Time to get back to Liz

You slowly make your way back to Liz, arm around Amy, hand on her breast. Chatting idly as you massage her mammary, you try to subtly learn about your alternate self’s past. From what you can tell, except for the sex with pregnant women, things weren’t really all that different for you; you went to the same school, had the same job, were distant with your parents. It’s good to know that you don’t have to re-learn too much of your life.

As you reach the place where Amy parked her car, you can see the queue waiting to use Liz’s hole hasn’t shrunk at all. It does seem to have stabilized, though; men arriving as others leave.

“Hey guys, you’re back,” Liz waves at you as the man currently inside her (an overweight man in business attire) finishes and leaves. “Did you bring me any cake?”

Amy holds the takeout box out to her. “Yup! Right here. Let’s get going, it’s time for the next part of your surprise.”

“Cool, I’ll just get rid of them,” Liz hooks a thumb at the line behind her. “Alright you guys, thanks for the cum, but I’ve gotta go.”

The men in the queue start to disperse, the one who was next in line grumbling quietly as he pulls his pants back on.

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” you joke, looking at Liz’s lower half. Her vagina is a waterfall of cum, coating her legs and pooling on the ground.

“I know right? Good thing I took my panties off. Is it always like this?”

“Yup, just about. I usually just don’t wear panties until my cycle is over,” Amy says, looking at Liz thoughtfully.

“Would you mind holding this?” She hands the takeout box to you and slowly stalks over to Liz.

“What are you doing?” Liz asks warily when she catches sight of Amy. “Wait, no. Stop. Don’t you dare! Don’t you-” Amy cuts Liz off by poking her in the belly. Liz tries to fend her off but Amy does it again. And again. And again. Amy tickles Liz mercilessly, occasionally poking hard enough that a squirt of cum shoots out of her vagina.

“Let’s see how you like it,” Amy says, smiling as she continues to playfully torment her sister. Liz begs for your help and Amy’s forgiveness, but you both ignore her pleas.

“Hey man? What the fuck?!”

Your attention is drawn by a shout from down the boardwalk. That business man who was just inside Liz seems to have got himself in a bit of trouble. A brawny woman in leather biker gear looks to be trying to rough him up. Amy and Liz also notice, stopping their play-fighting to observe.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” Amy shoots you a worried look. “We don’t want to get involved.”

“What? We should go help,” Liz replies.

“What exactly are we supposed to do? It’s not like it has anything to do with us.”

They both turn to you with a questioning look.