The man makes a break for it

As Marcy cupped her newest creation’s gorgeous face and prepared for the best kiss of her life, she heard a muffled whimpered behind her. Turning to look, she saw Heather’s fiancé struggling to his feet.

“Oh right,” Jenny said. “I fucked him.”

“What the hell are you freaks?” The man cried out. “I’m finding my wife and getting the hell out of here!”

“Good luck!” Marcy said cheerfully, turning back to Jenny.

“Are we going to let him run?” Jenny asked. “It seems like a waste.”

The man scrabbled out the door, desperately pulling his pants up in the process.

“Let’s just say there’s a surprise waiting for him in the greenhouse.”

“Ah,” Jenny said, nodding.

The young woman looked down and gazed at her massive chest, eyes bulging.

“Seriously, what did you do to me? Why are these so big?”

“I don’t really know,” Marcy said. “But I love it. You’re so damn fertile.”

Jenny groaned as she ran her delicate hands down her voluptuous torso.

“I don’t think I’ll have trouble conceiving now.”

“No, I don’t think so either.”

The pair embraced and began to kiss, their large breasts together, sending sparks of pleasure into the both of them. Marcy’s scent and aura was intoxicating and powerful, while Jenny dripped with fertility and lust.

Soon, the women collapsed to the floor, legs and arms intertwined in lustful bliss.

In the distance, they heard a man scream in horror. Then came a soft giggle on the wind as if in response.

“That must be one hell of a surprise,” Jenny giggled.