"Do you have less than 1 penis?" Kyle fired her question like a gunshot.
Jen was not prepared for this question. She stammered and quickly responded with a lie. "No, I have 2 dicks," Jen clarified, hoping to minimize the damage.
In a blink, Jen meat multiplied. Instead of one Grace cockgirl, she had two. Her breast-balls had doubled in volume.
"Kyle, what have you done!?"
"Kyle, what have you done!?" Two voices shouted in unison.
"Why are talking over me?"
"Why are talking over me?" Both of Jen's cocks spoke over each other.
"Me!? You're the one that keeps talking!"
"Me!? You're the one that keeps talking!"
"If I had a pair of hand I'd strangle you."
"If I had a pair of hand I'd stran-" THWACK! "Hey!!"
One of the cockgirl's rotated her head around to face Jen. "You flicked my ear," she said.
"You two kept shouting over each other and it was getting really annoying," Jen defended. It hurt, flicking Grace's ear. She felt everything either Grace did. It was a dull, lasting pain. A pain she had never experienced when she was a true woman.
The other Grace spoke. "I guess you and I share the same personality and memories," she said to the other Grace.
"Yeah, we were the same person only a minute ago."
"It's like we were two clocks in perfect synch."
While the three of them continued to bicker, Kyle was thinking. Grace had asked Jen a direct question and Jen had NOT been compelled to lie. She was aware of the changes around her. Kyle surmised that the curse saw Grace and Jen a one person. That matched her previous theory. If that was true, Kyle figured that if she asked Grace a question she would be compelled to lie and reality would change to fit it.
"Both Graces, do you love being Jennifer's cocks more than anything?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?" Both cockgirls were caught, unaware.
"Yeah, I love being a cock."
"Yeah, I love being a cock." They responded without a full understanding of what was being asked. A change occurred inside of Jen' dicks' heads. An invisible, insidious change inside the personality. Both Graces stopped feel a gnawing drive to return to normal. Instead, each dickgirl felt oddly confortable with their alien anatomies.
Kyle chuckled. He had made an ally. One that would try to keep Jen's situation as it is.
"What's going on, Kyle? Jen just grew a second dick." Molly asked, anxiously. Molly wasn't sure why she was a penis. But, she did know that Jen did not have two Grace's in her crotch a moment ago. "Did you have something to do with this?"
Kyle muttered a curse. She had been found out. As much as she love Molly, she was becoming a liability. Kyle was going to use Jen's curse before Molly put it all together.
"Does Molly love me unconditionally?" She asked Jen.
Jen hesitated. She was a window. Not for her salvation. But, for revenge. She could make Molly hate her bodymate like water and oil. But, what good what that be for Molly? She would hate every moment she was with Kyle. The was no good option. Jen took the more utilitarian approach.
"Yes, Molly loves you unconditionally," Jen lied in a way that almost sounded like she was doting on him.
Another, invisible change occurred. This time, it was inside Kyle's dick's head. Molly felt like she had gotten closer to Kyle, somehow. Not physically, but emotionally, spiritually. Being with Kyle made her feel warm like nothing ever had before. She wouldn't leave that behind for the whole world. No matter what form they my take, Molly would always be there for Kyle.
Kyle gave her dickgirl a nice, gentle pat on the head. Molly was a good friend and a good penis. They were one in both body and spirit.
Kyle returned her gaze to Jen. Jen gave Kyle a dear-in-the-headlights look. She was afraid and unprepared. Kyle smiled from ear-to-ear. So many opportunities were but one proposition away.