Both of their bodies' knees bent, the conjoined duo crab-walked across the street and away, making indistinct conversation. There was brief pause when two of their penis tentacles accidentally slapped against each other. The man took a brief gasp with a flash of surprise on his face, while the woman shivered and blushed a deep red before chuckling. Their dicks were dripping sticky strands of pre-cum now.
A group of voices drew Barry's attention to another scene.
It was if a girl had been divided into 4 parts, and each part had been given its own mind. They were all grunting, groaning, and moaning trying to walk together - and it wasn't hard to see why.
The body's four parts - Head, Upper Torso, Lower Torso (Stomach), and Hips and Legs, were all connected to each other via a penis (all without visible testicles) or a vagina.
A hard penis jutted out from the head's bottom, where a neck should be, into a vagina located where the base of a neck should be on the upper torso. Out of the upper torso's base sat a very wide penis that was inserted into a wider vagina on the top of the lower torso. A same-sized vagina coming out of the lower torso was penetrated by a girthy upwards-facing penis at the top of the legs.
The grunting, moaning quadruplets were wearing a sports bra and exercising sweatpants, as if they had been running before all of this mess had occurred, when they were likely one young woman.
The sports bra was being worn backwards, just covering the nipples of the bouncing D-cup breasts as an identical copy of the original head was pasted between them, it's cheeks squished by the supple breasts. There would be no way it would fit if the sports bra was worn intentionally.
Likewise, a copy of the original head was pasted where a belly-button would be on the lower-torso body, and another just above the crotch on the legs-body. The sweatpants were worn sloping downwards in the front to allow for the head to stick out on the legs body.
Their collective bodies were sweating, and their glistening vaginas were puffy and looking like they would squirt at any second.
The upper torso body's head questioned the effectiveness of their current body modes for transportation, to which she was replied to, slowly, by a panting leg body and lower torso body's heads that said that it was "the quickest way to get around". The true head, bobbing with every step as its penis thrusted into its associated vagina, vemained silent. Glistening with sweat, its reddened face had its eyes and mouth clenched as it struggled to take deep breaths. It was veered to the left, its "dickneck" having rotated as the quadruplets walked. It didn't seem that she really had control over where he head was looking.
Anyways, it seem as if they were going to orgasm at any moment to Barry.
Barry counted 7 gradual steps before the four heads all gasped, eyes in shock, before they rolled back in ecstasy.
The legs body of the unit collapsed as every penis of every individual pumped its load into its associated quivering vagina.
The bodies toppled over and nearly separated as a mixture of vaginal fluids and a great deal of semen oozed out of each one and onto the ground. After 55 seconds of orgasm, the dicks squirted heir last shots and gradually began to shrink in their associated vaginas, letting even more fluids out.
The girls were sound asleep, smiling from the afterglow of sex. Having conveniently lay down behind some boxed in the front of a store - they seemed safe enough.
And the vagina on Barry's feminine hand was glistening.
Clearing his throat quietly and blinking his eyes while struggling to process the walking orgy he had just witnessed, Barry hobbled on his leg-arms, his two huge breasts jiggling before he set eyes on more transformees.
A woman had fused with a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and was being ridden by a mutated teenage boy. They had slowed down and stopped as the boy hopped off to grab something from off the ground.
The woman looked like a full-on biker, and the boy looked like he was having the time of his life.
The woman had fused from the waist down with the motorcycle, her upper body planted to its seat. Her two legs came out from each of the lower sides of the seat. Metallic with wooden streaks, Barry guessed that they functioned as specialized and sophisticated kickstands.
As for the woman's upper body, she was a real dame. She had fair skin - her impressive bust was topped by a white shirt covered in a black leather biking jacket, and her hands covered in black leather gloves. Barry could clearly see defined muscles in her shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach. The strength and beauty she emanated from her body was the same concerning her face - she had stylish black aviators on, obscuring her eyes but making her strong chin and neck ever more prominent as the wind blew her golden hair back - she had landed her helmet to the teen boy with her.
The teen kid with her appeared to be an anthromorphic Doberman Sheperd, with four arms and a very humanlike face. His new dog ears were folded underneath the biker woman's landed helmet, which he gingerly adjusted with 3 of his pawlike hands. In his fourth, he held what he had picked off of the ground - a . . . an untouched Jersey Mike's Sub?
The bike was a beautiful, steel, black and brown leather bike with wooden accents - and it remained mostly metallic. Somehow, it's design was more sleek and stronger-looking than any of the bikes Barry had seen zooming about earlier in the day, and fiercely feminine - not just because of the attached woman and sexy legs. Its engine roared loudly with a strong, audible heartbeat as it and the woman (or, just the woman - the bike is technically part of her now) as the kickstand legs folded up and pressed to the sides of the bike.
Barry could hear the woman say - "Hold On, Kid!" As she bent her torso forward, her arms folded across her chest as she rocketed toward Barry's direction - she and the kid, who was hugging her tightly, zoomed by in an instant, her golden hair waving in the wind and shining off the light of the Sun like a flag. All the while, the boy was panting, tongue lolling, as he whooped and then barked loudly, 2 of his arms raised in the air, fur blowing in the wind.