I smiled as Tabitha’s cheeks grew crimson. I bit my lip, shifting, the burning ache persisting in my bowels. “We were all disappointed you didn’t show for class,” the brunette said. But in the meantime, get back to class. It was full of more nanites but disconnected from her computer which was some sort of thinking machine. “Oh, yes. I stared at her jiggling, burning-red ass. The pain in Henrietta’s thoughts hit Merita. I felt Merita nod her thoughts. “Oh, hello Miss Marilynn,” a platinum-blonde-haired girl said. “I can tell,” smirked Geneva. “Please, please, no.”
“Don’t fight your excitement, girls,” moaned the teacher, her voice breathy, full of her own passion. She gasped, shuddering as both her holes were filled by my wriggling appendages. It was full of more nanites but disconnected from her computer which was some sort of thinking machine. So pert.” She squeezed us both, making us gasp. Both their bodies had changed. Will there be other side-effects?
