In the loud din of voices all trying to speak over each other, you hardly notice Cici reaching for the bottle. You move to stop her, but you aren’t accustom to your new heads yet, and your top heavy body stumbles.
As you lift yourself up, you can see the bottle is already spinning. All three of Cici’s heads are giggling madly, while Ricardo’s and Kasumi all quiet down when they realize what’s happening. Once again, your fate rests in the bottle.
Eventually it stops on the one person you dreaded the most. “Yay!” All three Cici heads cry in unsion as the bottle stops on her. Ricardo and Kasumi’s heads all groan. You hope and pray things can’t get worse.
“Like, you guys all gotta chill out.” Cici’s middle head says as she grabs the recorder. “Yeah!” Says her left head. “Think positive!” As she presses the record button down, her right head says. “I wish we were all ok with ourselves!” Everyone in the room braces themselves.
With a crackle, the recorder replies. “I wish we were all in love with ourselves!” Almost immediately, you feel a sense of weightless euphoria, the pit in your stomach drifting away. Your mind clouds, and you find yourself staring deeply into your own eyes. Your big, pretty, gorgeous blue eyes. You and your left head stare intently at each other. She makes the first move. You feel your own lips on yours, kissing yourself deeply. At the same time, you feel your right head’s lips on your neck, suckling in just the right way to turn you on. After all, you know your own kinks pretty well.
After a few seconds of entwining your tongues together, you turn away from your left head, now facing right to give her a turn. As your extra heads switch roles, and you again feel your own soft lips and devious tongue, and tiny voice in the back of your screams that this wrong and you need to stop. But it’s almost completely drowned out by the euphoric bliss that fills your mind. You’ve never felt so in love, so at peace. Any hint of strangeness about the stiuation disappears from your thoughts. Love yourself, and you’ll be set.
Your right moves from your neck to your ear, nibbling it and sending waves of pleasure through your body. Eventually, you face straight ahead, allowing both heads to go to town on your ears. All you can hear is the sweet slurps and licks of two tongues probing you. One of your hands moves to your breast, squeezing it tight, while your other migrates to your moist clit. You haven’t even been a woman very long, and you already know all the right spots to pleaure.
Amidst your own pleasure, you catch glimpses of your compatriots. Cici’s three heads are a gaggle of tongues and giggles and moans. Ricardo’s heads aggressively stimulate each other, while his hands are bust dealing with his, well, fourth head. Kasumi’s misgivings about her new breasts have vanished. Now sporting twelve breasts and three heads, no part of her body goes unpleasured. Her extra heads take turns sucking on her mouth teet, while her hands massage as many breasts as they can reach.
Soon, you lose track of your surroundings and begin to lose yourself in the tangle of tongues and hair and sweat and love. Maybe things aren’t so bad after all.