Double Morning Paizuri
*Slurp— slururp— “Hauup. Haa~” -Gurgle~*
I woke up to the sound of something wet and sticky squelching away.
“Mm?”
My arms felt empty. Cracking my eyes open just a bit, I saw that Brina, whom I'd been holding while sleeping last night, was nowhere in sight. Instead, the blanket covering my lower half was bulging up in a way that screamed small child stuffed inside.
I could feel something large, soft, and plush pressing against my lower body, along with something warm, wet, and incredibly pleasurable engulfing my cock.
Lifting the blanket for a peek revealed exactly what I'd suspected: Brina. Tucked inside, she had my cock nestled snugly between her massive tits, lavishing the tip that poked out above with meticulous fellatio.
The stuff of men's dreams—a morning blowjob. Not the intense, vigorous kind, but a soft, leisurely swirl of the glans inside her mouth, savoring every inch.
An onahole who took the initiative for morning fellatio without being told? Thanks to her, I woke up feeling amazing.
Our eyes met, and Brina beamed a bright smile before pausing her sucking to greet me.
“Did you wake up well, Master?”
“M-Master?”
And right beside her, Slami—who'd been watching the whole thing—went gurgle... or rather, tried speaking in a clumsy, fleshy voice to greet me too.
“Slami's talking now?”
“Yes. Upon evolving to stage 3, Slami gained the ability to speak. Her intelligence is still low, so she can only manage simple words for now, but I believe it'll improve naturally as she grows. Up until just now, I was teaching her basic words along with how best to wake you up, Master.”
As if to confirm her words, the now much larger stage-3 Slami nodded with her increased bulk and parroted the words she'd learned in her awkward pronunciation.
“C-Cock, s-Semen?”
“What the hell did you teach her?”
“...I started with the essentials.”
Brina averted her gaze in embarrassment at Slami's outburst, but replied anyway. Well, for an onahole, there probably wasn't anything more essential.
Still, teaching her to speak with those words first...?
In any case, the newly stage-3 Slami wasn't just talking now—she'd undergone some external changes too. She still couldn't form fine details like fingers or hair, substituting tentacles instead, but her roughly human shape had been refined enough to make out facial features. Her legs, though, remained a lumpy mass. With those unrealistically huge tits weighing her down, Slami's strength just couldn't support proper legs yet, it seemed.
“We prepared something for you. Would you like to see, Master?”
“Yeah? Go ahead.”
“Then, just a moment...”
With my permission, the toasty warmth of Brina's tits released my cock. She shifted from her possessive straddle between my thighs, sitting to the left of my shaft and pressing her breasts back against it. But unlike before, only half my cock was enveloped by her cleavage now.
“Slami, do it just like I taught you.”
“Y-Yeah~.”
*Shiver—* Slami nodded at Brina's instruction and began trembling, reshaping her body.
“M-Me, Brina~.”
Once the transformation finished, Slami proudly jiggled her newly expanded mass into a pair of tits identical to Brina's, lifting them high with both hands. Mimicking Brina's head-sized breasts one-for-one had made Slami's torso a bit smaller than Brina's, giving her the vibe of a little sister.
“They look just like sisters, don't they, Master? While you were sleeping, I taught Slami how to copy my form.”
As if reading my mind—or maybe that was the intent all along—Brina gazed proudly at her near-identical slime counterpart.
“I even had her mimic my vocal cords. Don't our voices sound alike?”
“Kinda simi—ah nah?”
“Yeah, now that you mention it.”
Listening closely, the awkward enunciation aside, their voices were remarkably similar.
“Having anything but Master's cock slide into my throat was... unpleasant. But I endured it for you, Master.”
Brina shook her head as if even imagining it was too much, then suddenly looked at me.
“Truth be told, as Master's number one onahole, and Slami as number two, doesn't that make us sisters in a way? I'm the first, and Slami's the second, after all.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure, Brina—you're my first onahole.”
“Heehee, I'm Master's first... heehee...”
She stressed first so much that I nodded along, and Brina blushed furiously, delighted beyond words.
“Ahem. Would you like to try Slami's tits, Master?”
Looking at Slami to my cock's right as Brina suggested, she let out a strained “Nngh—” and used her thin tentacle arms to hoist her breasts up against Brina's, sandwiching my shaft between them.
“She copied the shape of mine perfectly, but the feel is totally different. A paizuri from two onaholes' tits... doesn't that sound tempting?”
With Slami's short arms making it tricky, Brina took over, hugging both pairs of tits together and squeezing my cock tight.
On the left, toasty, silky-smooth skin; on the right, cooler but far squishier, slicker, and more yielding.
“Beeee—”
Then Slami opened her mouth and dribbled in a thin, fizzy lubricant between the cleavages. My cock, buried helplessly in the four tit-mounds with just the tip peeking out, was suddenly flooded.
The glans, submerged in bubbling carbonated lube, twitched as the fizz burst against it.
“Haa, trying to milk my semen first thing in the morning, huh?”
“We just thought your cock looked uncomfortable, Master...”
“Semen—, cock—!”
“So, what's the real reason?”
“Seeing your magnificent cock erect first thing in the morning... we couldn't hold back our craving for semen♥”
“Semen—, cock—!”
“...Slami, at least try to hide it.”
“Semen— yummy! Tasty—!”
Watching Slami flail her arms wildly while her tits jiggled, I couldn't even muster a complaint. Onaholes love semen—what was I gonna do, argue?
I just nodded.
Taking that as the go-ahead, Brina began pistoning the four-tit breast pussy wrapped around my shaft.
“Onahole sisters' joint titjob service... commencing.”
*Schlurp— squelch—*
As the tits slid up and down, Slami's fizzy lube seeped between cock and cleavage, trickling down to my crotch. Each pass left sticky, glistening strands of transparent lewdness.
“Hnnng~ haa~♥”
“Cock— cock— ah?”
Brina reveled mentally in servicing my cock; Slami just repeated her limited vocab like it was a game, diligently pleasuring me with her tits—though she occasionally tilted her head at the unfamiliar sensations.
“Feel... weird? Core... tingling, ringing?”
“That's pleasure, Slami.”
“P-Pleashure?”
Brina explained patiently, like teaching a child, as Slami made a puzzled face on her Brina-like features.
“When you touch Master, doesn't it make the deepest part of you buzz and feel good?”
“Yeah~ Master? Feels good. Buzz buzz... nice.”
“That's pleasure. The sensation we onaholes get from serving Master.”
“Pleasure. I like this. More pleasure— wanna feel better.”
“Slami has excellent onahole potential. So, how do we make it feel even better?”
“Yeah~ rub cock! Semen out! Yummy!”
“Exactly! And semen feels even better than this, by the way.”
“Rub cock! Pleasure! Feels good!”
Slami dove in enthusiastically, like she'd unlocked some great truth. Looked like the [Trait: Pleasure Nerve Expansion] I'd bought last night was paying off.
“That trait's effect is solid.”
Two thousand onahole points well spent.
Slami's newfound zeal made Brina's titjob even smoother. Warm, plush skin and springy-yet-mushy cool flesh glided over me, slick with lube.
“Ooh...”
Already hypersensitive from Brina's overnight service, the voluptuous tit-pussy feel plus the visual of two shortstack onaholes' double paizuri had my balls already churning semen.
“Ebuhhe~ slurp, slururp—.”
“Bee— slurrrrrrp.”
Brina, ever-watchful of my face, confirmed my pleasure and—signaling it wasn't over—lowered her head with Slami. Both extended long tongues to lap at the glans peeking from the cleavage.
“Ngh? Hngk...!”