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Turner looked up and scrunched his brow.

"What's that?" Up came a finger.

Across from him, his studying partner glanced at his appendage. She cast her gaze down to her chest, at which it was pointing, and was prepared to come back with a smart comment. Instead, her eyes flew to her brow, and she opened her mouth to say, "Holy shit..." Dropping her book, her hands came to rest on two strange bulges protruding out of her body. "I have no idea."

Beside her, Allie chewed on a Pocky. "Maybe you're hiding, like, watermelons under your shirt."

"And why would I do that, Allie." Obviously unamused, the redheaded co-ed rolled her eyes. She began to squeeze the two bags of flesh, then tugged her neckline up. It slapped back down as she dug a tooth into her cheek. "Yep. Those are definitely not watermelons."

Turner leaned forward. Inquisitively, he reached out and poked one with a pencil, pushing the eraser side of it into one of the two mysterious things on his friend's chest. As it dug into his friend's shirt, he shrugged. "Maybe you have, like, cancer or something."

"Stop that, Turner, that's not funny." The redhead reprimanded him. "Besides, I know someone who died from that. It's no joke."

"Okay, okay." A brown-haired, neat looking fellow shut his own book, looking his mates in the eye. "Let's not start. Turner, that was a bit out of turn."

The spurned college student mumbled a sort of sincere sorry.

"Leiah," the brown haired man cradled his chin with a set of fingers, "you mind showing us what you have underneath that shirt? Maybe we could find out with a closer look."

Leiah obliged and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up to her collar bone. The two large, spherical, bags of flesh emerged bouncing into view. They had the shape of three-dimensional teardrops, if the bottom circular portion was sufficiently raised and rounded in a very diametric fashion. The two spheres looked very ginormous, and in the middle were ironically eraser-like buds surrounded by a purplish circle of skin, textured in a slightly less smooth patch. Instantly, the group around the table conjured a mental image of inserting those buds into their mouths and tasting it with their tongues, and released a collective breath of air.

"See? Look at these things... I've never seen something like this before." A baffled Leiah testily cupped one with a hand, turning it up to face her gaze. She squeezed it, and leaned her face down, one eye closed, as if examining a block of wood.

"I'm wet," sighed Allie, suddenly, her chair a host to a pool of vaginal secretions poring through her jeans.

"I'm hard. Like, really, really fucking hard." Turner looked down as semi-white, semi-translucent fluid oozed out of the tip of his penis, which was forming an impressively skin-tight contour through his groin area. The liquid softly gushed out, like paste from a palpitated bottle, which was odd, since he was wearing jeans, and had no tear there as far as he could recall.

Freddie, the brown-haired fellow in the buttoned shirt, grabbed his penis and squeezed it through his pants. He then began rubbing it, palm open. "Hey. You guys want to... I don't know. Put your finger up my cock hole?"

Allie shrugged, adjusting her butt on her now wet chair. "Sure. I just got a manicure, too, but oh well. Actually, I think it would even add a nice sheen to my nails."

Grinning, Turner smacked Freddie on the chest. "Bro, I've always wondered how the inside of your penis would feel! I'm so down!"

Freddie rolled his eyes, spread his legs, and coughed up some spit before projecting it onto the carpet of the library. "Don't start going gay on me. I'm just asking you to finger fuck my penis, not get in a relationship or anything."

"Yadda, yadda."

As the three of them converged, Leiah remained transfixed on the two soft bowling balls on her torso. She gave her left one a squeeze, and to her surprise, a stream of white liquid shot out of the bud in the center. It traveled across the room, to a couple sitting at another table by the horror section. It landed messily across the girl's right eye and the left side of the man's nose. They didn't appear to mind, however, continuing on with their animated conversation, faces adorned in the strange creamy substance. The girl blinked irregularly a few times, batting the liquid out of her lashes, but doing nothing to remove it. "Huh. Strange..."