Frank stopped her. “Mind if I use the restroom first? I don’t mean to sound gross, but I don’t want to piss myself when you change...”
“Why would... Oh yea...” Abby understood. “Go ahead, I’ll wait.”
“Why wait?” Jeff asked as Frank disappeared down the hall.
“Don’t you remember?” Beth explained. “He got that roll that makes him feel Abby’s body...”
“Yep,” Abby confirmed. “Plus, he hasn’t used the restroom since we were at your house...”
“Neither have I, come to think of it... But I guess that makes since. I don’t exactly have anything hooked up to my bladder right now.”
She patted her forward-facing ass and shifted her middle leg to emphasize the lack of lower genitals.
“Hey Tess, could I get something to drink?” Jeff asked, feeling a bit thirsty after Abby pointed out how long it had been since they left home.
“Oh, sure. Would anyone else like something?” She asked, making her way to the kitchen.
“Sure, some wa...aatter” Beth stuttered as the vibrations of her voice tickled her breast.
Moments later, a familiar pressure rattled her groin. The feeling was a welcome distraction from the needy breasts that she was struggling to ignore. Without a skirt in the way, she simply slid off the couch, spread her legs and squatted down. As her latest clutch made its way out, she snatched the egg filled bag from the floor and pulled it open, holding it just below her drooling cunt. This time, three eggs slid free before she felt empty enough to stand. By then, Tess had filled five glasses with ice and was peering into the fridge.
“Looks like we’ve got orange juice and tea.” She said, not paying any mind to Beth’s situation. “And water of course.”
“Oh, orange juice sounds pretty good...” Beth answered as she dropped the bag next to the couch and sat back down.
Soon enough, Tess had their requested drinks and returned to the living room. Jeff sipped on a glass of water, glad to be using hands, but feeling a little awkward without a torso.
Beth was quick to take in the refreshment, realizing that laying so many eggs was beginning to dehydrate her. The cool orange juice felt nice as she swallowed it into her breast face. Without realizing it, she began to fondle her left nipple with her free hand. She swallowed and let out a sensual moan as the icy fluid made her lips pucker.
“You alright over there?” Jeff asked, smiling when he saw what she was up to.
“I... I’m fine...” She said, blushing as she pulled her hand away.
Once again, the warmth radiating in her plump cheeks enhanced the feeling. She carefully took another drink, trying her best to fight sexual urges as tart juice poured into her middle gland...