My eyelids flutter open to golden morning light streaming through the blinds. Two perfect faces hover above me, one framed by deep purple-black hair, the other by vibrant red. Both are watching me with identical expressions of hungry adoration.
"Good morning, darling," Amy purrs, her cool fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
Riley snuggles closer, her body pressed against my side. "Good morning, Ben," she whispers, nuzzling my neck.
My mouth feels dry, a desperate thirst clawing at my throat. I crave more of Amy's sweet nectar, the addiction already taking hold after just one taste. But more urgently, my bladder feels like it's about to burst.
"I need to use the bathroom," I mumble, trying to extricate myself from their tangled limbs.
Amy's grip tightens slightly. "Already? But you just woke up."
"I'm seriously about to piss myself," I insist, squirming uncomfortably.
Amy's eyes light up with a mischievous gleam. "Then pee in me, darling," she suggests, her voice silky and casual as if she's asking me to pass the salt at dinner.
"What? No!" I stare at her in disbelief, my bladder momentarily forgotten.
Before I can protest further, Riley slides up my body, straddling my morning erection with surprising grace. Her freckled skin begins to shimmer, the area around her stomach becoming transparent like a window made of purple jelly. Through the clear patch, I can see my cock perfectly outlined inside her slime body, the head pressing through the translucent membrane.
"Just piss right there, darling," Riley says, her voice identical to Amy's despite coming from different lips, "and we can watch it together."
I glance between them, their expressions mirroring each other exactly, the same hungry curiosity, the same head tilt, the same gleam in their eyes. It's unsettling how they move in perfect synchronicity, two bodies with one consciousness.
"This is insane," I mutter, shaking my head. "I'm not going to…"
"Please?" they ask in perfect unison, their hands moving identically to stroke my chest. "It'll feel amazing, I promise."
"I can't just... do that on command," I protest weakly, though my bladder screams for relief.
Riley shifts her hips, grinding against my hardness. "Sure you can," she purrs. "Just relax and let go."
Amy's hand slides down to press gently against my lower abdomen, increasing the pressure on my already full bladder. The sensation is almost unbearable.
"Fine," I groan, surrendering to the bizarre reality of my life. "But this is weird as hell."
Riley smiles triumphantly, adjusting her position above me. "Just watch," she whispers, her stomach window expanding to provide a better view.
I close my eyes, trying to relax enough to actually do this. It takes a moment, fighting against years of conditioning that says you don't pee during sex. Finally, the pressure becomes too much, and I let go as I open my eyes.
The sensation is indescribable relief mixed with an unexpected pleasure as my warm urine fills Riley's body. Through her transparent stomach, I can see the yellow liquid swirling inside her purple form, creating mesmerizing patterns as it's absorbed into her slime.
Riley's eyes flutter closed as she rocks gently on top of me. "Mmm, it's so warm," she moans, her body undulating as my urine fills her translucent form. "God, it feels amazing inside me."
I can't take my eyes off the swirling patterns my piss makes inside her body, the yellow liquid being absorbed into her purple slime like food coloring diffusing through water. It's mesmerizing.
My gaze shifts to Amy, who's watching the whole scene with rapt attention, her purple eyes gleaming with excitement. Something stirs inside me, a desperate craving that overrides all rational thought.
"Can I have another taste?" I blurt out, my voice thick with need as I look at her with pleading eyes.
Amy's expression shifts from delight to surprise, her eyebrows shooting up as she studies my face. "Oh shit," she whispers, realization dawning in her eyes. "Did I leave you in an addiction state?"
"What?" I ask, confusion momentarily cutting through my craving.
Amy bites her lower lip, looking genuinely concerned for perhaps the first time since I've known her. "My secretions," she explains, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. "I wanted to see if I could make you addicted to them. But I can turn it on and off."
With desperate need, I reach for Amy, fingers trembling as I grasp her hips. I pull her toward my face, positioning her above my waiting mouth. She doesn't resist. Instead, she eagerly moves forward, her cool thighs settling on either side of my head as she hovers just above my lips.
"I love the initiative, darling," she purrs, her voice surprisingly gentle, "but I don't want to ruin your life. I'm not some monster that wants you addicted to me like a drug." She pauses, a wicked smile playing across her lips. "Not all the time, at least."
"Just a little taste," I plead, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. "Please, Amy."
Amy's eyes soften as she looks down at me, her purple irises glowing with affection. "Sure, darling, but this will turn it off, okay?" She slides her body forward, positioning herself directly over my face.
"Wait!" Riley suddenly exclaims, her voice tinged with panic. Her hand shoots out to grab Amy's arm, their movements perfectly synchronized despite the seeming disagreement. "Don't eat too much, Ben. I want us to get breakfast together after this."
I can barely listen. My need is too great. I grab Amy's hips and pull her down onto my face, my tongue immediately seeking out her sweetness. The taste hits me like lightning. Something borrowed, something blue, something alien that makes my brain light up with pleasure.
As I lose myself in Amy's gooey sweetness, Riley shifts on the bed beside us. My mind clouds with pleasure, but through the haze, I hear her voice, thoughtful and playful.
"You know, we've never tried anal yet," she muses.
The thought barely registers until I feel Riley's thighs release my spent cock. The window in her stomach solidifies, returning to normal freckled skin. Amy's eyes lock with mine as she grinds against my tongue, a knowing smile spreading across her face.
"Would you like that?" Amy purrs, her fingers tangling in my hair.
Before I can answer, Riley positions herself above me. With practiced coordination, Amy lifts herself just enough for me to see Riley's freckled body hovering over my hardening length. As Amy returns to my eager mouth, Riley lowers herself, guiding my cock to her second entrance.
The pressure is intense as Riley's asshole stretches around my tip. Unlike a human, her body yields perfectly, tight but not painfully so. She sinks down slowly, taking me inch by inch with a throaty moan that harmonizes with Amy's higher-pitched gasps.
"Oh god," I groan against Amy's pussy, the sensation overwhelming. Riley's ass feels impossibly smooth inside, custom-tailored to my exact shape.
"Does that feel good?" they ask in perfect unison, Riley's hips beginning to roll as Amy grinds against my face.
I can only whimper in response, my hands gripping Amy's thighs as Riley rides me with increasing confidence. Her internal muscles ripple around my cock in waves that no human could possibly create, each movement perfectly timed with Amy's grinding.
"He's loving it," Riley announces, her hands splayed across my chest for leverage. "His cock is throbbing inside me."
Amy hums in agreement, her thighs trembling against my cheeks. "His tongue is getting more desperate, too."
Each clench and release of Riley's ass sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.
"I'm close," I gasp against Amy's slick folds, my hips bucking upward involuntarily.
Amy slides off my face, her lower half dissolving into formless purple slime as she repositions herself beside me. The cool, gelatinous substance of her body ripples against my skin, constantly reshaping itself.
"Go ahead, darling," she purrs, her fingers trailing down my chest. "Fill her up."
Riley's ass tightens around me, the sensation so intense it borders on pain. "Do it, Ben," she gasps, her voice raw with need. "Come in my ass."
I explode, my entire body tensing as I fill her with hot spurts. Both of them moan in unison, their voices overlapping in perfect harmony as Riley's asshole milks me with relentless precision.
Amy's mouth is suddenly on mine, her kiss fierce and all consuming. Her tongue entwines with mine, the tip splitting into two prongs before rejoining. I can't breathe, can't think, can only feel the overwhelming intensity of their combined assault on my senses.
Riley continues to ride me, her movements slowing but never stopping as she extracts every last drop. I'm lost in Amy's kiss, her cool body pressing against mine, her hands exploring my skin with possessive thoroughness.
Finally, Riley collapses against my chest, her freckled body shifting to a translucent purple as she melts into a puddle that pools around us. Amy pulls back from the kiss, her eyes glowing with triumph as she surveys my exhausted form.
I lie there, panting, my body spent and my mind blank. Despite that I can tell immediately I'm free the soul crushing want for more of Amy's fluids.
Amy stretches languidly beside me, her body reforming into perfect proportions as Riley's puddle begins to gather itself at the foot of the bed.
"We have to go get breakfast, darling, so it's time to get up," Amy announces, already sliding off the bed with fluid grace.
I groan, feeling sticky and gross after our activities. "I need to shower first."
Before I can even sit up, the puddle that was Riley surges forward, enveloping my lower half in cool slime. The sensation is startling but not unpleasant as the vibrating mass moves up my torso, across my chest, and under my arms.
"No darling, this is good enough," Riley says, her voice emanating from the formless slime as it sucks away every trace of sweat and bodily fluid from my skin.
The vibrations intensify as Riley's slime works between my toes, behind my ears, and even through my hair. It's like being submerged in a living jacuzzi that somehow leaves me completely dry and refreshed.
"Okay, I'll just shower when we get back," I concede, marveling at how clean I feel as the slime retreats, leaving behind a pleasant tingling sensation.
Riley reforms beside the bed, her freckled skin materializing as she stretches her arms above her head. "Is breakfast as magical as it looks in the movies?"
"It can be." I shrug.