, Rx: Lactation, Bimbofication, Prehensile Tongue (Paris POV)

The man dragging you by the arm shoves you down on a mat surrounded by other men. You fall into the arms of Daisy, Ashley is sitting next to the both of you. “See don’t they look like sisters?” the man who dragged you over asked, “Close enough for me, at least.”

The others grumble, shrugging shoulders, comparing the features of you and your sisters. “We are sisters,” Daisy chimes in, you and Ashley both snap your heads towards her. The general murmur of the crowd rises as the men excitedly cheer on the newest revelation, that their incestuous fantasy was no longer up to their imagination but a confirmed reality.

“Told you,” the man who dragged you over says. A couple men slap him on the back, “Well, don’t mind us,” he gestures between you and your sisters.

There’s not much point in delaying. You’ve seen some of the other things people are being put through, so a little bit of **** doesn’t feel that bad. And while Ashley still scares you, at least you have Daisy here for comfort. You lean in, kissing your sister. Her soft lips on yours, the heat of her body against yours as she continues to hold you.

“Don’t leave out your sister,” someone points out. You and Daisy break apart, Ashley looks annoyed, but she leans in kissing Daisy for just a second before turning to you. Her kiss is forceful, where Daisy was relaxed. Her lip piercings bite against your lip, and she pulls away with your bottom lip between your teeth. You gasp in shock, but the crowd seems to appreciate it.

You’re kissing Daisy once again, when someone in the crowd speaks up, “I got a couple Rx-minis if we wanted to spice it up.” You break the kiss to look over at the crowd. They seem divided for a moment. You’ve heard of Rx and its effects, but haven’t tried it yourself. And one of the women you talked to earlier tonight mentioned the minis being a smaller dose, so it doesn’t last as long. Which you guess is why they’re being used tonight, so all the women involved aren’t stuck with Rx effects all night.

After a bit of infighting, the man comes forward with three small pills, black with tiny red R’s. You look over at the other two, Daisy is apprehensive, and Ashley is obviously angry, which seems fairly normal. 1, 2, 3, you throw the pill in your mouth swallowing. Daisy holds her chest, you can tell they’re enlarging. She had told you about her last experience with Rx, but her breasts don’t seem to be growing as large this time, perhaps due to it being a mini?

You’re nervous, unsure of what is about to happen to you. Your mouth is dry, your tongue heavy in your mouth.

You watch as the rage in Ashley’s face fades slowly. She reaches up, pulling her hair loose of its tie. The same raven black hair that you and Daisy share with her falls lazily around her face. She mindlessly twirls her finger around a lock. Her limps plump up enough for you to notice the change, and if you’re not mistaken her bust seems slightly larger. “Like, you two are so pretty,” Ashley says with a feminine lilt to her raspy voice.

Your jaw falls open at the surprisingly light compliment coming from Ashley. And your tongue falls out, not just stopping at its normal spot, but further and further down. The thick fleshy muscle stops as it hits your thigh. You look down at the tip of your tongue resting in your lap. You gulp and it flexes to life, moving at your own thought. No different from moving an arm, your tongue moves just as you think it should.

“Woah, that’s freaky,” one of the guys says over the din of whispers.

Ashley giggles, that still doesn’t sound right to you, but then again neither does your tongue stretching several feet from your mouth. Ashley blushes as she waves at the men surrounding you.

Daisy’s eyes are wide watching your tongue flex in circles. “Well, back to it,” someone commands from the crowd. You swallow, a ripple rides down the length of your tongue.

Ashley giggles again, turning to you, she gently runs a finger along your extended tongue. You can taste something on her fingers, is that, yep, she was obviously touching herself moments before touching your tongue.

Your tentacle like tongue follows her guidance as she gently pushes you towards her crotch. As you reach further with your tongue, you wonder how far you can reach. She gasps as you run across her folds, taking in her taste. She guides Daisy to her side, her thigh brushing against your tongue.

Ashley is no longer the **** angry outsider, but the airheaded leader of your incestuous threesome. Her tongue in Daisy’s mouth, her hands squeezing her tits. The white of Daisy’s milk leaks out around Ashley’s fingers, dribbling down her forearm. It collects on her elbow before beading off in droplets of sweet milk. You curve your tongue, tasting the falling sweetness.

Daisy lifts her leg, placing it on the other side of your tongue. The three of you are knelt on the mat, your tongue running down tasting the beading sweat on Daisy’s hip, the pucker where it slides down her crack, the wetness of your sister’s pussy, the falling sweetness of her milk, and finally the taste of your other sister. The sensations of so much rubbing against your tongue has you dripping wet yourself.

You plunge the tip of your tongue within Ashley’s waiting pussy. The giggling girl moans, her walls squeezing around the length of your tongue. The muscle moving as if it had always been this length, as if you hadn’t grown up with a normal sized tongue that never left more than an inch past your lips.

Ashley urges you forward, lifting your leg over your own tongue, placing you between her and Daisy. She touches you, her finger circling your clit as your tongue now also runs across your own folds. Daisy moans, arching back. Your tongue now caresses the front of her torso to snake around behind her. You bend the path, flitting your tongue over her leaking nipples, the taste of her milk floods your senses, mingling stronger with every flavor along its length.

Daisy and Ashley kiss over your shoulder. Ashley’s Rx plumped lips, looking amazing against Daisy’s soft kiss. Your tongue flicks as you watch, engrossed in the slew of sensations. It slips between the kiss your sister’s share, and their tongues wrestle with the segment of your tongue between them. You moan out, the sound stifled slightly by the fact that your tongue is hanging from your mouth.

You knead Daisy’s chest, her milk running down your arm, while you massage her clit. Ashley’s fingers push you closer to an orgasm. You squeeze Daisy’s boob, and a spray of white paints across your torso. The sweet milk beads down your stomach, trailing down to where your tongue meets, Ashley’s fingers and your self licked pussy.

The three of you all grind against your tongue, your rising orgasms approaching fast. You quicken the thrusting of your tongue, Ashley’s inner walls throbbing against your tip. Daisy grinds against your tongue and fingers, moaning with each passing second. Your own clit throbs at Ashley’s fingers, your tongue touching everywhere you love.

Ashley buries her face in the back of your shoulder, her piercings digging against your flesh. Her orgasm riding out in intense contractions around your tongue. Daisy moans leaning back on her palms. Thanks to the new angle, the squeeze of her chest, sends a spray of milk across the side of your face, and into Ashley’s as well. Your core contracts joining the triple orgasm among your sisterhood.

Your tongue slowly retreats, sliding along every inch of your sister’s skin as it did so. Despite its length, it seems to still fit nicely in your mouth once fully retracted. Still catching your breath, you tentatively test stretching the muscle once again. And it extends without problem, and retracts at your will.

The three of you are out of breath, chests heaving, bodies quivering. Soaked in sweat, saliva, milk, and your sexual fluids. Daisy falls back on the mat, staring up at the ceiling. You fall back on your ass, still amazed by your tongue. When you hear the giggling voice of Ashley, “What do you say boys? Should we go for round 2?” They cheer, you see Daisy lean up enough to stare at your sister. Ashley bites her plump lip, blush across her face, “Or maybe this time, you’ll share your cocks?” she pouts, pushing her bottom lip out.