Chad lay passed out on the floor. He had been too drunk to walk, and the girls had to help him home. It was difficult. As the bond increased in strength, Cindy and Mindy began to feel more of the effects of the alcohol on Chad's body. But they made it home before he completely collapsed on the living room floor.
Mindy looked over at Chad's back. The zipper was still present, but rapidly fading. Soon it would be completely gone, and the bonding would be complete.
Cindy looked over at Mindy. Her eyes were heavy. She had quite a few drinks herself. "Is it gone yet?"
"Almost, almost," said Mindy. "Now be quiet and get some sleep. We don't want to wake him yet."
Cindy yawned. "I like him. He's nice. He will make a good sister. I am glad he chose us," said Cindy.
"Me, too, " said Mindy, and she meant it.
They had laid on the floor of the shop for a long time. They were rarely rented. They were considered too weird or too dangerous. No one wanted two strange heads accompanying them on their adventures. So they had languished in boredom at the shop. Until Chad came. He seemed different. Most guys would have balked at having two female heads. But Chad treated them with respect, as equals. Mindy quickly decided that he was their ticket out of the prison that was the bodysuit store. He had not used the non-stick spray, and Mindy knew it was just a matter of time until their skin permanently bonded with his body. Mindy was sure he would learn to love having them as constant companions. She and Cindy would make sure he loved it, and was happy. After all, isn't that what sisters do? Help each other?
Mindy yawned. The massive amount of alcohol they had cajoled Chad into drinking was working its way into her system. The bond was growing stronger. Mindy drifted off to sleep, dreaming of her new life and the freedom that came with it.