She sighed and left towards the bathroom.
Abby yelled after her. “You want us to wait?”
“No, go ahead...” Beth grumbled as she reached the door at the end of the hall.
Abby shrugged and tapped the screen.
[A cock replaces your tongue]
“Oh jeez...” Abby said as her tongue began to tingle. “This game really liksh givinn me cockths...”
Her speech slurred as her tongue swelled. It poked out of her mouth, growing more cylindrical every second while developing veins along the length. The tip flared, throbbing as a wrinkled foreskin peeled back to reveal a mature cock head. It didn’t stick out very far, but there was no mistaking it for anything less than a penis.
“I thinth I prefer thhe beak.” She joked...
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Beth could hear them laughing as she closed the bathroom door. She wasn’t nearly as stressed by the game since they updated the settings. She couldn’t really explain why, but guessed that it had something to do with the mental setting. She knew very well that laying eggs was weird, but something made it seem OK. It wasn’t any stranger than when they were all wearing cloths earlier that evening. In any case, that wasn’t the reason she excused herself.
Since her face was stuck in the middle of her chest, she had no way to see what the game just did. If she was going to be producing eggs from between her breasts, she decided to take a closer look. Once in front of the mirror, she spread her left and center breast, careful not to squish her face too much. There in the gap was a damp pussy. It seemed a bit misplaced but felt natural enough. The same went for the cleavage on the other side. The feeling of fully developed eggs still lingered behind both slits. She wasn’t sure how many were left and strained until three more eggs slipped free. Two from the right side and one from her left.
With that pressure relieved, she was free to return; but something about spreading her breasts apart to look at her pussies was turning her on. Her chest was so sensitive now. Each nipple would tingle and harden with hardly any stimulation. She began to pinch each of them, then ran a finger along her lips. It felt nice. Really nice... She decided to keep going, knowing that she had some time. There were at least three people ahead of her turn...