Recently wrote this as a trade with Demon-man, enjoy!

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Different Strokes
Kelly once again found herself at the familiar club scene, as she did most nights. The grinding dances, bouncing bass, the heavy mixed drinks, men drooling after her, she loved every second of it! This lavish lifestyle didn't come cheap, but with her trust fund it didn't matter, a fact she made an effort to express. Most of the bartenders went heavy on her drinks and bounces let her do as she pleased in the hopes of a healthy tip. All these factors combined to make for a crazy night! But her friends were about to call it a day, Kelly however refused to call it quits! She instead ditched them at the VIP lounge and decided (against her better judgement) to take the party outside and to another of the many clubs in Ondoor. She speeded down the oddly empty city roads, over lines, down one ways, and finally blew past a stoplight where the last thing she would remember was the sight off headlights smashing into her passenger side door and the *POP* of her airbags.
Monica raced as fast as the speed limit would allow her back to the library where she'd forgotten her book bag. She'd spent the whole day there studying for her test tomorrow, one that counted for thirty present of her grade. A straight A student like Monica had nothing to worry about, but she didn't leave anything to chance. How she could have forgotten her bag with all her notes at the library but not her small purse and keys was beyond her but it had happened, and she still had time to study tonight. She only had five minutes left to get there, at this rate she'd make it- that was until she was cut off at a green light with no time to react.
Misha walked as quickly as he could alchemy bag in hand through the hospital corridors. He was already late for the appointment with his clients. He'd somehow broken his glasses throughout the day and was unable to find his contacts. With his poor eyesight he was forced to take a cab. He repeated the room number in his head, “308, 308, 308... Ah! Here it is!” He entered the sterile hospital room. With a steady *beep* from the monitoring device and his clients under anesthesia (as he had directed) Misha went to work making the final perpetration (suddenly grateful that he used such a large print on his labels) for the two lovebirds transformation. The two girls Nadeem and Julie were one of the cutest couples he'd ever seen. There transformation was admirably odd and Misha was happy to help bring them together. With his concoction settling he took to preparing his clients. He started by dropping the beds side guards down and pushing them together, letting their arms touch and removing their hospital gowns. He took a silent moment to admire their female bodies before going back to work. He added another line to both their IVs and drawing them together. He checked their vitals one last time to make sure they were well under from the anesthesia. fusion transformations sometimes were very painful, the nerves colliding usually caused discomfort as they melded together. With everything in place and not wanting to wait any longer he attached his potion to the joined IVs and watched the magic go to work.
Slowly the two girls bodies seemed to pull closer together, pulling the sheets under their bodies. Once their arms touched the flesh slipped into one another, the bone liquefying and devolving as they were brought shoulder to shoulder. Simultaneously their other arms began to retract into bodies leaving them without any limbs on their now shared torso. Their lower extremities were also affected. Their inner legs like their arms also fused together except their now shared leg retained a fleshy cylindrical shape, the skin wrinkled back and forth still transforming. The shared buttocks swelled, and sagged between the the two, dropping into a tier shape below the changing leg, the foot now deformed and swollen. Their other legs also changed, the feet most noticeably at first. Each of the toes grew longer and more flexible, a strange cross between a hand and foot. Suddenly the heels of each foot shot up the foreleg and the thighs swelled with muscle and mass. Their bodies pulled closer and closer leaving only a small gap between their heads. The duo's respective breasts began to swell as the skin started to change, becoming more wrinkled and saggy. At this point the combined leg had completed it's change, now simply a gigantic penis shared by the two girls. It's shaft stretched two and a half feet high and easily as thick as a two liter bottle. As their shared body settled from the transformation both heads seemed to soften, losing definition and features. The necks also changed, growing thicker and longer in length, inch by inch until both misshapen heads rested two feet off their shoulders. Both heads finished their transformations in unison, like looking into a mirror. Their mouths turned on their sides, now vertical as teeth melted away. Cheeks puffed as did the rest of the head as they took a more bulbous shape, hair falling out in clumps as a glan shaped its way onto the top of their heads before the skin changed to a slight pink/purple hue. Both girls had now been turned into two conjoined, cock headed monsters with matching ball. Misha wiped a tear from his eye after seeing his work complete, he just loved bringing couples closer together.
When Kelly started to wake up the first thing she noticed was how lose her body felt. She didn't remember the night before, as were most nights but that usually came along with a tight jointed hangover. So why did she feel so limber. She reached up with her hand to wipe the sleep from her eyes but nothing responded. She must have been laying on her arms, now they were asleep. She wiggled her fingers and shifted her shoulders but nothing ever came.
She then remembered a flash of light, headlights! Had she been driving?an accident? Oh god! Had she lost her arms!? She frantically tossed herself around on the bed trying to feel something of her body, something was definitely wrong! Her whole body felt wrong. Then something braced her down, stopping her struggle, a pair of hands, followed by another and another. Someone was saying something, she couldn't hear them clearly. It was muffled, she suddenly realized she'd been opening her eyes but all she saw was dark. She tried to scream, to yell, to do something! She tried to listen to the voice, it was so soft, muffled, like she was wearing ear plugs. Slowly it came to her, almost like a whisper "stretch your neck" it said. Thinking she had nothing to lose she relaxed and tilted her chin up, doing the best she could. To her surprise her neck stretched, further then it should. Further than anyone's neck should ever stretch. As she did she felt a strange relief from it, suddenly her eyes were bathed in light, blinding her, and her hearing returned. "Oh good girl! I knew you could do it!" The voice called to her, like a bell it rang around her head. As her eyes adjusted she took in her surrounding.
She suddenly wished she'd been blind again...
What she saw was the white walls of what was clearly a hospital room, but what she saw next to her was startling! Facing her was a large penis head, soft pink in color and the size of a basketball, on either side of her... slit ... Were a pair of chocolate colored eyes. The rest of the giant penis supported its head like a cobra, at its base sat its large matching scrotum, half covered by Kelly's bed sheets. Underneath Kelly's sheets? Why was this thing in bed with her!? She carefully examined the mass underneath the sheet, the large cock seemed to have a leg, as she followed the body leading to her half of the bed she slowly realized the horror. Another strange appendage laid under the sheets below Kelly's half. She tried kicking and the leg reacted, dragging the sheet with it helping to reveal her body. What she had thought to be her breasts were in fact a matching scrotum identical to the cock monster...
As a sense of clarity came over her she frantically kicked off the rest of the sheets. Her fear was realized. Below her ball-breasts Kelly was conjoined to the other cock at the waist, more terrifying was the semi erect penis they shared between their legs, even now it stood a foot and a half long.
She scanned the room for one last horror. She already knew what she would find, but she had to be sure. A mirror. Mounted on the wall to her left she found it. Looking at herself she only saw the fat bulbous head of a penis. With her own dark emerald eyes seated atop... a slit...
When Kelly woke up, she took a sigh of relief, that had all been a nightmare, nothing more. Then she saw the hospital room mirror and her green eyes looking back at her dick-face. "Kelly, you fainted how do you feel?" a doctor in the white coat asked her shining his penlight in her eyes. Tiers started to well up and she began to cry uncontrollably, more so when she realized she couldn't wipe them away herself. She sobbed until she ran dry, the doctor waited in the corner, pity was written on his face, Kelly's new sister or twin lied limp on the bed, facing away from her.
When Kelly finally stopped her crying she took a deep breath through her slit mouth and asked the doctor "What happened, why did this happen..." "You were in a car accident, you were found unconscious with minor injuries along with Miss Hollows" he gestured to her new twin before continuing. "You were brought in and placed in anesthesia to help stabilize your condition. It's hospital policy that you two be kept together in the same room in order to gather a statement for the police upon your recovery." Kelly looked at him, still waiting to hear the rest. "Just two doors down from you was another couple under anesthesia, they were going to be fused together as a wedding gift..." Kelly's eyes widened as she connected the dots "You mean to tell me that I'm a conjoined freak because... Of... A HOSPITAL MIX UP?!?!" She somehow screamed from her slit. Her one testical bobbed up and down as she took fuming breaths. The doctor loosened his tie a little before stating again "No, it wasn't a hospital mix up. The alchemist performing the transformation got the wrong room, and mistook you and Ms. Hollow for his clients."
"WHERE IS HE?!”
"He's being held at the police station on 5th and Main. His license has already been revoked."
"I wanna press charges this instance!" Kelly's heart monitor was spiking like a jackpot slot machine.
"You can Miss Noir, but please understand that you need to rest, the transformation is still unstable and you could hurt yourself and Miss Hollow!"
Kelly tried to calm down, hard as it was, but soon the monitor slowed. She looked to her twin who faced the opposite wall, either asleep or uninvolved in the conversation.
"If alchemy got me into this mess it can get me out!" She snapped back to the doctor. "Call the resident alchemist." The doctor bit his lip, clearly he was hoping to avoid this conversation. "We already consulted him. He says it's impossible to split you back to normal." he stood up and opened a folder pulling out an X-ray photo and clipping it to a back light. From the X-Ray Kelly could see her shared skeletal system; legs, pelvis, and a partial rib cage. The rest of her body was cock flesh and blood vessels. She shared a set of large lungs, a stomach, and a heart with her twin. "We're told that you're merging was so refined and well planed that any attempt at splitting you two would either leave you dead or more drastically transformed."
Kelly suddenly realized she wasn't alone in this, or ever for that fact. Being a walking cock monster was bad, but not as bad as being dead or even more twisted. She looked back at her twin, pity for the their shared situation. "Miss Hollow as already informed of all this as well. She woke up some time before you did..." The doctor interrupted. "She took it just as hard as you..."
"Please doctor, just leave me... us alone, it's just too much right now." Kelly instructed him, the crushing depression in her voice was heartbreaking. He left silently taking the X-ray photo with him. Kelly held up her limp head desperately wanting to cry again, but her eyes were dried up. She thought to prod at her twin, but considering how she looked it might be best to leave her alone. Without options Kelly just lied in the bed staring at the ceiling contemplating her predicament, summing it up in one shallow breath "Fuck..."
Two days of silence passed in the hospital room. Despite being conjoined neither Kelly or Monica spoke to each other. Had they though they'd have shared how every morning they woke up thinking it was a bad dream, only to face the other and remember it wasn't so. They'd have shared how they thought the hospital food tasted like crap, or how the water reminded them of a iron pipe. Shared how they hated that all the nurses looked at them funny through the doorway. Or that they could really use a cigarette, even though Monica never smoked, now it seemed like it didn't matter. But one thing that they did share was the empty feeling inside. Words couldn't do it honor; sadness, depression, hopelessness. Nothing held a candle to this "my-life-is-over" feeling they shared.
After two full days of silence Kelly broke the wall. She woke up and nudged her twin's foreskin with her head, like a dog trying to play fetch with its owner. Slowly Monica slinked out of her fleshy sheath of skin, bobbing her head to face her twin. "Hi... I'm Kelly... Um... What's your name?" Kelly struggled with the words not wanting to come out awkward, however their situation guarantied that would be impossible. "Monica, Monica Hollow." She replied in a dull tone. "Oh, that's such a pretty name..." Kelly wanted to stuff her foot in her mouth, slit (on second thought that sounds painful) a pretty name? Who says that?! the room was silent, maybe this was a bridge that just couldn't be crossed? "What do we do now?" Monica asked in her flat tone. "Live our lives as giant cocks I guess." Kelly shrugged her neck, trying to make a joke.
"I don't know how to be a cock..."
"It's easy, I've been doing it my whole life, everyone always says I'm a dick anyhow!" Kelly tried to chuckle more convincingly at her own joke. The room was silent again.
Until Monica wobbled with a snicker then bursting into a full on laughing fit. An odd sight to see a giant cock laughing back and forth. Odder still when Kelly broke out laughing with her. As they rocked back and forth slim strands of pre flung across the room. It was the first time since the accident that either of them felt something other than crushing despair.
The two couldn't have been more different. Monica was studying to become a engineer at the Ondoor Institute of Technology. Kelly had dropped out of her general studies course two times already. Monica worked nights at a movie theater. Kelly couldn't remember most of her nights. Monica lived alone in an efficiency apartment. Kelly had a penthouse in the middle of town she often woke up with a dozen unknown guests. The list went on as the two shared small details about one another's personal lives, new living arrangements would have to be made but that was for another time.
The next day they were introduced to a new staff member. A physical therapist specialized in the newly transformed. She helped them out of the bed and into a wheel chair and headed for the hospital gym. The gym was filled with all sorts of equipment, weights, mats, and balls. Their trainer parked them at the end of a large matted area. The way their new body seemed to work is that they both had control of their own half. Meaning walking would have to be a coordinated effort.
Monica reached out with her foot and planted it on the mat. Kelly nervously reached out, following her lead. They stood for only a second before toppling forward onto the mat, landing right on their oversized balls. Never having testicals before the two could only describe the pain as a crippling numbness that spread throughout their body. It rocked them as they curled up on the floor trying to recover. After some time it passed though and Kelly and Monica were now faced with the difficult challenge of standing up on there own. They repeated the process three times, each time falling over onto their testicals. Finally their trainer stopped them and helped get them back into the wheelchair. She put them in bed and said they'd try again tomorrow.
The next day yielded the same result, as did the day after that. They rested in bed with a cold crippling numbness across their body. But on the fourth day they made progress. Sitting up from the wheelchair they balanced! They both held their collective breath. A strange sense of vertigo overtook Monica as she prepared for the pain of falling. Only when they stopped and looked at the angle of their view did they notice the difference, they were both arching their shafts! It resembled a flamingo with a fat neck. Before they'd tried to stand straight and the weight of their ginormous balls would pull them forward to the ground. It was a huge success for them, but also a crashing blow. It was one more piece of their humanity gone. A simple thing such as posture would now remind them they were now some deformed freak. After that bitter victory they asked to be done for the day. After three days of failure their trainer felt inclined to let them rest some more.
The next morning was regular, or what had become regular now. The attendants brought them breakfast: slightly chilled smoothies and jello. With nothing but a urethra for a mouth eating was a hard thing to become adventurous with. Luckily they could still taste the food the same way, eating was strange now though as with many aspects of their body it was like watching a bird eat. Taking a gulp or bite and throwing their head back repeatedly to swallow.
After breakfast another orderly would come give them their sponge bath. It had been embarrassing at first. Monica caught glimpses of the orderlies assigned giving them a "weird" look, like they were getting something out of the act too. Kelly however was starting to like it, a form of pampering she simply chalked it up to.
Once they were cleaned they would go to their physical therapy. Standing and gaining their balance was a big step. Walking would take some getting used to though. It was a shared labor. Kelly would take a step and Monica would take the next. It was a strange sensation since both could feel the others foot moving. Like it was their own only the leg was guided by a ghost. Straight lines were basic. Turning became just as difficult as standing as they had to shift their weight to pivot on the turning foot. After the fifth day they were mobile, slow and cumbersome, but nevertheless capable.
In the weeks that followed they simply practiced learning to live again. Therapy consisted of sitting in chairs, opening doors, climbing stairs, and even sprinting. The fact that their body shared all sense of touch below their shafts helped greatly. With their steady progress they would be allowed to check out of the hospital in only a few days time.
"Kelly, Monica. You have some visitors who would like to talk to you" announced the doctor as he walked in, two women right behind him. Monica and Kelly turned to face their company, Kelly clicked the power button to the TV on its remote with one of her toes. Luckily their toes were jointed like fingers giving them a limited but useful way to interact with the world around them at least.
"I'd like to introduce you to Nadeem and Julie Rose. They were the clients the transformation was intended for, and now that you're a week away from release the therapy staff thought it was appropriate that you four be allowed to meet." The room was filled with an awkward silence as the two couples stared each other down. "Right... I'm just going to adjust your medications here and come back in a little." Said the doctor as he fiddled about the monitors and dismissed himself.
The room was silent. A tension filled the room. Monica and Kelly both stared at the people that were in some way, partially responsible for their new living arrangements. Though, looking at the two now it was easy to see how they could have been mistaken. Kelly saw her old figure and long black hair in the one and Monica could have easily been a sister to the other, the only exception being her old glasses.
Nadeem and Julie held the tense gaze with the creature they'd so desperately wanted to become. It was like looking at a dream that had been stolen.
Monica was the one who finally broke the silence. "It's not their fault we’re like this, it was a complete accident. A long string of unknown events. Besides they're just as mad about this as we are." She glanced to Kelly at the end.
It seemed like that was what everyone needed to hear. All four of them relaxed, Nadeem and Julie took a seat beside their bed. "She's right, this was all a crazy act of god. The only person responsible has already been punished and we have to move past that." Nadeem said with a heavy sigh. They all took a moment to let it set in. Kelly finally got down to business "so, what brings you to see us today? I doubt it was to rub salt in a wound?" Julie gave her a scow. "Yes, you're right. The reason we're here is to tell you about your body." Nadeem interrupted, rubbing her hand on Julie's leg, a 'cut it out' signal, it seemed. Julie chimed in "Think of it as a personal sex-ed seminar."
Kelly and Monica were nervous to hear what they had to say, but it would need to be covered sooner or later. The both nodded in sync.
Nadeem cleared her throat, "Okay then. As you know, the transformation was custom. We worked closely with Misha to design our perfect body..." she waved her hand at to the former girls. "So in a way, we know you better than you do. First off I'm sure you noticed that you have a shared sense of touch bellow your balls." The two again nodded. "This will better help you coordinate with each other like walking or eating. Speaking of which, you both have a semi- shared digestive tract. It's separate until the colin but you will share nutrients with each other."
Neither Kelly or Monica had given waist much thoroughly until now, recalling that they'd been given a catheter and ostomy bag since they'ed woken up. They were both ashamed and embarrassed at their own negligence to their body.
Nadeem continued: "Unlike your digestive track, your respiratory system is fully shared. Meaning only one of you needs to breath and the other will still be okay." That was unexpected. Though it made some sense. "So keep in mind that you share air, try not to go swimming in deep water and eat one at a time." That said, Kelly and Monica did recall a difficulty eating, more so in their new body that is. They always felt like they might choke at any moment.
Julie smiled "Now onto the good parts!" She boosted, clearly excited to see their reaction to what was to come. "Yes, I'm afraid so" Nadeem agreed, as she fixed her glasses. Kelly and Monica were trying their best to brace themselves but they simply weren't ready.
"Onto the sexual aspects of your body. You've both become more sensitive in your shafts, all three of them, as are your balls."
"Like a soft breeze will make you hard" interjected Julie, far more excited then she should be. Monica figured these parts were mostly her idea.
"What do you mean?! We haven't even sprung a boner since waking up!" Asked Kelly.
"Yes, that's because you've been taking sexual suppression medications. They were going to be part of our rehabilitation program. Learn to walk first, then learn to walk with a hard-on. Baby steps, girls." added Julie with a wink.
"And don't think you can just keep taking them. They lose their effectiveness after a while. In fact the doctor just removed them from your IV drip. Sorry ladies, it's time to learn to run."
Nadeem gave her a swift smack to her arm and she withdrew. "I'm sorry to admit it, but it’s true. You'll start feeling the effects soon. It's why we're here now. Next, just the same way you share sensation below the belt, so will you share the erection between your legs. Which will be premonitory erect." Out of the corner of her eye, Julie flashed "24/7" with her hands.
Nadeem continued, "And just like your shafts you'll only feel yourselves, not the other. The same goes for your balls. Both of you will produce your own sperm, it's not shared." Nadeem scratched her head." I think that's all there is, I'm sorry we can't help you anymore." Monica spoke first "No, it's okay. You've done what you could, at least we're not walking into this blind. Thank you."
The couple left together after leaving their number for Kelly and Monica. It was strange for them to think of themselves as sexual organs. Sure they thought about it from an appearance standpoint, but never function? We're they still attracted to men? Could alchemy change their sexuality or would it simply be because they were dicks now? Sex hadn't even crossed their minds until five minutes ago, but now it seemed to be all they could think about!
That said, it wasn't helping their situation. Their heart monitor was picking up its pace, not that they couldn't tell themselves. Their heart was beating like a racehorse, pumping blood to a previously neglected organ. They watched as beneath the sheets the giant cock pulsed, bouncing higher every second until it reached its full length. Standing head level with Kelly and Monica they finally came face to face with the new addition as the sheets slid down the shared shaft. The extra sensitivity kicked in as the sheet caressed their cock in its cloth. Both arced themselves backwards, every nerve tingling from the soft fabrics touch. They looked at each other lost in the sensation. They did the only thing they could think to do.
Reaching forward with their heads they began to stroke both sides of the semi-hard cock. The feeling was unlike anything either of them had ever felt before. The warm, throbbing foreskin subtly rubbed against the surface of their faces- which were equally sensitive. Kelly was lost in the pleasure of her own skin. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she slept around and had her fair share of sex, but this was unreal, she could even think of how to describe it! Monica however had never even been this close to a penis before the accident, being of an academic scholarship didn't leave her any time to socialize.
As the two bobbed over their throbbing prick soft cries began to ring from their slits, along with the occasional gurgle and glob of pre. This helped only to lube them up as their attended-to prick also let loose a small dribble of its own in anticipation. As they slid along the pulsing flesh they could no longer contain themselves, thicker globs of pre poured out of them, dribbles being flung across the walls and ceiling tiles. Cries and moans of pleasure filled the room and out into the hospital corridors. Finally they felt themselves becoming stiff, like a full body cramp as a pressure built inside of them. As if all the tension and stress they'd been feeling since the accident was being balled up into a hot mass in their core until they couldn't take it anymore! In a rushing flash of heat they climaxed like a bursting fire hydrant. It fired into the ceiling, knocking three panels out of place and raining into the room. Three orderlies rushed in after hearing the cries, concerned for their patients, only to be showered in cum as it dripped off the walls and rafters of the empty ceiling. Both Kelly and Monica passed out from their first male orgasim, but their ever erect dick continued to bob and spout cum into the hospital room.
After the incident Kelly and Monica were moved to another wing of the hospital. A wing specifically for treating patients of a "messier" verity. The air carried the musky scent of cum and sex even with industrial fans pumping air in and out. From the doorway Kelly and Monica would occasionally watch other patients walk the hallways. All manners of transformed could be found, walking cocks spouting cum with every step. A human sized slug creature covered in an unknown slime, considering the creature's head resembled the hood of a clitoris it wasn't hard to figure it out. But most impressive of all was the janitorial staff. Every five minutes one would pass the door with a mop of buffer, cleaning the mess left by the patients. Most looked displeased with the task, but a few- like their sponge baths earlier; seemed to enjoy it.
Kelly and Monica contributed to the mess as well. Their newfound sensitivity tempted them to masterbate at least twice a day. The sheer amount of one load was enough to earn them a space in the wing. It took them a great deal of self control to limit themselves to indulge in their body. This creature they'd become would not define them! Of this they were determined!
The final week passed and Kelly and Monica were released from the hospital's care. But now where would they go? Their two lives were now intertwined indefinitely. First they stopped at Monica's small apartment. They received a dirty, judgmental look from a former neighbor as they walked down the hall. Thanks to the practice they had in therapy, opening the door was simple enough but also time-consuming. They dropped the small bag sling around Monica's shaft and pulled out the keys before standing on one leg, using the other as a hand.
Inside, the apartment had all the amenities a full time student needed; a bed, desk, bathroom, microwave, and fridge. The only item that seemed to provide any entertainment was the high standing bookshelf so packed with literature the shelves bowed from the weight. Kelly found it hard to believe someone could live here! It was so small and cramped she felt like she'd become claustrophobic right at that second. "Their is no way you are even getting me to stay one night in this place!" Barked Kelly!
"What do you mean? It's nice enough, I've lived here for two years!"
"You'll see, just grab what you need for now and we'll send for the rest later." Kelly made it clear that their would be no argument on the topic.
Monica walked them to her desk and sat down. The shared erect cock flung up between them in doing so. It was difficult to resist its alluring sensitivity but they endured. With their legs they grabbed her backpack and filled it with some of her books, and laptop. Nothing else. They didn't need clothes, beauty products, or jewelry now, so why bother. They then sat on the ground next to the bag. Monica threw the strap into the air and threaded her head as it fell. Everyday tasks were still possible, simply more steps were involved. As the left the building they noticed the trail of slowly drying pre-cum they'd left when entering, the dirty look they had gotten now made more sense. Knots were tied in their stomachs as the cab took them further into the city.
If Monica had still had a normal mouth it would now be dropping to the ground. The penthouse was gorgeous! Marble floors, cheery wood paneling, and windows made up the walls on three sides showcasing a spectacular display of lights, streets, and building that made up the city of Ondoor.
Kelly would have wore a smug smile as Monica stuttered her amazement. "Ok! We'll live here..."
"I knew you'd see things my way eventually".
They dropped their bags by the door and walked to the sectional sofa set into the floor. Taking a seat they carefully positioned their balls comfortably and looked out over the city. Their view only obscured by their throbbing, shared erection.
Without warning they were filled with a desire to relive its insatiable need for touch. They both groaned at the feeling, to them it was like an unwanted dog begging to be walked or let out. A chore to be done daily.
Neither admitted how good it felt.
"Come on, this way." Kelly sighed as she took the first standing steps. Monica followed her lead as she led them to the bedroom. Decorated like the rest of the penthouse, it held a king sized bed facing the east wall of glass. guaranteeing a sun-filled awakening.
They walked past the bed into the bathroom. Sleek black tiles made up the bathroom walls with a marble sink and glass shower. Opposite the shower was a wall sized mirror. Kelly had it installed first to admire herself in the shower and second because she thought it was hot to watch herself and her partners having shower sex. Looking at it now almost made her sick.
They stepped into the shower; running cold water to cool down, it had no effect on their perma-erection. As it warmed it only helped file their need, ever drop and stream of water was like a sweet caress across its shaft. They ground their cock against the cold black tiles of the shower wall. Temperature play was new to them but with the extra sensitivity anything would do the trick. As they bobbed up and down against the wall their heads bounced about, rubbing and stroking each other. Neither noticed themselves becoming fuller, more rigid and stiff.
Their necks began to pulse as they stretched upward. Their vision was limited to the ceiling as they themselves had become erect. Lost in a new blaze of pleasure they forgot about their singular cock, flopping onto the warm show floor. The water raced across their skin dripping and streaming down their shafts and pooling in the wrinkles of their balls.
Stimulating any way they could they slid themselves over each other, an odd appearance for sure but anything too keep this wonderful feeling flowing through them.
Suddenly without warning Monica could feel her balls clench at the base as something began to boil up her shaft. She felt her head surge as the rising heat drew closer until it felt like all of her senses fired off at once and a thick powerful hose of cum blasted into the air from her slit. It splattered into the ceiling and rained back down on them. Jet after jet launched from her mouth before slowly but surely beginning to subside. After her climax ended she gasped for air just in time for Kelly to reach her peak, splattering jizz into the shower as well. Swirls of creamy white ran down the shower drain though most of it painted the ceiling, Kelly and Monica slowly recovered from their haze and crawled off the floor, both covered in their own jizz.
Unfortunately for them, the session had burned through their hot water and rather than waiting hours for more and be smothered in spunk, they figuratively bit their lip and showered in ice cold water. They tried to clean fast as the cold water sent chills down their shaft. Instead of shivering, their new bodily function was to withdraw were it was warmer. Their penile heads slunk back into their foreskin trying to warm themselves, the only part of them unaffected was the shared perma-erection. It was caught in an odd predicament, wanting to withdraw but not being able to, the uncomfortable sensation playing havoc with Monica and Kelly's senses. This was by far the most uncomfortable and difficult shower the two had ever experienced.
The first thing the next day Monica dragged Kelly out of bed, quite literally as Kelly revealed herself not to be a morning person and too campuses for a meeting with the school board. After some deliberation the board ruled that Monica's situation and turn of events was VERY unique and to wave her absenteeism as well continue her scholarship. She would be allowed to make up any tests that she'd missed and given extensions on all other class work. However, she would still have to participate in her current classes, all the backlogged work would have to be completed on her own time.
Life became difficult after this. Monica's constant school work was driving Kelly insane. Wake up, class, lunch, boring lecture, home, study, study, study, sleep, then start all over. It was one thing to be dragged through the day but even at home Monica refused to be distracted by anything other than their twice-daily jacking off sessions. The first week they fought over the TV remote until Monica smashed it just to be done with the dispute, and without help Kelly couldn't reach the manual buttons. The fighting would eventually leave them sprawled on the floor unwilling to help the other. Monica won out this way, however. All she needed was her computer which was always within reach.
Outfitted with voice-to-text software it made up for the lack of a hand and fingers. After the remote incident Kelly was determined to get back at her. Randomly during Monica's work she would spout nonsensical gibberish and quickly fill the program with useless text. Monica quickly defended this tactic by locking the program to her voice, which was unchanged by the accident, making Kelly's small victory short-lived.
Monica on the other hand couldn't understand Kelly's position. Here she was going to one of the most prestigious schools in the world on someone else's scholarship! She could study with her, help her with the work and be done faster! The whole "two heads are better than one" made manifest, but Kelly's self-destructive nature held true.
Weekends were spent too! Used for making up tests and last minute cram sessions. It was getting to the point where Kelly was locked into a perpetual scholastic headache.
"Finally! I think I'm all done!" Monica announced with pride. Kelly didn't notice her say anything. She had her head slinked onto the ground like a sad looking dog. Feeling ignored, Monica gave her a soft ball-tap with her leg. Kelly winced as her head withdrew into her foreskin before reemerging "HEY! THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" She yelled. "I'm done, like all caught up!" she repeated.
"Really? Like completely done?" Monica nodded her head. Kelly now fully energized jumped to her foot, dragging Monica with her "Let's go do something then! Anything! It's five o'clock on a Saturday! Let’s go!”
They awkwardly walked to their bedroom, Kelly more enthusiastic than Monica. Kelly went about her old routine of going out, trying to sort through make-up. Monica however dragged them the bed "Hey! What are you doing?! We're going out!"

"Um, no I'm relaxing." Monica reached for a book and placed it between her balls and began to read.
Kelly returned the contrary attitude, kicking her partner in the balls, being careful not to hit their shared cock and knocking the book to the ground. Monica shrunk away and popped back out quickly, full of rage. "WHAT THE HELL!" "WE HAVE BEEN COOPED UP IN THIS APARTMENT FOR MONTHS MONICA! MONTHS! We are going out tonight if I have to drag you!" Kelly did as promised and griped the side of the bed pulling with her foot.
Monica made herself deadweight in the bed. Kelly continued to crawl until she and Monica tumbled to the floor somehow managing to land on all three sets of balls. They curled up on the floor in pain as they were swallowed by foreskin and taking deep breaths to cope with the pain.
After some time Monica came out first. "Okay. Okay, we'll go out, I've been dragging you around and it's both our lives now, I admit it. I'm sorry. What did you have in mind?" Kelly slunk out with what could only be described a grin "I know just the place..."
They were standing just outside the club and Monica already had a headache from listening to the music. The line of people stretching around the block was not an encouraging sign either. Being around people always made her anxious and uncomfortable. The only thing that helped her was nobody knew who she was anymore, only now she was a double edged sword. People wouldn't judge her for being awkward; just being a giant, conjoined-cock-monster. Great!
Kelly strolled them to the front door as Monica was lost in thought. The bouncer stopped them just as Kelly swung a red lanyard around her shaft at him. He gave them a puzzled and confused look but waved them through. Monica was just as confused and was about to ask when Kelly interrupted her yelling over the music "V.I.P.!"
"You've been here before?" she yelled back.
"Been here? I own it! My parents bought it for my 18th birthday."
"You said your parents were loaded but, a whole night club? That's crazy!"
As they broke the threshold into the club they were blinded by a barrage of flashing, spinning lights that painted the walls in color and spun around the dancers on the floor. The DJ played the newest songs and the bar was nearly overflowing with patrons. Kelly led them to a staircase that led to an elevated seating area above the bar, not high enough to be called a balcony but the room lacked a better word. Another bouncer let them pass into the V.I.P. section and they took a seat in a rounded booth.
"Ms. Noir! We excited to see you back" announced an attendant, "We were all very sorry to have heard about your unfortunate accident. I'm glad you're still getting out!"
"Thank you Tasha, you're too kind." Kelly spoke with an almost sincere and upstanding tone, very out of the norm for Monica. "This is Monica. Monica , Tasha. She's one of the best waiters and bartenders in Ondoor."
Monica nodded her head sheepishly, as Tasha gave a gentle wave.
"So, will it be the usual tonight Ms. Noir?" Kelly nodded yes, "And for you?"
"Water will be just fine, thanks." Monica replied trying not to make eye contact.
"Water? Nonono. Tasha get her an X.Y.Z. and make it a double. We did not come all this way for you to sip water!" Tasha left and shortly returned with an expensive looking bottle of liqueur and a clear liquid glass with a lemon wedge on the rim.
"What's this?" Monica asked lifting up the glass. "Just drink it!" Snapped Kelly as she poured her own drink. Monica took a sip, it was sweet but definitely booze.
"Tasha seems nice!" Said Monica trying to relax as best she could in some place like this. Kelly smirked and changed back to her snarky tone of speech, "That bitch! Yeah right! She was rolling in her own ego like always! Did you notice the bouncer outside? He didn't have a clue who I was except that I had the owners pass. Nobody knows who we are but her. She was rubbing it in that this happened to us." She sucked down her drink in one draw of the straw and sighed heavily from the burn of alcohol.
"That bitch is the same as ever! She always hated me for my looks but now I'm a freak so she rubs it in!" She angrily poured another drink.
"If you hate her so much then why not just fire her?"
"Cuz what I said was true, she's one of the best bartenders in the city." Kelly downed another glass and poured a third.
"Hey Kelly? I've been thinking." Monica started. "We digest our own food but we share the same blood."
Kelly starred on her third glass when she stopped to answer. "Yeah? So?"
"So won't you get me drunk too?" Kelly finished her third glass with a refreshing sigh. "Hmm, guess you're right. Looks like I'm drinking for two then." She said as she poured another glass.
Monica had a bad feeling about tonight.
True to her word Kelly drank enough for the both of them. After three bottles Kelly finally convinced Monica to dance. The floor was packed with people and transformed alike. Kelly and Monica fumbled with their steps but eventually found their groove. However it quickly became problematic, as all the heat and light brushes with the other dances soon collected against their perma-rection globs of pre spouted out across the floor causing other to slip and fall. As the dancing continued it became harder and harder for them to move as blood rushed up their shafts making them erect and pushing their view above the crowd.
That's when they spotted her. At least it had to be a "her". Outside the dance floor walking along the wall into a back room stood a peculiar transformed. It was mostly a round blob of flesh on legs, layers of soft pink folds ever so slightly parted between its legs, but what struck their interest were the legs. Aside from a narrower gate in the thighs, they looked the same as theirs.
In a drunk and stimulated haze, they broke through the crowd of dancers and made for the back room. Behind the door was a long hallway of doors, each a private lounge for special guests. They entered just in time to see one of the doors close. They stumbled down the hall bracing against the walls semi erect until they pushed through the door.
Seated in the wall-lined booth was the orb of pink pussy flesh. Its legs spread wide as they entered, pulling open its folds. Set into the top of the folds on each side of the clitoris were a pair of crystal blue eyes. Looking closely, they saw that the legs were a perfect replica of their own right down to the finger-jointed toes. "I'm glad I got you boys’ attention out there." She spoke, her labia moving in tandem with the words "I must say, I come here quite a lot and this is the first time I've ever seen you, and V.I.P.s none the less." she jumped onto her feet and walked around them. Her steps were narrowed and she swayed her hips with each one. She circled them, eyeing them up like a prime cut of meat.
"I don't usually do this kind of thing but it's rare that I meet someone so... 'well equipped', and from the same creator none the less!"
Monica perked up at this "Creator? What do you mean?"
"Oh, I mean your legs big boy, Misha created your new body didn't he?" She picked her leg up and twiddled her toes. "These are his trademark. One of his favorite configurations and he does them so well. Balanced and sturdy, great for thrusting about." the last words dripped with lust.
"I'd never thought about how well they work but you're right I guess." commented Kelly, her words only slightly slurred.
"I'll say, look at all this man they have to support! YUMM!"
"Actually we’re not male..." Monica added.
"Not male! Sweetie, you got more man on you then I bet you know what to do with! Although I could help you with that." She walked up to them over their shared cock, grinding her lips over its shaft. Back and forth teasing them with its warmth as it grew moist. The slick sliding sensation sprung their heart into overdrive as it pumped blood throw out their body. They immediately sprung upward as the foreign arousal began to take hold. "Mmmm, I thought you'd like that. Now I want a taste." Her lips spread slightly as she spoke the last word. She ease up on her grinding, slowly setting the shared head into her lips before rocking back and forth, taking it in little by little. Monica and Kelly breathed heavily, their balls bobbing with each draw.
As the stranger took their head into herself she gave out a small cry. The sound triggered something in Monica and Kelly. As if on instinct their knees rocked forward softly. Easing their shaft forward, deeper into their new partner. Each inch was bliss. Their pumping blood was cleaned of any alcohol by now. The intoxication of sex drove each thrust now, the feeling was too strong to try and reason with. They had given her almost half their length when she pushed off.
"Oh, boys. That was something. I think I'm ready for the main course!" She stepped back to the booth and spread her legs wide for them, her legs propped up gripping the seat's edge. She winked at them and tightened her hold.
Kelly and Monica looked down at he in a haze. They both wanted this, but who would go first? Stiff as they were, they bobbed at each other, swollen heads batting back and forth, it looked like two snakes fighting over a mouse. With one good *thwack* Kelly staggered Monica and dropped her head to line up with the stranger; with one good step she pressed her head into the warm, inviting folds.
Monica helped push, knowing she'd get her chance. Kelly was thrusted deeper into the hot embrace, completely surrounded by hot pulsing flesh that clenched tightly around her. She could hear cries of pleasure but couldn't tell if it was her or their partner. She felt the withdraw of the thrust and then back in, each time created the feeling anew, the setting her on fire. She tried to cry out as the pressure built in her shaft but only a gurgle of pre came forth. She rocked faster and faster until with one good thrust deeper than any before she came, gushing hot seed into the stranger with so much force she felt like she might blow herself out.
She coughed load after load into her, until Monica couldn't stand it anymore. She had been dribbling pre the whole time slicking herself up. Kelly was no sooner out than Monica was in, not ever caring about getting sloppy seconds. Kelly drove her into the stranger just as hard as Monica had, watching the expression of the clit-face contort and clench around Monica’s penile length had a strange satisfaction to it. She knew now who had been screaming earlier, Monica howled like a wolf from within the folds of the giant pussy, whom now had her mouth full.
Kelly kept driving her new life-partner hard until she saw the eyes of the stranger roll back. She started thrusting deeper and deeper until she heard a gurgle from with in pussy and thin streams of white began to run out of her. Kelly slowly pulled out and with a gasp from their partner Monica flopped out.
It was quiet as they waited for their new friend to come down from the climax. When she did, she clenched her lips and coughed globs of sperm out onto the floor as she caught her breath. "Don't worry about the mess boys, I'll pay for the clean up."
Kelly butted in, “Consider it on the house. I'm the owner." The stranger perked up at this. "Any chance we can put you on retainer?" Added Monica.
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