She awoke the next day with a sense of dread that was fast becoming the standard. She didn't even have to open her eyes. She could feel that it had grown. However, that was not her only concern.

Her crotch felt quite rigid.

In order to investigate she had to sit up on account of her cock-tongue's ever increasing capacity for visual obstruction. Sure enough; she had sprouted another dick. Well to be accurate, her clit had simply transformed.

She wrapped her hand around it.

With two times the morning wood, Serena was feeling quite horny indeed. There would be time for horror later, she though. Her hand started slowly running up and down her six-inch clit-cock. The sudden and surprisingly intense erotic wave washed over her body, causing her to produce a dick-muffled gasp. She was hooked. Her eyes widened in disbelief as her hand quickened it's pace.

As Serena instinctively brought her other hand up to cover her mouth it naturally brushed into her cock-tongue, which she immediately began to jerk as well. It was awkward at first, jacking off a dick at two different ends of her body, but she soon found a rhythm. Breathing was difficult, and in her primal enthusiasm she slipped and hit herself in the face on more than one occasion.

Temporarily bereft of any desire to pace or control herself, Serena came quickly. Two separate jets of jizz began to assail the gaudy brown and gold curtains adjacent to the bed. Through the course of her self-love session she had somehow worked herself to sitting on the edge of the mattress. As she came, Serena emitted a strange sound from her throat that fluctuated quickly between high and low pitches. As her hands slowed their now slick sliding, she gazed, hypnotized, at her white mess running down the filthy fabric. Her eyes mimicked the scene in the form of tears as Serena slumped backward in despair.

She wanted to tell herself how disgusting she was, but she couldn't even do that. Still, she produced a few pathetic, mumbled attempts. In doing so, she realized that her cock-tongue had reached a new threshold; it was now too big to be contained behind her lips even in its flaccid state. There was no hope of hiding it short of covering her entire mouth. After about an hour of wanting to die, she decided it would be best to take a shower.

The shower was a predictable affair. Despite the grunge of the linoleum and the mildew-spotted ceiling, Serena found a way to become completely hot and horny as she attempted to make herself clean. She was soon on her back jerking her clit-dick furiously with both hands as she tried to tit-fuck herself with her tongue. The hot water expired and she didn't even flinch. She climaxed again and again. A sticky mix of cum and water formed a glaze that clung to her boobs. Her hair was nearly turgid with it. In one particular orgasmic spasm, she bashed her shin against the faucet. She realized how cold she was from the water and decided to at last disembark.

After drying, Serena tied her towel tightly around her hips. It was her hope that it would act as a form of chastity belt, or at least provide a barrier to keep her mind off of the ecstatic appendage. She looked around her musky lodgings and sighed through her nose. She noted the light gust of hair down her ever-exposed cock-tongue as she sad down heavily at the foot of her bed. Her breasts jiggled slightly with the cheap springs. She absently scratched her right nipple. There was nothing to do.

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Serena had been watching the gradually darkening sky for what may have been two hours before she heard it. It was unmistakable. Coming from the room adjacent to her headboard was the sound of squeaking springs. There was thumping and heaving breathing. There was fucking.

The cock-mouthed woman quickly crawled up beside the wall and pressed an ear to the wall. Greedily she tried to take in all of the sound as the ripped the towel from her body, her electric clit-dick sprung free already at full mast. Serena's heart jumped with each false yelp and half-hearted moan. As miserable and mechanical as her neighbor's sex must have been in reality, the idea of two people coming together was enough to get the lonely woman off. It was a lullaby, and moments after she came Serena drifted off to sleep in her own enormous wet spot.

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It wasn't until noon the next day that Serena woke up. Her eyes slammed open immediately once she recalled her situation. She felt an erotic tingling all over, and throwing back her stained sheet revealed the cause. Her nipples had apparently decided to take the form of two rather sensitive cocks. They flopped around lazily, teetering atop the tits of their grossly overwhelmed host. What's more, the clit-dick had somehow found a friend, and the two of them held an increased prominence at Serena's now double-cocked crotch.

Serena was beyond feinting or bursting into tearful hysterics. At that moment she understood the plain and simple fact that she had to pass the curse on now. There was no other solution. There was nothing else to do. She was about to fly out the door, start naked and all freak-out, when she realized that a little touch of strategy might not totally be out of place.

She knew two things. One: People would be afraid of her. Even if she were dressed; double boners, phallic nipples, and a slavering dick out the face were not things that could ever slip under the radar outside Ashland. Two: Whores would come to the motel, but generally not until it got darker.

Two points in favor of a night-time operation gave Serena roughly eight ours to plan and die of suspense and shame. The plan was simple: stick to the bushes, listen for women, don't think and just go. Now all she had to do was wait.

Serena looked down at her plethora of penises, then up at the ancient tv sitting in front of her. She was pleased that she was somehow able to keep her hands away from her cock collection. Maybe she was still worn out from yesterday, but she'd take anything she could get.

Turning on the tv, Serena was prepared to be under-whelmed. After flipping through the same three functional channels a few times she felt strangely justified. On the sixth trip through she came to rest on the Spanish-language channel. An incredibly busty Latina was singing a playful song that Serena could only guess was about birds. The woman was gorgeous. She was wearing a red sequined dress with matching heels. Her wavy black hair flowed luxuriously and perfectly framed her angelic face, her full, glistening lips.

Serena was on her knees in front of the television. All five of her dicks were rock-hard. She began to stroke them, but her hands didn't know where to go. She was drowning in options. Her eyes glazed over. Her cock-pierced face held a look of supreme desire and wanting. She was in love with this woman that she could not understand. There was an extended close up of the Latina holding a long note, and Serena went for it.

With a primal grunt of frustration and lust from within she pressed her face against the tingling surface of the tv. Her cock-tongue made contact with the image of the Latina's open, loving mouth. Within instants Serena's tongue was spewing wave after wave of spooge onto the screen. Her other penises joined in as well. Both the television and it's stand were becoming caked with hot love as Serena undulated wildly. She tried to cry out in frustration as she continually failed to crawl through the screen and be with the woman she apparently loved.

Suddenly the screen went black. Serena jumped back in shock, still dribbling out of her various protrusions. She slowly realized that her cum must have infiltrated the inner workings of the device and caused it to short. Defeated, she fell backward and stared at the ceiling.

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After an eternity, darkness fell. Serena was dressed in the only outfit she had; a musky, semen stained t-shirt and a pair of jeans that weren't accustomed to containing a duo of lanky ladycocks. She paused briefly at the door to muster her final reserves of resolve, then headed out into the night.

Being an incredibly shady and out-of-the-way motel, one could easily assume a distinct lack of guests. One would be right. As a place that is kept alive completely by the crusty, dark orifices of the underworld, Serena felt a little better about herself for choosing a victim here. They probably had it coming, or at least that's what she liked to tell herself.

The distant buzz of an old neon sign and the deranged clamor of some unseen ice machine were the only sounds to accompany her as she stalked through the darkness. Serena was very near giving up for the night when at last she heard something hopeful; gentle splashing. Someone was in the pool. She crept toward the scent of chlorine.

There she was. She looked to be flying, as though recently delivered from above. Illuminated from all sides by grimy pool lights, she appeared as a radiant angel. Serena was in awe. She subconsciously leaned forward for a better look. This mysterious woman was not wearing proper swimming attire. Rather, she was adorned in slutty lingerie that appeared to be quite well used, and she filled it well. Her hourglass figure simply wasn't fair. Had she not been staring at her in person, Serena would have sworn that some manner of photo manipulation was at work. As she admired the platinum-haired beauty she could feel her cocks strain against her unwashed clothing. Her tongue began to leak pre-cum.

Gathering her composure, Serena kept her predatory eyes fixed. She was about to make her move when she happened to notice another key component of the scene. Reclining silently in a chair by the side of the pool was a dead man. His gut was still bleeding out, red following the mortar lines. Serena almost screamed. She stumbled backward. The swimming angel stopped at the edge of the pool and looked in Serena's direction.

"Who's there'" The woman said curiously.

Serena was as silent as death.

"Who's fucking there'" The woman said with sudden intensity as she climbed from the pool. She walked over to the dead man and picked up a knife.

"I can fucking here you over there. Show yourself."

Seconds ticked by at a glacial pace.

"I'm not waiting anymore, fucker." The woman began to slowly walk forward, knife ready.

Serena's heartbeat pounded through her body, through her still-hard freak-boners. She knew what she had to do. She carefully walked into the open. Her clothing failed to hide any of her obscene erections.

"Jesus christ..." The woman stared.

The two strangers examined each other in silence. At this proximity, interesting new details of this newcomer's physicality came to light. Her dripping-wet platinum blonde hair was cut carelessly and not well maintained. She sported a very fresh black eye. Scars, bruises, and even some cigarette burns could be found dotting her otherwise flawless skin. Her grey eyes stared sharply from behind an excess of running makeup.

Serena produced an unintelligible mumbling sound as she attempted ridiculously at conceal her absurd penises.

"Alright. Come with me."

Surprised, Serena cautiously followed the strange woman. Without expression the woman grabbed a key out of the dead man's pocket. She lead Serena to the parking lot, where a rusted out old car waited. She didn't say a word. You could cut the tension with a knife, which is exactly what Serena was afraid of. As the woman fumbled with the driver-side lock, Serena's predator instinct noticed opportunity, and she was unable to resist.

She lunged at the woman, who quickly spun around and held her assailant with surprising strength. The knife was at Serena's throat. Despite this, Serena started to cum. It felt as though it had been forever since she had received any form of human contact. Even though death was less than an inch away, she simply could not help herself. She cried out in shame as her spooge began seeping through her clothes and spurting from her face. Her shirt quickly became saturated, her tits clinging to the soggy fabric. She could feel two lines of spooge running down her right leg and into her sock. She even managed to get cum on the knife.

"Calm the fuck down, bitch. I'm trying to help you." The knifewoman finally said after Serena's cry had subsided. She continued a touch quieter;

"I know about a safe-house for freaks like you. Now, get in the back of the fucking car."

Serena's eyes widened as she looked down and nodded. Trying in vein to curb her spurting, she crawled into the back of the car. After a few questionable sounds from the engine, the car started up and headed down the road. Serena silently stared out the window as her driver eventually began to speak.

"So, Dickface, you can call me Stiletto." The driver said and looked into the mirror at her passenger. "Seeing as you can't really introduce yourself, I'm just gonna call you Dickface. I hope you don't mind."

Serena continued to stare downward as her ejaculations at last subsided, dripping the last of their spooge onto the already dirty seats. Stiletto turned her gaze back to the road.

"In case you're wondering" she continued "Yes, I'm a whore. The whore who saved your ass." She briefly checked her black eye in the fold-down mirror.

"Now, in my line of work I've become intimately acquainted with all you new freaks. I'm not really into it, but there is good money in freaks." She looked back at Serena again and added "Sorry, doesn't look like you can afford my freak fee. Fuck, I bet you couldn't even afford my regular fee."

She drove in silence for a moment more before continuing.

"Anyway, there's this new group that formed recently. They call themselves the Sisters of Ashland. They want to help out freaks like you. Of course, most of them are freaks themselves."

Serena was intrigued, and for the first time since she could remember, a little hopeful. She wanted to ask questions. She looked around for a piece of paper.

"So, Dickface, how long you been a freak'"

Serena stared strangely at her strange savior, then decided to just keep staring out the window and try to figure out where they were going. Her newfound feeling of hope began to shrink the moment they turned onto a old bumpy dirt road. The car was soon swallowed up by a great dark forest. Serena's mind began to race.

Is this a trick' Where is she taking me' Is there a market for sex freaks'

These thoughts continued into the darkness for quite some time. Needless to say, by the time they reached the end of the dirt road Serena's nerves were in ribbons. They were exactly in the middle of nowhere.

"Alright Dickface, out of the car. There should be a supply of food and water in there. The key's under the mat. I'll let 'em know your out here, and someone should be along to help you out."

Serena slowly got out of the car. She looked at the cabin and back at Stiletto.

"That's it Dickface. Good luck."

Stiletto drove away, leaving Serena in the dark. The sound of insects and nocturnal nightlife was nearly cacophonous. Serena was terrified. Fumbling, she found her way inside and locked the door behind her. There was no other choice.

Much to her pleasure the cabin was humble but cozy. More importantly, it was not full of people prepared to do any number of unspeakable things to her. Still, the fact remained that she was lost deep in the woods, a lonely monster who was a mere night's sleep away from becoming even more twisted. Serena collapsed on the bed and cried herself to sleep.

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Serena awoke to a knock at the door. She looked around the room frantically as she began to recall where she was. Morning light filtered through the green leaves outside of the window.

More knocking.

"Hello! Is anyone in there'" A warm, friendly voice called. It was not Stiletto.

Serena quickly took stock of herself. Not only had a third cock sprouted from her crotch, her dick-nipples had doubled in number. Also, she had apparently soaked the bed with cum in her sleep. She could really use a wash.

The knock came again.

"Ms... Dickface' Are you in there Ms Dickface' My name in Ella Fair. I'm here with the Sisters of Ashland."

Serena remembered Stiletto mentioning that organization. She took heart. Wrapping the damp sheet around herself, she crept toward the door.

"Ms Dickface, please open up. I'm here to help you." Ella spoke without a hint of frustration.

Serena slowly unlocked and opened the door and was met with a cute, smiling woman. Ella was slight of frame with short blonde hair, though not quite a pixie cut. She was dressed in light colors with a white button-up blouse and a long light-purple skirt. She wore white heels.

"Good morning Ms Dickface! I hope I didn't wake you. Luckily I was near town when Ms Stiletto contacted me. I'm so happy I was able to reach you!"

Ella beamed a cute smile. She was totally unfazed by Serena's appearance. Serena's sheet fell to the ground and she began to cry.

"Oh, come now Ms Dickface. There is no reason to be ashamed. I'm here to help you." Ella hugged Serena warmly and didn't let go. "We're going to get to the bottom of your recent development. You are now a part of a community who loves and cares for you. You are among friends."

Try as she might to fight the desire, Serena could not help herself. All of her would-be savior's genuine compassion and good intentions could not overshadow Serna's lust of lips. Dreadfully, she grabbed Ella's head and positioned her unwieldy cock-tongue into position for entry.

"Oh! Ms-"

Ella was cut off as Serena's cock-tongue plunged into her mouth. She never stood a chance. Almost instantly Serena blow her load. Still locked in embrace, the two of them fell with Ella pinned under Serena's cum-spewing body. The gentle woman let out a high-pitched moan as wave after wave of cum slid down her throat. She kicked and shoved and eventually freed herself.

After some coughing and spitting Ella looked at Serena.

"Ms... Dickface... that behavior is not acceptable... uh... if you cannot restrain yourself, I will be forced to..."

Serena was on all fours, still cumming hard, but with gradually decreasing force. She didn't know what went wrong. Did she really just attack that sweet woman' Why was she still cursed' She looked at Ella pathetically. Ella's clothes were ruined. She crouched down beside Serena and placed a hand on her back as the jizzing subsided.

"Now, come with me inside, and please keep your hands to yourself." Ella said with a look of concern.

Inside, Ella locked the door behind them.

"I will excuse your outburst Ms Dickface. I was warned before hand that you were a grabber. Please know, however, that one of our organization's points of emphasis is self-control. That is something we will work on with you."

Ella looked down at her cum-drenched clothing.

"Well, you certainly did make a mess." She said with a strange little smile.

"Now is as good a time as any, I suppose. Ms Dickface, I am going to share with you my own condition now. This is not an invitation to sex, but rather, I am showing my solidarity with you. Most of us in the Sisters of Ashland know first-hand what it is like to be altered. We share our conditions in an effort to combat the ill effects of shame."

With that, Ella began to quickly unbutton her blouse and remove her bra. There was nothing abnormal about her pert breasts. Next she took off her long skirt. This revealed a long-slender cock that extended almost all the way to the floor. Had she not been wearing her tall heels she would in fact be dragging it on the floor. The base of her cock-head was adorned with a cute bow cut of the same material as her skirt. Beneath the base of her cock rested two tight golf ball-sized balls. Ella blushed slightly.

"I was present at the Ashland Incident. I do not like to say that I got off better than others. I did, after all, lost my womanhood entirely."

Ella demonstrated by first trying to push her package aside, then turned around and bent over. Her vagina was in fact absent.

"I always wanted to have children. To be a mother..." Ella fought back a tear.

"Regardless, I am not better than you, I am not worse than you. We are both sisters in a common cause. The sooner we can cast aside our shame, the better. Who knows, maybe someday we will even find a way to reclaim what we've lost."

Ella took a deep breath and turned around to pull a clipboard out of a nearby drawer. Serena couldn't help but notice the way Ella's long cock swung with each movement, sometimes lightly bumping the legs of the furniture.

"What I need to do now is gather as much information as I can on your condition. Here you will find a simple checklist of common conditions we've run across as well as ample space to describe your unique position. Every bit helps us to help you."

As soon as Serena got her hands on the pen and paper she scrawled in big letters "MY NAME IS SERENA" and showed it to Ella.

"Oh, heavens. I am so sorry." Ella blushed and looked Serena in the eyes. "I had assumed that Dickface was a pseudonym that you had provided to maintain anonymity. I should have known better. Stiletto can be such a b-... difficult woman to work with sometimes."

Ella sighed.

"Still, we must thank her for bringing in the cases that she does."

As Serena reviewed the checklist of common conditions she actually began to feel a little better about herself. Hyperactive pheromones' Nope. Semen addiction' Thank god no. Phalicization of arms/legs' Hell no. Then there it was, as though it were as common as the flu or chicken pox; Phallic Tongue. She checked that box as well as Phallic Nipples, Clitoral Transformation, Numerous Penises (More than Four), and Continual Alteration. She then used the blank space to tell her story. After she finished, Ella read it immediately.

"Oh, very interesting. This is actually more of a curse than an outright alteration... and it can be reversed' Serena, you are tremendously lucky! I do not know why it was not transmitted to me, though I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I am already altered."

Ella briefly appeared vacant as she thought quickly.

"I need to go. I'll make some calls. I know I can get you the help you need. We can clear you of this curse in a controlled environment with a willing volunteer, thereby taking it off the street." Ella bright smile faded a little. "Unfortunately I don't have anywhere else I can take you for now. But don't worry! This cabin is safe, and I won't be gone long. Three days max."

Serena whined in protest. Ella put a hand on her shoulder.

"I know this is not ideal, but our organization is still quite small. We have limited resources with an increasing demand. Unfortunately you have demonstrated to my that you lack the necessary self-control to be out in public. I will be back as soon as possible with the help you need. I have every confidence that you will be cured within the week."

Ella gave Serena a quick hug, then started to dress back into her cum-stained clothing.

Serena fidgeted. She was scared of being left alone. It showed on her face.

"I'm sorry. This is the best we can do for now. Hold tight Serena, we're going to help you."

One more hopeful smile and Ella was gone.

As Serena watched her visitor climb into a white convertible and drive away, all hope began to melt. She knew this was pointless. Ella's altered state is not what had saved her. The problem was simply that Serena had held the curse for too long. She couldn't pass it on. It was a part of her now. It was her now.

For the first time in her life, Serena considered suicide. Then she thought of Ella. Something strange happened. She realized she couldn't do that to Ella. She had only just met her, but the sheer radiance of her hope seemed to have grabbed on to something deep inside. Serena resolved to hold out for Ella's plan, for Ella's sake.

It would not be easy. She decided to keep a log:

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DAY 1:

Dicks: 8 (4 tit, 3 crotch + tongue)
I met Ella Fair today. She is so sweet. She is with the Sisters of Ashland and she said they can help me. I hope so.

DAY 2:

Dicks: 14 (8 tit, 5 crotch + tongue)
I never thought my life would end up like this. I'm a fucking freak. My tits look like perverted cow udders or something. Why is this happening' I'm so horny all the time. I can't stop thinking about all the women I saw recently and how I want to fuck them and turn them into a freak like me. I can't stop thinking about Ella's long dick and how much I want to play with it. Wrap it around my waste and my face. See how deep it can go into my cunt. Fuck. I spent all day jacking off yesterday. Time for more.

DAY 3:

Dicks: 20 (10 tit, 9 crotch + tongue)
I'm so scared. Ella said she would arrive today. It's dark out. I need to see her, or anyone. I have so many dicks, and they just keep getting bigger. As I write this my tongue is hanging between my tits and about three inches away from my bellybutton. Another thing; my finger tips feel very weird and sensitive. I'm scared shitless. I need Ella or anyone to save me.

4:
DKS: 3### (1# # FK IT###
GOD FUKING ## ME FI#GERS NOW DIK# #AN'T EVEN W#IT# N#W

(((This final entry was covered in cum stains.)))
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Serena threw her pen to the floor. In a particularly cruel turn of events, her fingers had taken the form of cocks, which were presently oozing semen and making any form of grip impossible. She couldn't even write anymore. She stared out the window into the night and the empty driveway.

On the fifth day she had a very difficult time convincing herself to leave the bed. At well over thirty enormous penises jutting off of her various parts it became an ordeal simply moving from one room to the next. Before long each door frame had its own slick layer of semen which, while not produced intentionally, did serve to aid in slipping through the now tight space.

On the sixth day she didn't leave her bed at all. Her legs had become two enormous cocks. Her once rich range of human emotion was now reduced to two often interlaced modes; horny-ness and despair. She would wake, jack off, and slip unconscious again. This cycle continued all day until around 10 PM. In the midst of a masturbation session, she saw headlights.

She wanted to get up. She heard a car door slam. She tried to get up. There was a knock at the door. She couldn't get up. The knocking grew louder and louder. She couldn't get up.

"Open the fucking door!" Stiletto shouted. "Dickface! Open the goddamn door!"

Serena moaned loudly to no avail.

Kicking. Smashing. Hitting. Crash! The door flew open.

"Dickface! Fuck. It smells fucking terrible in here. Dickface, are you alright' Holy shit..."

Stiletto walked in on the nest of cocks the bedroom.

"Dickface I... don't remember you having all that..."

Stiletto's pretty mouth was agape. Serena moaned.

"Listen, that bitch Ella says that she has a lot of kinks to work out in developing some kind of fucking system to keep whatever the fuck you got in control. Fucking planning. A waste of goddamn time. You're fucking dying out here, right'"

Serena stared at the battered angel through tears.

"I'm here to help. Just this once I'm gonna waive my 'freak fee' and give you a freebie. I'm only doing this 'cause I don't wanna see that bitch Ella wasting more goddamn time."

Stiletto began to undress.

"So, I heard you fucked little miss perfect's mouth pretty good! You didn't get a damn thing for it either, did ya' Well, I'm all fucking cunt; a real woman. No 'alterations'. Gotta see if I can get that dick."

Serena tried to reach out to visitor with a dickful hand.

"Alright, jesus fucking christ, I don't even know which one is your tongue. How have you been eating' Fuck. Alright, there you are." Stiletto fumbled around, finally reaching her target. "You know, you'd have a pretty fucking face if you would take a fucking shower."

She grabbed the cock-tongue and put it in her mouth. It came instantly, along with every other one of Serena's cocks in her massive collection. Throughout her lifetime of whoring, Stiletto had experienced many things, but never before had she heard the sound of so many dicks cumming in unison. The white honey went in every direction. As Stiletto swallowed, a look of bewilderment came over her face.

Much to her rapture, Serena could feel her body changing. Amidst the musky flood she was shifting back to normal. Gone were the tit-dicks, finger cocks, and dong legs. As all of her other climaxing organs melted away she was at last left with her faithful pussy, which was presently cumming harder that it ever had in her entire life. She shrieked in the ecstatic pleasure of it all.

Oohha--uuhha! Uh! Uck! Uck!" Stiletto looked scared for once as she found herself unable to speak.

Serena did not notice. As her heavenly orgasm at last began to subside, she began to experiment.

"Oh...um ah! Hey! Oh shit! Oh shit hey! I can talk! I can talk! Ya ya ya ya hammmmm. Tat. Tit. Fuck yeah!" As she spoke, Serena's eyes were practically glowing, but her victory rush was halted when she noticed Stiletto's fear.

"Oh god, thank you so much!"

Stiletto, dick hanging from her mouth, looked wide-eyed at Serena.

"I owe you so much. Word's can't express what you've done for me!" Serena grabbed her friend's hand. "Don't worry. I'll stick with you. You're not going to be alone."

Stiletto stuck her tongue out further and looked at Serena longingly.

"I... you want to make out now, don't you'"

Stiletto nodded enthusiastically. Serena took a deep breath.

"It's the least I can do."