Another Round III

Again, the dice rolled, and this time, Tom got something far more esoteric.

"Lip Slip?" Raising one eyebrow, Tom scanned the menu for the ingredients. "Hm, Mango juice, turmeric, freshly fingered pussy juice from Nirmala... Okay, I have no idea what that is gonna do. Probably makes my lips slippery or something. At least it's better than last round."

"Another Double Trouble?" Ella squealed and hefted her enormous bust with all four hands, squeezing her thick nipples. "Maybe I'll, like, get another set of tiddies this time!"

"Howling Moon? Awoo, I guess," Tyler shrugged, playing with his empty glass as he pushed the dice towards Janine, who rolled them enthusiastically.

"Uh-huh, awoo and stuff. I got that too!" Picking up the dice again, Janine shook them in her cupped-together hands and threw them again with a bit more vigor, almost sending them off the milk-slick table. "Ooh, okay, that's not the same number again. I thought you, like, broke them or something."

"Yep, 'cause that's how dice work." Chuckling, Tyler gathered the empty glasses at the front of the booth so Patricia or any other waitress could take them away. "There we go... hello? We'd like to order!"

Once more, glasses were taken away and new drinks served, together with a damp wash cloth Tyler had requested to wipe down the table - Janine kept dribbling milk on the lacquered wood, but at least the mess was now confined to under the table, three sets of shoes and two hooves standing in slowly cooling cum. But none of the four heteromorphs cared, not with new, more or less colorful drinks in front of them. Tom looked at his with a bit of apprehension, having sort of gotten the short stick the last round, and then stared down Tyler.

"Alright, man. I'm not giving up, so... down the hatch."

Everyone eagerly followed Tom's lead, particularly Ella; the demonic bimbo was very eager to get her second set of titties, all four hands roaming over the swell of her inhumanly inflated bust. But this time, it was Tom who began to change first, dainty, pale hands flying into his crotch and frantically opening the zipper to free a rapidly engorging cock - which simply kept on swelling when it reached full hardness. Not only that, Tyler's shaft was so turgid and throbbing that it was growing increasingly distended, the base ballooning into a nearly spherical shape.

"Ohgoddammit, look at this thing!" Stroking his changing length gingerly, Tyler grit his teeth, and Ella could see his canines lengthening as he panted, Tyler's glans growing long and tapered at the top. "Howling... shoulda knoooown, I'm getting a doggy dick!"

An impressive one, too - as Tyler's human shaft with its mushroom-shaped tip turned into a fat red rocket, Ella felt her own bestial rod stiffen for the umpteenth time this evening and relegated two of her hands to the tumescent pole, bringing it up from under the table to help the process along. Due to the size of her mountainous mammaries, that meant she also pulled it partway between them, the softness enveloping Ella's member a considerable contributing factor to its growing erectness, and the bimbo demon's forked tongue lolled from her full lips to lap at her blunt glans.

"Ooh fuck, like, me toooo~!" Indeed, Janine's swollen rod, already about as long as her entire torso and easily jutting between her milky funbags, was growing and transforming just as Tyler's. "So buh-bu-biiig~!"

That, too, was true - Tyler's shaft, already sizable before the Howling Moon mocktail, had lengthened enoug to slide between his lower set of tits, rubbing pre into his band shirt. Janine's pulsing rod had been enormous before her growth had started, and as the pink-haired heteromorph stared at her increasingly tapered glans with wonder, she soon had to tilt her head back as it jutted out from her cleavage further and further, added girth pushing into the leaking udders and pressing out droplets and rivulets of milk from her brace of nipples, Janine's hands caressing the swell of her gazongas absentmindedly.

"Me, I don't feel anything yet, except I'm really we--" Tom stiffened in the middle of his sentence, lowering his head to stare at his crotch, only to find his view blocked by soft boobage. "Hey, what?! Someone under there? Quit licking m--mmmh!"

As Ella stared, tongue running over a dimple in her flat glans, Tom twisted and turned in his seat to look under the table, brow scrunched up in confused arousal and pillowy soft breasts jiggling and wobbling over the tabletop. So intent was he on seeing if someone had snuck under the table to lick his pussy was Tom that he entirely missed the beginning change to his nipples. Even through his jersey, Ella could see his nipples begin to puff up and distend, growing sideways and into a pointed oblong shape, nipples disappearing into a slit that pushed against the fabric... and the demonic bimbo finally realized that instead of the usual nipples, Tom was now sporting a set of enormous mouths on his equally gigantic bust, with lips that put a pornstar's proportions to shame.

"Ooogh~, there's no one theeere~!" Mewling and writhing, Tom brought his hands between his legs as his hips gyrated helplessly, face flush and slack with arousal, only for his eyes to snap open in shock as he touched himself. "It's go-- my p-pussy, there... mmmfgh! I have a fucking mooouuuth be-between... it's licking... so-oooh~ sensitive!"

Eyes rolling up inside his head, mouth slack and tongue lolling out, Tom could only shudder erotically as the mouth that had apparently replaced his snatch pretty much pleasured itself without asking its owner for permission, Tom's sweet moans making the others at the table all the harder as the lipples on his gargantuan breasts followed the example of his pussy mouth and began to lick and slurp inside his jersey for added stimulation, making Tom squeal and gasp helplessly, hands pressed between his legs.

Ella, meanwhile, found her tongue dipping into a small gap between what turned to be a glans that had split into two identical ones of equal size as before when the blonde demon turned her attention back to herself. It did, obviously not stop there. With a sloppy squelching sounds, the demonic heteromorph's shaft kept separating down the middle, with Ella's tongue snaking around both her flat flares and licking the sensitive, throbbing flesh. Using two of her hands to jiggle her backbreaking boobs around the splitting rod, the bimbo demon could feel the twinned shafts rub against each other in an alltogether alien, yet undeniably enoyable sensation.

When her bestial member hat fully separeted in two, Ella had to stroke her turgid members' bases with one hand each, even four of them seeming not enough now that the blonde bimbo had as many dicks as she had tits - but the arousal even these to her lacking touches brought was intense enough for Ella to moan and gasp unabashedly. Titfucking herself with two horsecocks that kept thrusting out of the crevasse of her cleavage, Ella let forked tongue play over the drooling glanses, the slick muscle getting pulled between her heaving boobage again and again.

But the demon bimbo wasn't the only one thrusting oversized, bestial manmeat between gargantuan tits: Janine, although her shaft's was growth gradually slowing down, was barely able to move the obscene pillar of dog dick, instead electing to massage it eagerly with her milk-laden udders. The shaft rose a fair bit higher than her head by now, the knot alone big enough to almost brush against the underside of her swollen boobs, and the pink-haired bimbo eagerly licked and kissed the red rocket filling her lap and cleavage, slurping up the deluge of pre bubbling from her pointy tip.

Tyler, although not as absurdly equipped, had nonetheless grown big enough to thrust into his lower set of breasts, shirt pulled up between his upper and lower pair to feel the hot, swollen flesh of his inhuman length directly on his sensitive orbs. Panting and biting his lower lip lasciviously, Tyler stared down at the upper set of his boobs, taking in their sensual jiggling as he mashed the lower two against his rod, cleavage slick with pre.

Across the table, Tom had at least found the coordination to pull off his jersey, revealing his enormous, soft breasts and the pillowy lips capping them. Although splitting them would have been more fitting, the giant mouths were large enough to open up the frontal eighth of Tom's softly quaking boobage in lewd smiles, their pointed tongues long enough to slobber over at least two thirds. What they didn't reach, Tom let his hands run over, fingers sometimes playfully ensnared by his hot boob-tongues. The true main event was of course whatever the mouth between his legs was doing, as it was leaving Tom barely sensate, body twitching and writhing as he gasped and moaned and babbled incoherently.

He was also the first one to cum, rather violently in fact, shaking and twitching and howling in pleasure, so intensely that the women at the next table first stared enviously and then flagged down a waitress. And Tom's pussy mouth didn't let up, relentlessly stimulating him as he writhed and squaled and came, came, came. The sight caused a chain reaction with the other three shameless heteromorph masturbating around the table - no matter their newly realized love for cock, they were still very much into hot women helplessly creaming themselves, and it was all Ella could do to press her pillowy lips against the flaring heads of her swollen horsecocks before they released their salty bounty with lewd squelches.

As the blonde demon struggled to gulp down every last drop and still spilled copious amounts over her dark red chesticles, Janine began to unload her massive testicles. Although Ella hadn't seen them yet, the incredible amounts of cum fountaining from the pink-haired bimbo's trembling tip to splatter back down on her and a good part of the table in front of her pointed to truly gargantuan nuts. Janine's guttural screams of bliss soon turned into lewd gargles as cum covered her from head to toe. Tyler, although his genitals had the same shape as Janine's, didn't quite reach this output, although compared to what an average, unchanged male produced, the thick globs of jizz bubbling up between his lower breasts were still impressively large and thick as he moaned and squeezed the soft orbs.

Even alone, their individual messes would have been considerable. All four together was nothing short of apocalyptic, and gave even Patricia pause as she hurried past a few minutes after the last drop of cum had been squeezed out, everyone actually sitting at the table still reveling in the afterglow, Tom's lipples still languidly licking themselves.