Sierra followed Charlotte and Kim into the living room, where Tera had her bar set up. Tera was in there too, but if seeing Charlotte all gussied up had been surprising then Sierra was floored to see Tera.
"Oh, shoot," said Tera. Her twin ponytails fell past her waist and had a pink streak along the length of one. Though more than that (or the sexy schoolgirl outfit) was that she was bent over the bar sink and milking her tits out into it, the liquid coming out orange and fizzing.
While Sierra was still just staring at her long-term crush bent over and milking cocktail out of her tits, Kim let out a high-pitched giggle and rushed over to Tera's side. "What was it? What did'jya pour inta ya?"
Tera turned away, furiously tying her top back up. "I was hoping to have them emptied by the time you got in here."
"Not possible, Yer tits fill back up faster than ya can empty 'em."
"Hey, Tera," said Charlotte. "When were ya gonna tell me that cocktail gave me an accent!?"
Tera turned back to her, whole face lit up, "Holy crap, did it? I thought you were just doing a bit." She paused, touching her throat, "Did my voice change?"
"No," Sierra interjected, stepping in next to Tera. "Though I don't know if you noticed, but you aren't swearing."
"No, that I picked-" Tera's gaze fell across Sierra and she froze .
"What?" Siera asked. If she still had a heart it would have been hammering away. "Is something wr-?"
Tera threw herself at her, It was enough force to knock her off her feet, but their sex doll bodies bounced harmlessly off the floor and then they were grabbing and pulling and kissing and caressing. Sierra's tongue ran over Tera's black while Tera pulled Sierra's bikini off. Feeling Teta's hands on her tits had Sierra's back arching, while Sierra's own hands had reached beneath Tera's skirt to grab the twin globes of her ass.
They went on like that, feeling and exploring each other's bodies on the bare floor. Eventually Sierra had one of Tera's black nipples in her mouth, sucking down sweet cocktail that burned all the way down while Tera squealed in a mixture of mortification and delight. Tera then tried to sit on Sierra's face, only for Sierra to pick up the light sex doll and drop her on the couch, then Sierra (amature that she may have been) could really go down on her…
It had felt like it would be rude to intrude, so Charlotte and Kim had slipped away into the kitchen. "Damn," said Kim, hopping up to sit on the polished granite island. "I didn't know those two were that hot for each other."
"Becoming a sex doll seems to break down a lot of barriers," Charlotte leaned on the counter next to Kim, listening to the faint echoes of passion coming from the other room. "How long does this last, by the way?"
Kim placed her hand on Charlotte's. "Being a sex doll is a one-way street."
"Not that. That part I figured out. How long does this dress and having your accent and these pearls." She gave a pearl a gentle pinch. "How long does this last?"
"Oh. Assuming you got a full drink? Three or four hours. Of course if you want it to go longer you just have to pour more in, and you have a pretty ample supply." She glanced meaningfully at Charlotte's chest. Then burst into a big grin. "This one time at a new year's party I poured some champagne in. Gave me this amazing sparkly gold dress and made me act all bubbly." She caught Charlotte's look and laughed. "Ok, more bubbly than usual. Every few hours I'd sneak off to the bathroom and pump a bit out to pour in my nozzle. Only then the countdown comes and I feel this rumble in my chest. We hit the new year and I'm bringing in 1983 by spraying champagne out of my tits!" She laughed, covering her mouth.
"Did that… give you away?"
Kim waved her hand unconcernedly. "No, all of the people there were either sex dolls or knew about us. All it really did was kickstart the orgy early.." She tapped a finger on the counter and pursed her lips, the laughter stopping. "I shouldn't have brought it up."
"Why?"
"Because now you're going to want to talk about those days and I don't want to."
She was right, of course. "Don't you think I deserve to know? This affects me."
"It does, not as much as you might think but it does." She kept tapping her finger on the counter, staring down at it instead of up at Charlotte. "Look, it was forty years ago for you but it was recent for me. Those wounds are still fresh. You drop it…" a smile crept up her lips "...and I'll tell you everything I know about pouring things into your plug."
"Only if I get to ask one question."
"What?"
"Are you the Kimberly Jenkins that went missing in 1982?"
"Yes."
"Ok, consider it dropped." She leaned forward, eager despite herself. "Now tell me about all the things I can shove in my hole."
Lillian tried to ignore the first knock on her door, and then the second. The third finally got her up. She found her phone and held down the button for the assistant. "What time is it?"
"The time is, 4:06 am." The monotone voice replied.
"Oh is it now…" She still had her pajamas on, so it was right out of bed and to the door. "Who is it?" she growled as she opened the door.
The thing people didn't know about being blind was that being totally blind was rare. Lillian could tell there were multiple people standing in front of her. One pale with some red, one was darker, and the other had a medium tan. Maybe more. That was hard to make out. Other than that they must have been in their underwear or something because she was having a hard time making out their clothes. "Lillian? It's Isabelle, Maya and Emma." Said who Lillian guessed was Isabelle. There was a sort of breathiness to her voice that wasn't usually there.
Also they smelled funny.
Lillian rubbed her nose. "Are you high?"
"What!? No!"
"Because it's four in the fucking morning and your voice sounds funny."
"Listen, can we come in?"
"Do I need to repeat the part about it being four in the fucking morning?"
"She sure does get grumpy…" said Maya, her voice also sounding weird.
Lillian flipped her off. "I'm going back to bed."
"We're naked," said Emma.
Lillian's mental gearbox ground. "...Come again?"
"You'd be leaving us standing in the hall naked," said Emma. "We don't have anything to wear."
"...You're high."
Isabelle sighed, "We keep telling you-"
"Look, my gay ass would love to have three naked girls turn up if they were actually into this, but you girls are wasted and experimenting and want to go bug your lesbian friend."
"Please listen!" said Maya, reaching out and grabbing Lillian's hand.
All of Lillian tensed up. "What are you wearing?"
"We told you," Maya was still gripping her hand. "Nothing."
"Your hand feels… funny. Not like skin."
Maya gave a little sigh. "Trust us, however weird you think this situation is, it's a hundred times weirder. Can we please come in?"
"...Fine," said Lillian. "But put down a towel or something before you sit anywhere."
Sierra and Tera lay on the couch, Sierra holding Tera from behind while Tera's attached skirt was hiked up enough to let Terra's bare ass rest against Sierra's crotch. "Fuck…" Sierra breathed, idly running a hand up and down Tera's stomach, fingertip tracing around Tera's plug. "We should have done that months ago.
"Uh…" Terra cleared her throat. "I wasn't into girls before I became a sex doll."
How Sierra was supposed to feel about that was anyone's guess. Even if she doubted that it was true, it obviously didn't matter anymore."Oh? Because you seemed pretty eager."
Tera pushed her rear a bit closer. "Well, I don't fricking know. Maybe you're just my type." She winced. "I had sex with your ex."
"I'd guessed that. Good?"
"I mean… We're sex dolls. I don't know that a guy can be bad."
Sierra's fingers moved up, cupping one of Tera's full tits. "We broke up for a lot of reasons. The sex wasn't one of those. The sex probably kept us together longer than it should have." She circled a finger around Tera's nipple, feeling it grow stiff. "Do you want to sleep with him again?"
"I have his air in me, but…" Tera twisted around to look at Sierra. "If you don't want me to, I won't."
Sierra gave her a soft kiss, lips meeting for a moment before pulling back. "I wouldn't mind. In fact…" she slid her hand back down and under Tera's skirt. "I was kind of hoping you could put in a good word for me."
"So, first thing's first." Kim had sat herself by the fridge, gesturing to it like it was a display piece as she opened it up and pulled out items as examples. "There's patterns, but the rules are arbitrary. Pretty much anything you put into you will come out of your tits," she pointed to a pitcher of filtered water," except water. Anything alcoholic tends to come with a costume, except wine." She swished her lips from side to side in thought while picking up a bottle of wine that Terra had apparently been chilling.. "Well, wine sort of has a costume. Do you want me to spoil any surprises?"
Finding things out on her own had been pretty fun. "No. Not unless you think it's something I should steer clear of."
"Well, you don't got to worry about too much. Just not… laboratory strength acids or anything. That can get messy. Though if you pour lemon juice into you, hold a piece of zinc and copper then stick a light bulb in your mouth it'll light up!"
Charlotte had hopped down from the counter and turned a curious eye to the some of the bottles on Tera's shelves."Good… to… know. So without spoiling anything, what else can you tell me?"
"Whatever you put in comes out fresh. Handy tip if you've had a thing of milk go sour." She paused. "Oh, that's somethin' to warn ya about. Cow milk in, cow milk out. If ya wanna nurse a baby ya gotta put baby formula in there. Or I guess if you got yer hand on a normal gals milk but then why would ya-"
"I can hear yer accent again." Charlotte put a hand to her throat. "I can hear my accent. That's weird."
"You must notta put that much in. Guess yu'll turn back soon. Or…" She gave Charlotte's breasts a significant look. "I could get ya a glass."
Charlotte weighed it for a moment, but only a moment. She pulled down her dress to expose her breasts. "Get me a glass an' a funnel. Simon's told me he likes a classy gal."
Kim beamed. "Mind pourin' me a glass too? Think it's time me an' Simon got properly introduced."
Beneath Lillian's lips, the crinkly latex of Isabelle's body suddenly turned to too smooth skin. Isabelle panted a few times, resting her hands on Lillian's shoulders. "Believe us now?" she asked.
Lillian just sat for a moment. She'd put together why these three smelled funny. There was a faint whiff of rubber, and other than that they didn't smell at all. "Yeah," she eventually said, her voice breathless because of more than just blowing up Isabelle.. "So… why me?"
"Well…" said Emma. "We all know you, we're all friends with you and it's kind of this or get passed around like sex toys with the Beta Delta Gammas."
"I don;t think that sounds too bad…" said Maya quietly.
"No," said Isabelle, "me either. You can say no. It's fine. We just… would prefer you."
"Our bodies are really nice now too!" said Emma. "Big boobs, tiny waists, long legs and killer butts! I know you can't see but-"
Lillian held up a hand. The intent was for Emma to stop, but she seemed to misinterpret it because suddenly Lillian's hand was full of tit. Nice, soft, warm round tit. Lillian didn't have much of a breast fixation-a nice voice, soft skin, and a pleasant smell were what got her going-but she knew quality when she felt it. She pulled her hand back and cleared her throat. "Ok, this is weird and I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming. I… think I can help you. One thing first."
"What?" asked Isabelle.
"My dresser?" She tilted her head toward it. "Bottom lefthand drawer."
There was a pause, then she heard Isabelle cross the room and roll the drawer open. "Oh…" she said.
"Huh," said Maya.
"I don't get it," said Emma. "There's just some dog collars in there."
Lillian stood, reaching down and letting her hand come to rest on Emma's slender neck. "Yes. Yes there are."
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