Robert is just as dazed as you are.

You wipe Robert's cum out of your eyes and roll your eyes around to check on the room. In the corner of your vision, you notice Luke, who has his swimsuit on his ankles and is vigorously masturbating a sizeable dick while sitting on the edge of Robert's bed. The third roommate, Maion, is still lying below Luke's bedsheets, but is moving rhythmically as well, his eyes locked onto you and Robert.

You awkwardly angle your chin so that you can check out Robert's face. He is blissed out for the moment, and has stopped contracting around your tock. You could easily slip out if you wanted. But you don't. You want to stick inside him for the next eternity, gently face-fucking him. It doesn't matter much that you're both lying on the hard linoleum floor, right in the middle of the room where Robert fell down after your **** on his pussy.

Opening your mouth a bit wider, you slip a finger-full of Robert's spunk inside your mouth. It has the same meaty flavor as the pussy joices that your tongue continues to lick from his pussy - creamy like a yoghurt, but tasting like... meatloaf. Meat yoghurt? You don't get how this could make any sense, but this is what Robert tastes like.

"gaaaah. I'm dead." Robert mutters groggily. "Or. Heaven. mmmmmmmgaaaah--aahhh--ARGHmmmmmmm." It is only a quick outburst, then he he turns down his volume as you increase the rhythm. He mostly alternates between panting and low moans, just like the first time you had fucked him... although that first time, less than two weeks ago (and not in your original reality), was strictly conventionally. You even hid the truth inside your mouth from him, somehow. (Not as if that had really happened. Or has it?)

You gently pull halfway out of his inner folds just to suddenly ram back inside him. You feel as if that motion compresses his freely flowing pussy juices and the tip of your tongue greedily slurps them up. "You're the best. Like, you taste really good." your clear soprano voice says what you are thinking. Robert's head rises from the floor and he peers at you past his body, surprised.

"How... you can... talk while still... but... you're still inside me. Ohhhhhh nooo, don't pull out. Don't. donnn.... aaaah." he sighs contentedly as you slide back inside him, slurping some more of his nectar.

"Sure I can talk." You say jokingly, your big tock burying inside his seemingly bottomless cunt. "Check out my tongues!" Given how your mouth is currently spread wide around your tock, you can only slide your two little 'talk-tongues' out under your upper lip to show him. "brrrlppt" you say, then bring the tongues back inside your mouth to continue speaking.

"Like, it certainly takes a little effort, but I have got plenty of training." you resume the conversation while your big main tongue rams into Robert, making him squeal again.

"How... aaah... how?? Mmmmm... Emcey, your... penis-tongue... huuh. HUHHH! Dat hot rod... yessssss... graaaa..." Robert just whimpers under your ministrations, but holds you back when you try to pull out.

"Yeah man." Luke pipes up from Robert's bed, holding his own cock that sags back to its regular shape, after Luke squirted onto the lino floor. "Robert complained ever since the weekend how he thinks that his mutation is unfair. So when you revealed your tongue on Tuesday, we knew something was up."

"Unfair? Like, how so?" that is not how you would describe this gorgeous fat pussy.

Maion, still cuddled in Luke's bedsheets, laughs. "Yeah, Robbie kept comparing our mutations with each other, Ma'am. And I thought I got lucky, but looking at you both, I can't compare with that... tock, you called it, right?"

"Oh shit..." you blurt out mid-movement, your nose thumping against Robert's tiny dick. "...are we all going to mutate?" You try to glance over to the other two guys, but then you keep focusing on the red-haired crotch right in front of you. Robert's pubic hair is so soft and cuddly. But why are Luke and Maion also mutated? You'd understand Maion... um... right, he nailed you last week too, one day after Robert. You're not sure if any of this dorm trio knows that their roommates already fucked you before. That still excludes Luke, though... If he is already mutating, then things have long gotten out of control!

"I think so. By the way, aren't you uncomfortable down there at the hard floor? You can move to a bed, you know?" Luke asks. "I mean, I wish we had a soft carpet laid in all the rooms, or underfloor heating."

You keep steadily thrusting into Robert like an addict, but this sounds like a wonderful idea. "Huh. Oh yes, like... I wish we had a warm, thick carpet, everywhere downstairs in the dorm. Soft and totally cuddly, perfect to lie on top of."

It is a heat of the moment wish, but you really would like to have that right now. The floor is hard and cold below you. Robert's legs warm your upper body, but your legs are getting a tad cold. And then you remember that your wishes are no longer fulfilled instantly. You'll have to wait a day, now. What did you wish for yesterday? ... Right, better tasting body fluids. Your secondary tongues lick the juices from your tock. Oh yeah, that must be why Robert tasted so good.

"Hey. Don't stop." Robert demands, but you ignore that and pull out, struggling a bit to get past his vaginal lock, but you make it. You get on your knees, then stand up, towering over Robert who still squirms in the afterglow.

"I'm serious guys," you begin. "If we're all, mutating, like, we should totally compare notes."

Maion stares at you from under Luke's bedsheet, only showing his head. You last saw him at evening practice, and he looked totally normal to you, at least under the cover of his swimsuit. So it's probably his genitalia, too. With Luke, you can see nothing abnormal, and he's still stroking his unit, out in the open. Why are they in each other's beds anyway?