Before they made it to her room, Jen stopped. Her expression went blank, giving Sam a feeling of deja vu.
“Shame you didn’t pick dare...” Jen slowly said. “I would have loved to taste that cock of yours...”
It seemed that the quick glimpse in the bathroom was enough to burn an image of Sam’s penis into Jen’s subconscious. Evidentially, it had aroused her on more than she was willing to admit. Unfortunately for Sam, that previously unspoken interest fueled an erection growing under her skirt. It also inspired her next transformation.
“One penis must be nice, but what about two?”
Jen refocused and asked what had happened. Sam didn’t have a chance to explain before her throbbing cock pushed out from under her skirt. After a moment, a second slid free to join it.
“Oh no... I’m so sorry!” Jen said as Sam fell to the floor.
She gripped both damp cocks and let out a long sensual moan.
“I... Don’t suppose...” She struggled. “You’d be ... willing to help me ... with these?”
“What do you mean?” Jen replied, stepping back.
“I mean... I want you ... to suck them...” Sam groaned as she began to stroke each warm rod.
“What kind of girl do you think I am?” Jen hesitated.
“You... You know you ... want to...” Sam accused as she began to lose herself.
Sam was right. Jen was blushing hard and fighting her urges. She hadn’t been with anyone for months and the sight of the two cocks was seriously turning her on. It wouldn’t hurt to taste one, would it? They were the only one’s home, so it’s not like anyone would have found out. She’d just be helping Sam calm down...