The packaging of the shipment.

Your head clears as you distance yourself from your orgasm by a few moments, and you begin to think more clearly about the situation.

"The best place to start," you say, "is with where you got the lollipops. Where's the box?"

Alison hops to her feet and skips over to the trash can in the kitchen. You admire her slender body again as she crosses the room, and Caitlyn seems to sniff your re-arousal. She runs her tongue along the tip of your cock, cleaning up the bit of juice that had oozed out. She kisses the tip and flashes a smile at you, a smile that seems the first time since the transformation that you've seen her looking relaxed. You can't help but return her smile, and you feel your cheeks flushing a little.

"Got it!" Alison scurries back to the couch with the packaging from the shipment and spreads out the information on the coffee table.

You begrudgingly nudge Caitlyn away from your cock and lean over the table to investigate. You run your fingers across the packing slip and notice a website, "www.naughtysuckers.ca," at the top of the label. "Hmm, is this the website you bought the lollipops from?"

Alison shakes her head. "No way, it was a regular candy site. I'd have remembered freaking Naughty Suckers." She stands up and dashes to her bedroom, then returns with her laptop. You can't help but grin as you internally acknowledge that, in your imagination, these girls already did walk around naked all the time in their apartment, doing mundane things like shopping online.

"Okay, so that's pretty fucked up." Alison's voice snaps you back to the present.

"What's weird?" you ask.

"See for yourself." She pushes the laptop towards you, and you are able to view the home page of the Naughty Suckers website.