While Jen showered, Suzy sat alone in the room. Her body was sweaty and cum drooled from her two pussies, making a small mess on the bed. She had no intention of dressing before she had an opportunity to rinse off and opted to look herself over in the nearby mirror. She still had the cock drooped over her lip. With a mental command, it shifted to pink, became dimpled with tiny taste buds, then retracted into her mouth.
She leaned close to the mirror and opened wide. It was just like Jen’s tongue before it doubled. There was a small hole in the tip, and either side flared, giving it a slightly phallic profile. Even with the unusual shape, it felt very much like her tongue. She noticed a mild sensitivity that wasn’t there before.
She leaned back and looked at her chest. Her tits were absolutely perfect. Round and supple, with pointed nipples that aimed upward ever so slightly. She squeezed them together and pushed them around. They had weight and were easy to manipulate, but sprang back to their perfect shape when she let go. Something like an invisible wonder-bra was holding them up. As she marveled, she felt a line of cum as it drooled down her thigh.
She turned her attention to the two slits in her crotch. She had plenty of time to acquaint herself with that change over the past few days and didn’t pay it much mind. She did recall the bit in the curse where she could flip the switch on her ability to reproduce. She wasn’t really sure how that worked, but definitely felt something different when she willed it off.
She had been taking birth control for a few years, but with that mental adjustment, she realized that she’d never need to take them again. Periods and contraceptives were no longer something she’d need to worry about. Her attention went back to her breasts. While she fondled them, there was a knock at the door...