes from him like he might smite her, “I t-t-told her y-you might… might not w-want it. I-I didn’t t-t-try hard enough to s-stop her.”

“Mmmm well when Papi’s asleep, I’m in charge,” Carmen said, giving his tip another kiss as it oozed beneath all that saliva, “and I wanted to suck diiiiiiiick!”

With that, she shoved her lips straight back down, hiding the entire length in her concave cheeks. Mike lurched again, his heart thundering as if it’d been hit by shock paddles. He exhaled, firing out a held breath at the ceiling, before trying to force a smile for Lilly.

“You’re- fucking Jesus, you’re ok,” he wheezed, trying to get his bearings as she held his cock still in her throat, “I’m- fuck- I’m alright. It’s intense, but it’s- shit shiiiiit, haha- I’m getting into it.”

“R-r-really?”

“Oh- fuck- don’t worry,” he said, leaning forward and grasping a fistful of curls. He pulled Carmen halfway up his cock so those huge almond eyes were staring right up at him, “she’s gonna be licking the bathroom tiles clean the moment I cum, but I- FUCK.”

He flopped backwards, releasing her hair and trying to catch his breath. Which didn’t go well, because it let Carmen’s head fall back down his cock until her lips were sealed against his balls. A breath locked in his throat, forcing out a slow wheeze like a horny turtle.

He gave up on the plan of talking. Instead he just beckoned her over. When she didn’t move from the wall, he did a much bigger arm motion, and that got through. She bounced, wiggling her new hips. Her short gold curls glittered as they passed through a strip of sunlight, before she tripped and face planted into the mattress beside him.

He and Carmen started chuckling in sync. Hers was muffled, and his was cut off by the sensation of hers. All he got was a single bark and another hitched breath, rustling Lilly’s hair as he exhaled slow.

“Heh, g-g-guess I’m still- Never be a gy-gymnast,” she said, twisting her head to look at him.

This close to her, he was struck by her visage. He’d thought she had the face of a model yesterday, but it was really hitting home how true that was. Sharp cheekbones, even lips, fluttering lashes. She was intensely symmetrical. A forceful mirroring, like half her face had been cloned rather than grown. Her eyes were so pale they looked grey, but in the light, he could see the little flecks of blue that must be her true colour.

If he didn’t know who she was, didn’t know what she was like and how she had looked up until very recently, he’d have been quite intimidated by her. The kind of person who gave others jelly legs, not the other way around. He could only imagine what she looked like when angry. The thought of that severity, of that intense hostility filling her features, cooled his molten blood.

Until she opened her mouth.

“S-s-so… uh, come here… S-s-sometimes?” she asked, giving him a lopsided mix between a smile and grimace.

“I’ve-” his smooth line was cut off by a twist of Carmen’s head, “I’ve been known to. How- Haahhh- how about you?”

“F-f-first time. Think you can show me the, uh, r-ropes?”

Mike reached out. Pushing that right arm under her cheek, curling those right fingers around her hair. A slow flex, pulling her head in close. Her body drifted towards his as if on rollers. She closed her eyes. Her lips parted. Wet. Warm. Dripping. Red. He wove his fingers into her locks, taking what purchase he could. The force was light, but only because she was moving where he wanted her to go.

She collided. His neck came to her mouth and she moaned on contact. Let the sound hold. An even tone in her throat. A long exhale. Relief, comfort, surrender. She peppered it in kisses. His fingers twitched in her head, these two women working him over with a slow care, delicate lips. She moved down, interpreting his spasms as commands. A trail of kisses, a trail of drool. Warm, then cooling in the morning air. Leaving his skin to glisten.

Carmen sped back up. Twisting around on his cock. Revealing parts to the world, before gobbling them back down. Lilly was on his collarbone, tracing the outline with her heaving moans and soft lips. Her eyes flickered open. Twitching and uncertain. As if the anxiety remembered itself, as if a yell was coming for her and her blurry vision. She could see his beard, not his face. His head was kicked back. Groans and gritted teeth and bulging pleasure. Her eyes fell closed.

“Fuuuuuuck Papi,” Carmen groaned, mouth popping off and chin resting on the crook of his thigh, “the taste…”

He tried to say something, but Lilly had reached his nipple. His growl as her pursed lips wrapped around the red bud drowned both words and complex thought.

“Mmmm, can I have more Papi? Can you squeeze that four-course meal in these big balls down my slut throat?” She said, stroking a finger along the seam of his nut-sack as she talked.

Mike popped an eye, just enough to regard her. Lips and cheeks wet. Hair a mess, curls in all directions. Eyes fogging up with every breath like window glass. The veins in his cock strained. The erection had to go bigger. Larger. Reach right back into her mouth. He had to be back inside her throat.

Their gaze met. One eye to two. Her lids lifted, pupils widened, smile peeled her face. In one single, graceful moment, she headbutted herself back onto his cock. Mike, in turn, began to howl.

The covers were coiling around him. His sweat soaked body was robed, like a painting atop the Sistine chapel. His long hair was stringing out in all directions, attaching to his face as his mouth hung open. He tried to twist, turning in and out on himself, but the weight on his crotch and his chest pinned him in place. His heart burned in his chest, making a match for Lilly’s dripping mouth.

His balls clenched. Fire. Water. Heat. Wet. A ricochet through his body, arcing and firing into her throat. The taste, a swirling tornado of sensation, overtook Carmen. She slumped at the edge of the bed. Indulging, engulfing. Letting her face rest, letting her shoulders down, feeling it hit the back of her throat in shot after shot after shot.

For the first few seconds, she was just tasting. A meal upon meals, unlike anything she’d ever had from a cup or a body, cascaded through her mouth. But it wasn’t stopping. She flicked her eyes open, and he was still thrashing. Moaning and guttural, shaking and eyes screwed shut. Still the cum came.

Lilly had raised a hand, gripping his right breast, thumb massaging his nipple. Far from the slow approach, she was as animated as him. Moaning and sucking and lashing out her tongue. Pushing her lips in, pushing her face in. Trying to extract his pleasure for her own. To cum by proxy. To serve, to react, to respond, to feel everything her glorious master was feeling.

Carmen was slipping. She tried to pull closer, but her belly was growing. Pushing her away from the bed. She scrambled, gripping leg and blanket. He slid down, bringing Lilly for the ride.

A pop. A second. The girls became unstuck from their master, leaving the hair of his body coated in glistening spit. The morning light now hung on his chest, turning the beads of Lilly’s drool into dew drops. He heard her gasp. Opened his eyes. Saw ceiling. Lifted himself. Gasped.

“I don’t hate it.”

Mike put his head in his hands.

“A-another hospital t-trip?”

“I didn’t even transform,” he groaned through his fingers, “how does that happen?”

“Guess that means you can’t wear condoms anymore,” Carmen said, prodding her huge, squishy belly, “Not that I mind Papi.”

“Girls, if this keeps up, I won’t be able to fuck any of you anymore,” he said, peeling himself from his own hands to stare at her.

“You c-c-could still p-pull out, right?”

“Doesn’t trust his hips,” Carmen said with a smirk, rubbing the side of her nose, “all kick, no finesse. And with that face he was making? You were getting lost in my holes Papi.”

Mike was midway through rolling his eyes when a sharp knock hit the door.

“I’ve made breakfast,” Mia said, her tone even to the point of irritated.

The occupants of the bedroom all switched from the door to staring at Carmen’s belly.

“Hope you two’re hungry,” she said with an enormous shit-eating grin, “I’m stuffed.”

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