As in more than one. (Canon)

Chapter 9: "Deeper"

I stared blankly at the inside of my date's mouth. Kat's lips were smooth, and close up like this I could smell her breath, minty from having brushed her teeth recently. But at this point, I wasn't horrified anymore by new things about this reality I'd created. It didn't seem that strange compared to everything else.

"What the fuck..." I watched them move in her mouth, wiggling as she tried to keep them still. It looked like a regular tongue if you didn't pay close attention, but I could see two halves moving independently. It was like Kat had gotten a surgery to split it. But then I noticed the real difference. I noticed her salivating, and it wasn't from the back of her mouth or her cheeks. It was coming from inside her tongues. Each of them, right at their respective tips, had a small opening, just like the one I'd found on my lick that afternoon. They were like tiny versions of what I had downstairs, complete with miniature sheathes of their own at the back of Kat's throat.

She let her lips close, sliding one of her tongues across them. "You know about this. You've asked to see them tons of times." It was the first I'd heard of anything remotely similar to this. Well. Second, maybe.

"And I can't kiss you on the cheek because?" I asked. She shook her head at me.

"You can kiss me on the cheek. Just ask first."

"Why?"

"What is going on with you, Cassie?" she asked.

"So many fucking things right now." I smirked. "Am I allowed to kiss you or not?"

"On a first date?!"

"What's the worst that could happen?" I asked, my voice still in its lower register. She looked disappointed in me.

"You could get pregnant."

What.

"What?"

"What do you mean, what?" Kat rolled her eyes at me. "I'm not about to deal with your dad after sucking on your tongues and accidentally putting a baby in your belly."

What?

"What?"

My eyes shot wide open. I bolted away from her, rushing to the nearest car so I could look in the side view. I bared my teeth. I pulled my cheek to the side, and stuck them out.

I hadn't noticed it before. I hadn't really looked closely at myself since my makeover. But there they were. Two fleshy mounds, sitting side by side, gushing saliva from their tips. Slimy, ridged flesh that disappeared into the back of my throat. Mine didn't have sheathes, though. And it wasn't a recent change. I remembered feeling it when I brushed my teeth earlier, but didn't take in that detail among the thousands of others that my new body was barraging me with. I thought about my lower tongue. How it could extend itself. I considered trying it with these.

"Cass. What the fuck is going on?" Kat stood behind me as I ogled the sex organs in my mouth. "Yes, your tongues are hot, you don't have to keep showing them off. That's so inappropriate."

I turned around, an impish thought in my mind. I stuck my tongues out at her. It was a mistake. As soon as I felt them extend, the back of my skull went white hot with pleasure. I'd shoved them out through my pursed lips, and my eyes rolled up as I felt my core pulse. My lick extended, **** to escape my underwear, and I didn't have a conscious thought to stop it. My upper tongues swelled from the back of my throat, the now familiar feeling of a gushing orgasm running down their lengths and out each tip, spraying to either side. "Uhnnngh!" My moan couldn't be restrained.

After a moment, my eyes refocused on the girl that had been doused with my watery cum. I had just ejaculated prematurely, directly on Kat's face, moments before we were supposed to go on a date. It was simultaneously horrific and yet, for me it was electrifyingly arousing. She didn't have the same assessment.

"Oh. My god." She stood at me, almost trembling with anger. Her lips were pursed. Her brown eyes dug into mine with a vengeance, and I watched as her body reacted to mine. "You just... You just sprayed me with pheremoneth." The fleshy protuberances in her mouth began to swell, making it harder to speak.

"Hahh... uahhh." I panted, my own tongues not yet flaccid. "I'm tho thorry." She tried to hold back, but it was clear that fight would be over quickly. I saw her lips part, and cloudy drool emerged from the corner of her mouth, the tips of her tongues pulsing open and closed, squirting out onto her chin.

"Now you've done ith." She panted, digging into her bag for the car keys. She walked awkwardly towards the cruiser that we'd left a few parking spaces away, making the siren woop briefly as it was unlocked. She sat in the front seat, leaving the door open. I stood just outside, watching as her body took over. The seam of her jeans bulged between her legs, and she grunted with both pain and pleasure as something happened underneath the denim. I looked around, seeing only empty cars around us, and made a decision.

"Take it out."

Kat looked up at me with a pained expression. "It'th not that badh." I reached down to the buttons on her jeans, fueled by guilt and an ungodly libido. She halfheartedly tried to stop me, but I would not be deterred. "I can jutht wait a few minuteth. It'll pathh."

I looked at her mouth, her half cum/half drool leaking out of her tongues and onto her blouse with every heavy breath. I could practically smell her sex. She looked like she was ready to explode, trying so hard not to lick her lips. I'd been happy to put that look on other people's faces, but I had wanted it to be special for her. For us. I wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste, propriety be damned. If I couldn't make it special, I could make it good. Damned good.

"I want to make you feel incredible," I said. My body wanted things of its own, but I was willing to wait.

She finally allowed me to position her, draping her legs out of the driver's seat. I tugged on her jeans, pulling them down past her knees and bunching them at her ankles. Her lacy pink panties were bulging, soaking wet, and something was writhing underneath, waiting for me to expose it. I breathed her in as I moved my head closer. I stuck my tongue out more carefully this time, waiting for her to react. "Oh god."

I touched the tips of my upper tongues on her skin, tasting her flesh on mine. I rested my hands on her bare thighs, sliding my fingertips gently towards her hips. She trembled underneath me, and I soaked it in, drunk on the power I held over her. My fingertips reached into the band of her underwear, pulling it up and away slowly, and taking her in for the first time.

The trail of hair that started below her navel was rough and wild, hiding much of her skin as I delved. It wasn't long before I found the part of her that mattered. Her cock was clean and smooth, the skin moist from her own lubrication. It was bigger than I had expected, at least six inches reaching up towards me eagerly. The skin of her penis tapered down into a patch of slightly rougher skin, a bit less hairy. Her balls jumped as I traced my index finger across their sack, and I stuck my tongues out further than I knew they could go, spreading them open to either side, stretching my lips out wide. I could feel each shaft in the back of my throat, both pulsing with my heartbeat and oozing my arousal from the holes at the ends.

One wrapped around the head of her uncut cock, smothering it, and the other tugged down on her skin, exposing the mushroom shaped tip. She tasted so sweet, each throb secreting more and more precum from the tip, around her cockhead. She was helpless in my grasp, and I listened to her breathing become ragged as she tried not to cry out. I took one of the tips of my tongues, and lashed it against her glans, once, twice, three times. She pleaded to me with her eyes, and I nodded, sliding my tongues back down my throat to make way for it. Her beautiful cock parted my lips, and I felt a new instinct take over me. I'd sucked off plenty of people, but my Katie Kat was so much more unique than that. There was more for me to learn about our new bodies.

First, her penis was different than a boy's. I didn't know if I had anything to do with it, but estrogen therapy was supposed to make your skin softer, and I supposed that meant all of it. The first thing I noticed about it as it pulsed against the roof of my mouth was how smooth her skin was. I loved how it slid across my lips effortlessly, engorging against my flailing tongues. I felt my mouth fill with liquid, and I realized a new difference. It wasn't just leaking precum from the tip, but from small glands around the edge of the entire head, and each of her thrusts into my mouth filled it quickly.

I finally understood what she meant about pheromones. If my spray had them, then hers must have as well. My head swam as I swallowed my first gulp of her lubrication. It was salty and savory, like dark tea leaves and the dripping fat from a slice of bacon. I needed more. I was **** for her to fill me up again, to explode in my mouth. I wanted to put my tongues up against her hole and drink every drop she could give me. But I would have to wait. As the edges of her head gushed liquid like a sieve, I felt something moving beneath my chin. It smelled musky and warm, and I looked up into Katie's eyes as she stroked it along my neck and chest. I pulled her panties the rest of the way down, and freed my new favorite part of her.

I finally had the answer to what I'd done to Kat. Her balls constricted as she pushed it out of its sheath, moaning with the pleasure of extending her hypermobile phallus. She had more control over it than I had of mine, and I could only continue bobbing up and down on her growing cock, stroking either side with each half of my miniature cock-tongues. It grew swollen as it filled with a new wave of her nectar, then shrank as it coated my throat again. I could hear her grunts, short and stilted, as she pushed it out of her dick, giving me as much as she could bear. I worried for a moment about dehydrating her, and then realized with how much I was drinking, I'd have lubrication to spare when it was her turn to suck on... mine.

Oh right. I had forgotten about mine. It was lying in wait, a small length of it wrapped around my panties like a tentacle, squeezing itself in time with each bob of my head. I wondered if Kat could have multiple orgasms like a real girl, and then chided myself for thinking of her as anything other than a genuine woman. At this point, she had more separate bits of genitalia than the both of us combined in our previous life, and none of it changed how I felt about her. My best friend, my confidant. I swallowed her again, coming up for a breath of air. She met my eyes, pupils wide with pleasure.

I placed one hand on her shaft, reaching down with the other to grasp her by the sheath. It was nearly burning hot to the touch, all of her arousal centered on this part of her anatomy. Her dick was almost a footnote in comparison. "Tell me what you want," I said, my tongues learning their place in my mouth as I transitioned from oral sex to speech. "Give me instructions, Katie Kat."

"Keep calling me that," she moaned. Her tongues hadn't become flaccid, but she was restraining them the best she could. I watched them secrete a cloudy liquid over and over again. Kat was beyond trying to keep herself from drooling at this point, and I reached up to her chest, feeling her trembling chest as my hand traversed her body. I reached her neck, then her chin.

"I'll do anything for you, Katie. My Katie Kat." I didn't have a single conscious thought behind my eyes, just an all encompassing lust that drove me to the brink of insanity. "Tell me."

I felt her sheath swell under my fingers, and it was all she needed to say. I gripped it tightly, and she cried out. "Auuuhhu... Auhgh!" I slid my hand further down her lick, finding it covered in a creamy white layer of lubrication, pourous skin oozing it from every inch. I let go of her cock, keeping my upper tongues' grip tight around it as it squirted with every bob of my head. She ran her fingers through my dark hair, gripping me and pulling my nose all the way to her bush. I was in heaven.

And then it got better. My hands now freed, they could focus on her lick. And as I came up for air once more, I finally had the chance to revel in the masterpiece that was Kat's new body. Her sheath was darkly colored, and the mottled skin of the tentacle-like phallus shifted along its length, starting with a creamy white, transitioning beautifully into a cool veiny blue, and finally settling at the tip of her leaking lower tongue with a deep purple, matching her hair.

"You're so beautiful," I reached down, lifting her whole member up to my face. It was heavier than it looked, dense with muscle, and its entire length twitched against my fingers.

"Suck on me, please, Cassie," she begged. "Oh fuck, please eat me out." I didn't think about it for a second. Her lower tongue reached down into my dress, roping itself around one of my tits. I slid my hands along its edge, wiping her cum-lube off, and collecting it into my hands. I sucked it off my fingers, trying not to waste any. It was sweet, and it almost tasted like icing. I realized I may have changed more than just how things looked and worked. If sex tasted like this, I wasn't sure I would have the time to do anything else with my days. I brought her swollen tip up to my face and stroked it with one hand, licking its massive shaft. I felt each section of her monstrous prehensile tentacle dick between my fingertips, each rib of her moistening skin dragged along my tongues, rubbing it on my nose, my cheeks, my neck. I used her beautiful sex to mark myself as her property. Hers alone to use.

She pointed the tip back and forth, squeezing it like she was about to cum. I grasped it, holding it still, and **** it into my mouth. I felt the tentacles in my own mouth part to make room, one tongue held in each of my cheeks, and her beautiful purple lick rubbed against every part of me as it went down. My tongues gripped its circumference, holes opening at the end for me to suck up each drop of lubrication. Oh god, it tasted so good. It swelled, stretching out her sheath as it pulsed. She cried out, almost a scream as she gripped my head. I couldn't move, and I wouldn't have wanted to if I could. It filled me up, past my split tongue, down and into my throat. It kept coming, and Kat kept dragging my mouth further and further down as the behemoth writhed inside me. I moaned through my nose, feeling the tongues in my mouth squirt on it as I came from each of them. The new influx of lubrication only made it easier for her to penetrate me further. I felt like I was going to die, and I didn't care.

It must have gone all the way down, into my stomach or somewhere else, some new cavity in my alien anatomy. I felt the tip of it settle somewhere between my shoulders and my ribcage. My nose was flooded with her musky scent. My lips could touch her throbbing sheath. Her entire lick was in me. I looked up at her, past her balls and dick. Her breasts heaved, and her mouth contorted into a wince as her eyes rolled back. Each of her cock-tongues extended past her lips, moving in and out, fucking her mouth like a pussy. She let out a wail like I'd never heard before. Her gravelly voice reached my nearly deaf ears as her thighs clenched either side of my head. "I'm squirting... hugnnngh!"

Kat's sheath threatened to break my jaw as it grew, nearly doubling in diameter. I stuck my tongues out as far as I could, licking the edges of her sheath as her entire length filled with my reward. I felt it swell in my cheeks, engorging in my throat, and finally, at long last, her tongue expelled its contents inside me. I let out a muffled scream of encouragement, harmonizing with her own. The whole parking lot could hear us, and it was the last thing I was concerned about.

My stomach, or somewhere above it, filled with her gift. Another screaming wail, and her hips bucked against my face, finally pulling some of her length out of me. It continued to slide out of me, dragging along my now-sore tongues, bringing them nearly to orgasm again as each ridge on her shaft passed my lips once more. When I changed all of reality, I must have been more horny than I realized. I couldn't count the number of parts in my body that now had the ability to orgasm, or spray fluid of one kind or another. It was incredible. I swallowed the leftover lubricant her lick had left behind, some of it dripping off my chin. The tip of her lower tongue made it to my mouth, and sucked on it again, drawing out as much of her as I could. Kat grinned down at me.

A single, strained "Oh god," escaped her cum-covered lips. "I've wanted to do that for years." I smiled up at her, my own face dripping wet. "I didn't know I could do that," she said. "Never gotten more than a few pulses at a time out of it. Wasn't sure I could squirt like a real girl until now."

"A real girl?" I asked. Part of me was stuck on the squirting. I assumed that was something I could do too, now. But the other part of me was staring down a beautiful woman as I wiped her spray from my face. "You are a real girl."

She took a deep breath, and grunted, her lick retracting inch by inch back into its home between her legs. "That's, hnngh, not true. Ughhhnnh... You just played with a dick. Girls don't have those."

"Girls have licks, don't they?" My eyes pleaded with her. "I'm pretty sure everyone has a dick. Or something dick adjacent. Some of us just have a pussy instead of a cock. That doesn't make you any less of a woman."

Her hemipenis settled in, a few inches still exposed in the cooling night air. The tip of her lower tongue wrapped around her ballsack, nestling in place, and she reached down to pull up her panties, still soaking wet. "Okay. Whatever."

She wasn't hearing me. I grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You had to get up and get dressed today. Like a woman. You put makeup on, like a woman. I bet you were harassed or objectified by a man at least two times today." She smirked, despite herself. I pointed at her. "You live the same life that every other woman does. I told you before, I'll fight anyone who says otherwise."

"Thank you." She gave a little puff of her chest. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself. I just got the best lickjob I think anyone has ever gotten, and I'm worrying about gender stereotypes." She pulled a slick hand away from her panties. "Speaking of..."

I stood up, giving myself a stretch. My knees popped a bit. The pavement around us looked like a rainstorm had hit our little patch of parking lot. My outfit wasn't ruined, but I'd been hosed pretty good by Kat's massive member. I only had myself to blame. "What are we going to do about this?" I asked. She tried to sit up, still winded from her sequential orgasms.

"Ah, fuck." She looked around the parking lot, finally remembering our original plan for the night. "I'm surprised security hasn't come to scream at us yet. They've probably got a camera pointed at the parking lot." She hung her head. "I'm going to be so screwed if we get reported for public indecency."

"What, is your mom going to have to arrest you or something?" I said it as a joke, but then realized that could actually end up happening. Not if I had a say. "Hang on."

I looked down at my body, feeling all of my newfound muscles and giving them a flex. I focused this time, my mind cleared a bit from my oral orgasms. My lick wasn't straining to rip my underwear anymore, at least. I wanted to clean us up. I thought about my dress, and the smell of fresh dry cleaning. I imagined Kat's outfit, warm as it was pulled out of the dryer. I opened my eyes and looked down. Reality had obeyed me once again.

"What the fuck?" Kat exclaimed. "Cassie, how the fuck... What just happened?" I smiled with one corner of my mouth.