Krystal suddenly felt odd. She glanced down at her cum-soaked body, and she gasped at what she saw. It was as if Bree's semen was... seeping into Krystal's skin.
"What the fuck?!" the punk choked out. Soon, the skin where she'd absorbed the cum began to thicken and turn grey. And then it started to spread outward, that same arousing warmth from Krystal's first transformation returning.
"I think mah cum tryin' to help you out," said Bree. "Jus' go wid it." She then got on her knees and began to suck on the tip of Krystal's rapidly hardening cock as it poked out of the foreskin.
Krystal moaned in ecstasy as the dolphin skin spread, toning up her body and growing fins as it went. Soon, the changes reached the punk rocker's cock, and Bree felt the changes on her tongue as the dick she was blowing morphed into its destined tentacle shape and the hairy balls she had been fondling vanished inside of Krystal's body.
The changes spread over Krystal's head, smoothing away her nose, sharpening her teeth, making her hair fall out, and growing a blowhole on the back of her head. The punk-turned-dolphingirl felt her cock throbbing with uncontrollable pleasure, ready to fire. Unable to contain her orgasm any longer, Krys threw back her head and screamed with delight as she erupted violently into Bree's mouth. Bree moaned around the cock, jizz spilling out of her lips as she tried to swallow the mighty load.
"Daayyyum!" Bree gasped at last once she was able to speak again, glancing down at the mess she and Krys had made with their lovemaking. "I'd hate to be da dude who gotta clean dese Changin' Rooms." She then returned her eyes to Krystal's transformed, dolphin-like body. "And wow! Look at you, homegirl! You look so damn fine!"
"Just like you," Krystal added, eying Bree's dolphinoid body appreciatively.
"True dat!" Bree grinned. "Just think! Krystal Brock an' Breeyonna Dukes... dolphinfolk! Who wouldda thunk, amirite?"
Krystal glanced at Bree's dick. "I guess your cum is fucking contagious. Whoever it touches becomes like us." Krystal instantly thought of Sierra and Lucy, as well as Meadow and Becky back home. "That's pretty cool to know."
"Sho' is, Krys," Bree agreed. She stood up and stretched lazily, her cetacean penis rapidly retreating into its slit. "Well, we dolphingirls now. What be our new plans? What we do next, homegirl?"
Krystal stared on the floor, looking at the pile of green-dyed hair that had once been hers. "For starters, I'm getting a fucking refund on those bath powders that change your hair color."
Bree laughed, rubbing Krystal's bald, rubbery scalp. "Yeah, dat be a real damn smart idea. Ain't got no hair to color, girl. Not dat I be bitchin' or nothin'; yo' head look smokin' hot dis way. And den what? What we do wid our new dolphin lives?"