The new person looked down at her body. The first thing she saw was that she was still a redhead; She was surprised, expecting her hair to lighten from Denise’s long locks. Kirsty had darker hair than she did, so she thought that’s how it worked. She felt her hair, which was braided up like Denise’s. She giggled, wondering if she looked like a sexy adult Pippi Longstockings.
She still felt like Tracy for the moment; the mental changes would come later. In the warm afterglow of the merge, she couldn’t help but feel bad for the consciousnesses inside her that would be dissolved into this new person. Her memories would remain, and Denise’s too, but she found herself questioning for the first time since she was Trent whether this new entity was a proper continuation of the three lives. She’d been so sure she was a new person, with old memories, but that felt so reductive. Surely part of herself, of Trent and Kirsty and Denise, would remain in there, unchanged? Or did it even matter?
She pondered this for a moment, shrugged, and grabbed her boobs.
They were larger, about the size of Denise’s. They had a nice heft that reminded her of Kirsten’s. She rubbed the outline of her nipples through her bra, and, sure enough, every fusion seemed to bring with it more pleasure. She could only imagine how good sex would feel in this body.
Her arms were thinner, her skin a touch fairer, and softer too. She imagined her original merged body had been about 24, but this new one was closer to 21. It was a subtle change to be sure, but she’d take it.
Her legs had improved the most dramatically. They were longer, more like Denise’s, and they led to a cuter, perkier ass. She squeezed it and giggled, feeling a little silly about checking herself out like this.
And then the headache hit her like a sack of bricks.
It was much stronger than the ones that formed her, orders of magnitudes more painful than anything she’d ever experienced. She felt like her brain was on fire, then frozen solid, and all the while it was rocketing around inside her skull. The new personality, the new her, was attacking her, and she could do nothing but fall to the ground.
But then a strange thing happened; the pain ended much sooner than the last headache, but it didn’t fade away. It was more as though it was subsumed by an overwhelming pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before. On her back, Tracy squealed as her new body reacted to itself. Denise’s libido was so much more powerful than she imagined. She may have looked innocent, but she was extremely horny. She remembered fingering herself to women’s magazines; hooking up with girls at bars; eating out her best friend before she left for college, then getting eaten out herself, so they could both know what it felt like. She remembered her collection of toys; her makeout sessions with her TA, and she remembered calling her T&A, a bad joke that always made her laugh.
And she remembered hearing Tracy work herself into a frenzy, causing Denise’s thighs to rub together against her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore and had to go see for herself. Denise had been absolutely, completely in lust with Tracy, and that carried into the new person she now was. Her fingers were nestled deep in her tight honeypot, her face flush, her breasts heaving. She was a fantasy only she could enjoy, a threesome all to herself. As she worked her sopping wet pussy and rubbed her tender clit she felt incredible. Youthful. Beautiful. Undeniably sexy, and she felt like she could fuck herself forever. But what, the beauty wondered, do I call myself?
Theresa, she realized. She liked the sound of it.
Theresa writhed on the floor, squeezing her beautiful tits and working her cunt into a frenzy of pleasure. After what felt like hours, she threw her arms to the side and let her afterglow catch up to her.
Theresa squealed in delight. Her donors had never been this content. She imagined the life laid out before her, with her sixty years of knowledge to utilize, with her skills in business and in pleasure. Then she considered her sexuality. She thought of men and women fucking her, penetrating her soaking pussy with finger and tongue and dick. And she realized she didn’t really care about her partner’s sex or gender. She supposed Denise had been horny enough to match both of the others. Theresa was deeply, excitedly bisexual, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.