"Please, leave me alone," Jen harshly mumbled. The shoulder checked Kyle as she made her way out of the locker-room.
Kyle, thinking quickly, thought up the perfect question to ask Jen. "Are you really going to leave the room before me?"
"No," Jen tersely responded. Her rising frustration deafening her ears. She continued to march forward. But, when she reached to door, Jen found herself colliding was an invisible barrier. It was like everything beyond the doorway was filled with invisible, elastic jelly. She tried to step into it. But, her leg snapped back every time. Jen cursed under her breath. Jen was stuck with Kyle until she was finished with her.
Jen covered her ears as a last effort to keep Kyle out. Kyle doubted that was going to protect her. She shrugged. Her questions were not meant for her... yet. She was more concerned with Jen's pocket rockets.
"Graces," Kyle said.
"Yes?"
"Yes?" Both girls said, tentatively. Neither of them had hands so they couldn't cover their ears like Jen.
"Are both of you part of a hive mind?"
"Yes, we are a hive mind,"
"Yes, we are a hive mind," Both girls agreed. Both Graces thought it would be mutually beneficial for the two of them to be linked in a way that made them inseparable. So, it was. Both of Jen's dick girls lost what little individuality they had as their minds fused together. The Grace that did not have her ear flicked felt the pain the other had felt. The Grace that had her ear flicked felt the pity her neighbor felt. While Jen had two dickgirls in her crotch, there was only one Grace. Grace looked around the bathroom with 4 eyes. However, her perspective was still limited as her heads were mounted on top of dicks.
Kyle formulated her next question. "How flexible are you?"
Grace smirked. Kyle had left her question vague by design. She wanted to test Grace's ability to comply.
"I'm flexible enough to reach Jen's asshole and pussy," one of Grace's dick-heads answered. Jen's two dicks began to writhe inside their sleeves. Grace tested the limits of her new flexibility. She twisted left. She twisted right. She wrapped herself around Jen's torso and gave her a hug. Jen was thrown off-guard by this. She could feel the fabric of her sleeves likely caress Grace's sensitive flesh. Now distracted, Jen loosened her lock on her ears.
Kyle jumped at Jen's weakness. "Do you mare more than five penises, Jen?"
"Yes!" Jen was forced to shouted as she squeezed her head like a vice. "I have six penises!" She hastily added. She didn't want to end up getting cursed with anything more than what was possible.
Grace was stunned as her vision tripled. Jen's ball-breasts swelled to to three times their volume. They were bigger than six-pack of boobs on her chests. The additional weight of her six, extra limbs and expansive nut-boobs weighed her down.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!" Jen yelled. Her voice echoed in the larger locker-room.
"No," Kyle smugly replied. "Grace, are everybody's dickgirls as flexible as you are?"
"Yes," Grace lied. She saw no reason to twist Kyle's question further. Grace knew how powerless it was do be a simple stick of flesh and robbed of all agency. Things hadn't changed much since than. But, her current, flexible forms were an improvement upon what she had been before. So, she decided to share it with the rest of the world.
Molly wiggled between Kyle's 6 breasts. She was neatly tucked underneath Kyle shirt. She tried to escape her confines and succeeded. Kyle was just as astonished as Molly was. It was a bizarre act to watch and feel. To Kyle, Molly was like a phantom limb. She could feel Molly move her flexible, snake-like appendage according to her will.
Kyle was becoming more and more aroused by the second. The phantom sensation Kyle received from Molly and the power trip from the control she held over Jen mixed like Oxygen and fuel inside her mind. Kyle wanted so much more.