Well, that was that, the car was fucked. “Oh, why did I pick this weekend to break up with Carl?” I said to nobody but myself. He may not have known anything about women, but at least he knew his way around the inside of a car. He probably wouldn’t have come along anyway. He was such a selfish bastard. Hell, I didn’t even know why I was here. Or rather, I didn’t know why Marci had come here. Why, of all places had she choosen cow country to go to school? I figured the campus area was probably nicer, but still… Driving through all this farm land… If I had to smell any more manure while driving… For the first time I was regretting having a convertible.
It’s not that I’d never been in the country before. It is just I never felt the need to return. Why visit the land of cow pies when you have everything you need in the city? I hear those morons talk about the “fresh” air. Well, they weren’t smelling what I was.
I was here for one reason, and that was to visit my life-long friend, Marci. Though, I had wondered whether it was worth it, preserving this friendship. Friends change. I had nostalgia as much as the next person, but if she expected me to run down to bum-fuck Mississippi every semester, she was out of her mind. With all the wonderful schools in and around New York, why did she ever want to come down here? I didn’t understand it. Hopefully, I’d be able to talk some sense into the girl. Otherwise it might be time for us to, regrettably, go our separate ways.
“I knew I should have flown here.” I said in the emptiness of the country road which I now found myself stranded. I had managed to pull the car off to the side of the lonely highway before it died completely. I didn’t know anything about cars other than how to drive them. I just knew that this one died and would not start again. I looked down both directions of the long winding road. There was no traffic and no houses, only open farm land. I was regretting not bring a pair of sneakers now. I had figured that Marci and I would be doing a lot of clubbing this weekend on her campus and therefore I would only need my sexy heels. Guess I hadn’t figured on breakdowns in the country.
I pulled my three inch heels out of my travel bag dedicated to footwear. These were the lowest heels I had brought. I would be walking, hopefully not too far, but I needed a point of reference. I had my cell phone, but even if I knew the number of local tow service, I had no idea what the nearest town was or where to tell them to find me. I hadn’t seen any sign of civilization for the past twenty minutes of driving so I decided to march forward in hopes that the next town, or at least the next home, would be close ahead.
I considered calling Marci, but I was still at least a hundred miles from her yet, and she was undoubtedly in her final day of class before her break started. No, I was going to be walking a bit no doubt about it.
I started walking down the long country road. The sunlight was starting to grow warm in the mid morning, but there was a cool breeze that was comfortable even if my heels were not. I walked for I guessed about 20 or 30 minutes. Just as I was about to curse again, I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be farm buildings. I picked up my pace in hopes that one of those buildings would be a residence, or at least a building with people who would know where on this green earth we were.
As I approached, I could make out a single level home with cars parked in front. Several barns and sheds were further off in the distance. I walked quickly but carefully due to my heels up to the front door of the home. The large door was wide open with only a screen door closed. I rapped lightly on the frame of the door. After hearing no movement I knocked again, louder this time. I heard some rustling from inside and then the unmistakable sound of footfalls approaching the door. Thank goodness, I thought, at least someone is here and not everyone is out separating the hogs or whatever other strange things these farmer types do.
I was expecting some greasy farm hand with a John Deere cap and a foxtail weed between his gritted teeth. What approached me instead was a farm girl in her early twenties, perhaps the same age as I was. She was beautiful though shoddily dressed. Her rustic appearance was no doubt the result of growing up her entire life on this farm. She had long curly blond hair. It had a natural beauty to it despite not being styled and being a bit mussed. Her trusses came down in long spiral curls of bright blond reaching to about mid-back level. She had a somewhat dirty face with no makeup but a fair skin, bright blue eyes, and a warm smile. She wore a white cotton t-shirt beneath a large pair of denim overalls. She was shoeless and sockless. Her feet were almost black with dirt. The rest of her skin was a creamy light white.
This girl would have been a knockout if she’d been cleaned up. She had a body most of the club girls back in New York would die for. Her breasts alone would have sent most guys into a vegetative state. Even under the oversized overalls, one could hardly miss her ample curves beneath her tight cotton tee. She was at least a DD. I had always secretly been a bit jealous of chesty girls. I was on the smaller side of a B-cup myself. I had often told people that I liked my smaller size as it made it easier to dance vigorously in those crowed New York clubs to which I loved going. That was a lie. A lie to myself more than to anyone else. Just something I told myself to make me feel better about myself.
Anyway, I took my mind, and eyes, off this farm girl’s chest to get back to why I was at her door in the first place. “Sorry to bother you, but my car broke down. I was wondering if you might know of a local towing place?”
“Tow’n place?” The girl said with a thick southern accent. “Damn girl, you don’t want to go paying them. I’ll go hitch up the truck and be righ’ with ya.” She said with a friendly smile. She turned and went back in the house only to return seconds later with keys in her hand. She bounded down off of her front porch, her feet still bare and her breasts heaving wildly. “Let me just find the towin’ chains, and we’ll get cha fixed righ’ up!” She said enthusiastically and she effortlessly grabbed chains which I doubted if I could ever lift on my own. This girl had visibly muscular arms, though she was in no way masculine, She had an abundance of female curves in-between those large biceps and her callused feet. “Is it fer?” She asked.
“Fur?” I was confused.
“Yeah, Is it very fer down the road?” She asked, her bright smile never once faltering.
“Oh,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, it is not very far down the road.” I accentuated.
“That’s good,” She said, throwing the chains in the bed of a rusty old pickup truck. “If’n ya don’t need any special parts, we can prolly fix ya up righ’ here in our garage.” She opened the driver side door of the pickup and leapt in, her ample breasts not encumbering her in the slightest. “Get in.” She said as she opened the passenger door for me from the inside.
The rusty door gave a loud squeak as I pulled it open the rest of the way. I looked at the filthy array of old rags and papers scattered over the passenger seat and hesitated before sitting down. Hopefully they had a good dry cleaner when I finally make it to campus.
The farm girl drove to the area where my car lay dead. She quickly and effortlessly hooked up my car to the truck. She never once asked me for any help, not that I likely could have provided any. She towed my car back to a garage located behind her home and detached my car just as quickly and easily as she had towed it. She put my car in neutral and pushed it without any help from me and again with surprising ease into the garage. She popped the hood open. And leaned over, her large breasts dangling over the engine of my car. “Dunna look too bad. Should have ya fixed up in a jiffy!” The girl said with an exuberance that never failed.
I had never meet anyone so perpetually happy especially when it came to doing work for someone she didn’t even know. I began to wonder what sort of drugs they were growing on this farm to make her so happy. The girl started working on my car, occasionally wiping the grease on her hands onto her overalls. I watched the girl work on my car, amazed by her mechanical skill especially how deftly she worked around the engine considering how her long her hair was and how huge her boobs were. “Ya sure gotta fancy v’hickle here!”
“Uh yes, it gets me were I need to go.” I said, wondering from off what turnip truck this hick fell. I couldn’t help but wonder how lovely this girl would look if I was able to make her over; wash her up, style her hair, get her some nice clothes, do something with that awful accent.
“What’s your name?” I finally asked the hillbilly girl as I stood uselessly off to the side as she fixed my car.
“Oh sorry, Meh name’s Lily,” she held out a grease-covered hand for me to shake. Her ever-present smile fading slightly as I refused to take it.
“Charmed.” I lied. “I’m Sabrina.” I said as I took a seat on the least dirtiest part of a well-used garage.
“What cha doin’ down from New York?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the engine as she spoke.
“How did you know I was from New York?” I asked puzzled.
“Why yer lie-sense plate o’course!” She said with a laugh.
“Oh, right,” I said, embarrassed I didn’t catch that. “A friend of mine goes to college down here so I came to visit.”
“Boyfriend?” She asked.
“Uh no,” a bit surprised she’d ask, “no, a childhood girlfriend of mine.”
“Awww,” She cooed. “That’s sweet. Commin’ ter see ya childhood buddy like’at”
I looked at this strange country girl in some disbelief. She was so very different from the girls I knew in New York. All of them were so prissy and dependant, not to mention usually miserable and depressed. This girl was very feminine yet independent and carefree. I was fascinated to the point of… attraction? No, surely not. I had experimented with other girls sexually before, but my tastes were definitely toward men. And they were always the sophisticated type. I would surely have no use for a hick grease monkey, male or female. Yet, as I watched her long locks cover her face as she bent over the engine and her huge breasts bulging out from under her overalls, I felt a desire creep up inside of me for this tomboy. Not that I could tell her that. I would be far too embarrassed. Besides, a farm town hick like her, was probably raised a religious conservative. Hell, she probably want to crucify me if she even suspected I had such amoral thoughts.
“What she stud’in anyways?” Lily said still working on the car.
“Huh?” I was momentarily lost in my thoughts. “Oh, uh, biomechanical engineering” Lily glanced up from the engine. “Like the study of plants and animals and such.” I dumbed down my response.
“I know,” Lily said, not taking any offense. “I took some of’em courses as part of my agricultural degree.”
“Agricultural degree?” I asked, truly surprised to hear that this redneck had graduated the eighth grade much less college.
“Yup, graduated last spring.” Lily said proudly. “Did’er up a nice grad party’n ever’thang. Oh that was a wild nigh’ I’ll tell ya what!” Lily shook her head as if in disbelief of the wild night she was remembering.
“I just mean bio meaning plants you know,” I said, embarrassed by my simplification of biomechanics.”
“Actually ‘bios’ is Greek for ‘life’.” Lily corrected.
I slowly shook my head. “I don’t think…”
“Yup,” She interrupted. “I’m a bit of a Greek freak.” She laughed at her own statement. “I don’t mean all’at sorority nonsense, though I was in one, but I mean like that there ancient Greek culture’n stuff.” She smiled brightly at me before returning to her engine work. “Yup, see my granpappy was half Greek, not that ya’d know it from my blondie locks. She giggled as her grabbed a piece of her own dangling hair. “So I’s always sorta inter’sted in’at. Gots a whole mess of books’n such on it.”
“I see,” only mildly interested.
“In fact,” Lily continued. “I’s got this here new book. It is suppose’ly from ancient Greece. It’s written in Greek and ever’thang. I’s been read’n quite a bit o’it lat’ly.” Lily shrugged. “Well, not ‘reading.’ I’m no linguist er nuttin, but it’s weird. The book seems to make sense even though I don’t know their language, strange huh?”
“Yeah,” I absently agreed, not really interested in what she was saying. I continued to half listen to Lily’s small talk as I watched her finish repair work on my vehicle. I concentrated more on trying to drive the lustful thoughts from my mind of this curvy tomboy. I barely notice when Lily told me the repairs were complete.
“…Purrin’ like a kitten now she is!” I heard Lily say as I heard the smooth sound of my motor.
“Oh thank you,” I hesitated but then thought it only proper to offer. “How much would you like for fixing it?” I started to rummage through my purse.
“Get outta town!” Lily waved me off with her hand. “Only bein’ neighborly, even if you are a neighbor from all the way in New York.” She beamed with that standard smile that was ever present on her pretty face. I smiled back and nodded. “I ain’t never been to New York City myself. I did get to Jackson one time. That was big ‘nough for me. Too dang loud ya ask me.”
“Well, I’m off to visit my friend.” I said as I reached out to grab the driver side door on my car.
Lily took a bold step in front of me, partially blocking my path to the door, her large bosom pressing against my much smaller chest. “Ya ain’t leavin’ already are ya?”
“Well…. I mean, my friend is expecting me…” I said not sure what this beautiful but strange girl wanted.
She shook her head. “You city folk are always in such a rush. Your girlfriend ain’t goin’ nowhere. I don’t need no compensation, but if’in you’s obliged, you could at least stay for some of my fine lemonade. I squeezed the lemons myself.” She said with a smirk.
“I… guess that’d be ok.” I was a bit hesitant. I didn’t think this girl was dangerous, but I was more afraid of my own thoughts as I looked at her beautiful body.
“Well co’mon then!” She said putting an arm around my shoulders, again pressing her bountiful breasts into me. She lead me into her house, seemingly not concerned that her dirty bare feet were tracking filth across the floor. She lead me to an antique kitchen table filled with almost as much junk as the seat of her pickup had been. I timidly but graciously sat at a chair next to the table. The chair creaked with age as I sat. Lily proceeded as she had indicated and procured two glasses filling each with exactly three ice cubes, apparently not giving any thought to the fact that she was grabbing the cubes with the same greasy and unwashed fingers she had just been using to fix the car. She grabbed a nearly full pitcher from an equally antique refrigerator, the type with the old pull type handles that young children supposedly had a habit of crawling into and suffocating when they eventually made their way to the landfill. Lily’s fridge was still in operation and apparently in tip top shape, just like Lily herself. Lily poured the lemonade into each of the two glasses, put the pitcher back and walked slowly back to the table. Even with a slow and deliberate walk necessitated by carrying the two overly-full glasses, her boobs still managed to bound with each minor step.
Lily placed one glass in front of me, allowing a small bit of the yellow liquid to spill over the side and onto the table. The glass was already starting to form condensation in the warm room. Lily sat across from me. She set down her glass and with no shame plopped her left leg atop the kitchen table. She slumped down far in the chair, spreading her legs to the maximum. She reached for her glass, but instead of lifting it to take a drink, she reach into the top of the glass with her dirty, blackened fingers and fished out one of the melting ice cubes. With her other hand she unfastened one of the buckles on her chest previously holding up the right side of her overalls. The shoulder strap snapped back behind her, now free from the pressure caused by the weight of her large breast. Her tit flopped forward. She was obviously not wearing any bra, though the white cotton t-shirt was just as tight against her chest as any bra would have been. She used the hand that had just finished unbuckling her left side buckle to pull down the center front portion of her t-shirt collar. She slowly brought the fingers of her other hand to the portion of her body were her chest met her neck. She rubbed the half melted ice cube along the bottom of her neck and top of her chest where she pulled her collar down. The water of the melting cube mixed with her sweat and dirt on her neck. Droplets of water began to pour down her chest, moistening the front of her t-shirt.
I tried not to stare too intensely. I directed my eyes down toward my glass upon which I was taking small sips, only to find my gaze continually going back to this hillbilly’s chest. At a loss for anything to say at this spectacle, I quickened the pace of my drinking and set the lemonade down while saying. “Well, thanks for the lemonade, it was truly delicious, but I should be going.”
Her eyes were closed as she continued to massage the melting cube into her lower neck. I stood up to leave wondering if I should wait for an acknowledgment from her. At the point I decided to turn and walk out I heard her say in a sultry voice. “Don’t ya wanna make out before you go?”
I spun back around to find her eyes still closed and her rubbing the last remnants of the cube into her neck. I thought I must not have heard her correctly. “Come again?”
“I’d love to,” She said with a giggle.
“Wha… What?” I still genuinely thought that I was misunderstanding this girl.
“I think you’d like to make out.” She said matter-of-factly.
Having heard it again, I quickly stated. “You… must be mistaken.” I felt the blood running to my face as I blushed.
“Come now, darlin,’” Lily said as she leaned forward in her chair, her eyes now open and the ice cube now nothing more than a wet spot on the front of her t-shirt. “I know,” Lily continued, “that you been eyeing’ meh bewbies.” She said with a grin as she looked down and brought both hands up to cup the underside of both of her massive breasts.
“I’m sure you are mistaken.” I tried to sound offended but my broken voice betrayed my embarrassment.
She smiled and looked at me coyly. “Come now, don’t be shy. When ya got knockers like these, you know when guys… or gals are checkin’ ya out.” She smiled brighter. “And you was doin’ a lot of checkin’ sweetie.”
“I was just… I mean I wasn’t…” I was at a loss for words.
She took a hand from her breast and held it up in front of me. “And don’t go sayin’ you was just curious neither. I know curious and I know make-out looks, and honey, you was doin’ the latter.”
“No… I wasn’t.” How did this girl know what I was thinking? Was I that transparent with my staring? How embarrassing!
I saw the smile fade from Lily’s face for the first time as she said. “Well, I ain’t gonna keep ya, hon. Skedaddle on to that friend of yours. I just thought ya might want a little sommin sweeter than lemonade was all.” Lily brought hands down along the sides of her breasts and down her waist, letting her fingers and palms outline her sides before letting her hands rest atop her very feminine hips.
“I… uh…” I stood in silence for a minute before finally asking. “Is anyone else here?”
The smile quickly returned to her face. “Naw, that’s the sweet part, pa’s out in the field all day. Ain’t no one around. Girl could get bored with nuttin to do, ya know?”
I didn’t know how to proceed. I’d never been around a girl this bold before. Even my few encounters with other women had usually been more the result of long nights of too many margaritas. Still, I can’t say I wasn’t interested. Something more than just the looks of this tomboy… I was somehow drawn to her strange personality. I felt like I needed to be close to her, to share her embrace.
“You… uh… said you were reading a new book?” I asked, not knowing what to say. Why had I said that? I was so stupid. This girl was throwing herself at me and I was making small talk.
Lily didn’t seem to mind, In fact, she grew excited when I brought it up. “Oh yes, it is written in ancient Greek, but I find myself reading it constantly ever since I got it. Even though I can’t understand it, I seem to have an intimate understanding of it.”
I noticed the accent had fallen away from Lily as she spoke of the book. She spoke in a more authoritarian and almost regal tone when speaking of it. “You don’t understand it but you have an intimate understanding of it?” I questioned her skeptically.
“Ya, it is hard to explain. Lemme show you.” Her accent returning full force.
She held out her hand to me. I timidly took her hand in mine and she walked me back to what I could only assume was her room. It was even messier and slovenly that the rest of her home. She fished through several papers, throwing them absentmindedly to the floor before retrieving an old book with a blank and faded cover. She handed it to me. I slowly opened it. It cracked with age as I opened it to the first page. I did not understand the language of it, but for some reason I instantly thought of a statue… No, an oracle. Yes, an oracle that many adventures had sought in a land lost to time. Why was I thinking of such thoughts? Before I could attempt to answer my own question to myself, I suddenly felt very dizzy and within a matter of a couple seconds, consciousness washed completely away from me…
Consciousness returned slowly to me. I felt confused. I struggled to swim to the surface of consciousness, raising my arms as if trying to reach the surface of water. Yet, I didn’t raise my arms. I was too weak. My arms barely responded. Though it was not even arms in the plural, I could only seem to control one arm. I opened my eyes only to see blurriness. I felt suddenly cross-eyed. It felt as though only one of my eye lids had opened. I had one lid open and one shut as if winking. My open eye moved to the right but my other eye did not. No… that was not right… I clearly felt two eyes, both distinctively open and both responding. So why did I feel cross eyed? Why did I feel as if one eye was still shut?
I wearily raised my functioning left hand to the right eye that was open yet strangely felt closed. I missed my head completely as I brought my hand up to my face. My hand landed on the face of someone laying right next to me on the floor. Yet, I felt it. I didn’t just felt the sensation in my hand but in my face as well. But, it was not my face. It was the face of the person laying next to me. I groped around this person’s face like a blind person might do. I felt the contours of this person’s face. Their eyes were closed… My eye was closed. No, mine were both open. But, my third and fourth eyes were closed. Third and fourth eyes?? What the hell was I talking about? But, I could feel them. I could not control them, but I could definitely feel the sensation of having two extra eyes.
Vision and feeling were slowly starting to return to me. What had happened? How had I lost consciousness? I had been reading the book that country girl had given me. I remembered that it had suddenly felt burning hot to the touch. I dropped the book and then… I must have passed out after that. I was clearly laying on the floor now.
I placed my one functional hand palm down on the floor beside me and tried to push my body into a seated position. I was unable to do so. I felt the muscles in my stomach constrict as if I were attempting to perform a sit-up, but only the muscles on the left side of my tummy constricted. I felt my belly on the right side, but the muscles there did not respond.
I heard the person next to me moan. Yet, I felt the sound as if the noise had emanated from my throat. My vision finally started to clear and I saw a person I knew to be Lily right next to me, too close for comfort. I pulled away from her to my left, but she followed. She was right on top of me! No… She… was me!
I reached my operative left hand up to verify what my eyes could not believe. Lily’s head was somehow attached to my shoulders! What the hell was going on?
The Oracle of Gemini has granted your wish. I heard in my mind.
Wish? I didn’t have any wish.
Lily was slowly regaining consciousness too. She was experiencing each of the emotions I had just experienced seconds before. “Wha.. What’s going on?” Lily said groggily. Again, I felt her mouth move as she spoke.
“You are somehow attached to my body.” I couldn’t believe the words even as I was saying them.
“Don’t you mean that you are attached to my body?” Lily’s question was almost as much a declaration that I was invading her rather than the other way around.
I opened my mouth to contradict her, but then thought I should look down with my still blurry vision to try to confirm which of us was the invader. As I looked down, the blurry vision that I beheld at first made me think Lily was right, that I was the trespasser after all. I beheld giant breasts. I knew that Lily was the busty one, not I. Yet, these huge boobs were no more Lily’s than they were mine. Not only were these tits much larger than even Lily’s had been, but they now numbered three! Yes, in the area between the two large breasts, were there should only be a deep valley of cleavage, there was now an equally huge and fully formed third breast. Despite seeing a blurry vision of them with my eyes, and more so feeling their weight upon my chest, I could hardly believe it. It was clearly a single row of three breasts. The very size and weight left little doubt of it. Lily had been busty, but the size of these tits was ridiculous.
Each of the breasts were huge in size. The two outer breasts appeared, as best I could tell with my blurry vision, to be exactly equal in size. The center boob was almost equivalent in size with the outer two, but appeared just slight bigger. Each of the breasts was nearly the size of my head, and beyond any normal range of cup size. If I had to guess, I’d put the outer two breasts in the G-cup range and the center boob in the H-cup range. I could not see my tummy beyond the gigantic breasts. I brought my left hand to the area just below the huge tits to see if my stomach had ballooned in size similar to my breasts. As I felt along my tummy, I could easily sense that it was still slender and tight. I did not seem to have gained any weight anywhere other than my now enormous tits. It was like I had somehow gotten porn-star size implants, along with an extra tit. Hell, what sort of chest size was I now? 34G-H-G??
Except, I had gained weight elsewhere. I’d gained the weight of an extra head atop my shoulders. I felt along the base of Lily’s neck. There could be no doubt that it firmly and seamlessly attached to my shoulders just to the right of my head.
“We need to get to a mirror.” I said pragmatically. I didn’t know what else to say. I wanted to scream and demand the return of my former body. I knew that would serve no purpose. Moreover, whenever I felt on the verge of screaming or complaining, the thought of the Oracle of Gemini returned to my mind’s eye. What the hell was the Oracle of Gemini? I was sure I did not know, yet, whatever it was, it seemed to prevent me from screaming, complaining, crying, or displaying any outburst of emotion. I wondered, turning my head to the right to see the attached head of the seemingly equally emotionless Lily, if the Oracle was quelling her outbursts as well.
We struggled. We fell over violently several times attempting to pick our shared body up off the floor. We continued for countless minutes before we were able to even bring ourselves to our feet. After we were upright, Lily had to use our right hand to hold onto the wall to support us from falling over. We had no real sense of how to walk with Lily controlling the right leg and I the left. After several minutes of conversation, we managed to synchronize our leg movements enough to slowly and deliberately slide our feet across the floor of Lily’s bedroom to her vanity.
The vision that we beheld in the mirror was truly bizarre. First, the very vision provided by my eyes was different somehow. It was a deeper vision. I realized that I was seeing not through two eyes, but through four. I could close my eyes and still see as if they were open. I could see through Lily’s eyes! Vision was only blackened if all four of our eyes were shut. The vision was unified. We both saw one single image. We were both able to process information somehow from all of our eyes. We each had a deeper and more panoramic field of vision with all four of our eyes open than what we were accustomed. Our vision was not only deeper, but it was clearer as well, at least for me. I realized that I was no longer wearing my glasses. They had disappeared somewhere. Lily had not been wearing glasses when we met. I didn’t know how keen her vision was before; but now, she, like I, seemed to have perfect vision.
Of course, what was more strange than our new vision itself, was the reflection that was staring back at us from the mirror on Lily’s vanity. We were like Siamese twins. Yet, we were nothing like any conjoined twins I had ever seen. Other than difference in hairstyle, conjoined twins always had the same faces. Lily still had the same face she had when I met her. Other than now being without glasses, my face had not changed either. Yet, our two very distinct looking faces were now sharing the same body from the chest down.
Our two separate necks attached to a single set of shoulders. From those shoulders down, we shared a single female body. The body was neither Lily’s nor mine. At least, not entirely. The left side of our single, shared body seemed to resemble my former body and the right side seemed to more resemble Lily’s former body. Yet, it was not a simple fusion. Neither side of our body was the same as what we had had before. Other than a slight difference in skin tone from right to left, our body was symmetrical. Before our merger, Lily had larger hands and feet and was taller than I. Each side of our shared body was the same in size. Our feet and hand size seemed to be halfway between what each of us had separately before the merger. Our hands slightly bigger than what I remembered on myself and our hands slightly smaller than what I had remembered on Lily. The same was true with our feet. I had been 5’2” and Lily had been quite a bit taller at what I guessed was about 5’11.” Looking at our new conjoined form, I would have put us at about 5’7” in height. The only thing that was not symmetrical from right to left on our shared body from the chest down was that the left side was more tan and the right side was more pale white. I didn’t know why, but somehow I sensed that the pigment would eventually equalize as well depending on how much or how little sun our shared body received in the near future.
From the chest down, our shared body was that of a normal, single female. That is, normal except for the three gigantic breasts that occupied so much space atop our shared chest. Our triple boobs were almost as bizarre as the two heads. I realized that our shared body was completely naked. Strangely, I did not feel in the slightest bit embarrassed by the fact I was completely naked in front of someone who was only a few hours earlier a complete stranger. Lily still had her curly, bright blond hair spiraling down the center of our shared back. I still had the straight, short, light brown hair I had before the merger. We no longer appeared to have any hair on our arms, underarms or legs. In fact, the only hair we seemed to have below our heads was our pubic hair. The hair above our shared vagina was a bright blond to the right, brown to the left, and a sandy blond in the middle. It seemed we were both a natural blond and a natural brunette.
Our gigantic breasts struggled for space on our shared chest. The larger middle breast pushed the outer two breasts to the side, pressing them lightly against our biceps. Whenever I moved our left arm, I brushed the side of our large left boob. Our middle breast had a nipple equal in size and color to the nipples on our outer two breasts. Each of the three breasts were soft but firm. Nonetheless, like any breasts this size, they would need support. I had no idea were we would find a bra to hold this triple threat.
Of course, underwear was the least of our worries. What the hell were we going to do? Surely we weren’t stuck like this permanently?
Oh yes you are. The Oracle has made sure of that. I heard the answer come from my own mind. “Did you hear that?” I asked Lily, almost embarrassed to admit that I was hearing a voice.
Lily hesitated than whispered. “The Oracle?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed, excited that she heard it too. “What is it? What is the Oracle?”
“I don’t know.” Lily responded.
“Liar!” I shouted at the head on the right side of my shoulders. “What did you do to me?!”
“I didn’t do anything! I swear!” Lily shouted back, a tear rolling down the cheek on our right head. I felt it just as keenly as Lily did.
I wanted to call her a liar again, but somehow I knew that Lily didn’t know anymore about our current situation than I did. We stood silently for what could have hours looking at our strange conjoined and multibreasted reflection in the mirror. Eventually, I brought myself to say the inevitable.
“We should try to walk.” I said, unsure if I was prepared to actually begin walking in this strange body. “That way we can get to a hospital and see what is wrong with us.” I added timidly.
“What’s wrong with us?!” Lily shouted. “Isn’t that obvious?!” She exclaimed using our right hand to point to our conjoined body.
“Yes, I know what is wrong, I mean why it happened.” I responded calmly. “and maybe see if we can reverse it.” I added without much confidence in my voice.
“I’m no doc,” Lily began. “But what are they gonna do? Behead one us of us?!”
You will be beheaded! I heard in my mind. I saw two Asian girls conjoined in a very similar fashion, but who they were or why I had that thought was beyond me.
“Well, maybe they can do something.” I stressed in reference to the doctors. Yet, I knew Lily was right. What could they do? We now shared a single body from the shoulders down. They couldn’t do anything, at least not anything that wouldn’t leave us both dead or severely crippled.
We spent the next several hours trying to teach ourselves to walk in unison. The fact that I controlled only the left side of our shared body was bad enough when it came to trying to walk, but the fact that I had no indication of when are where my right side was going to move, made it nearly impossible to walk gracefully. Nonetheless, with great effort, we eventually managed to dress ourselves in Lily’s clothes.
Dressing was complicated not only by the fact that we each only had one hand at our control but also by the fact that nothing that Lily owned fit us properly. Lily’s clothes were sized to her former body, not our new conjoined one. Her tops were designed for one head not two. We finally found a v-neck blouse in her collection which we could fit both of our heads through. The blouse was form fitting. It had been tight on Lily’s previously busty form, but now with breasts that were even bigger in size and three in number, the top didn’t leave any curve to the imagination. Lily’s thong underwear and blue jeans fit well enough once we rolled up the cuffs to reflect a height that was a few inches shorter than what Lily had been previously. We found a pair of sneakers in Lily’s closet that were loose but were at least able to stay on when we tied them tightly. After several failed attempts to tie our sneakers by cooperation, Lily was ready to go just barefoot as she was earlier. But, I insisted that we keep trying to tie our laces. Eventually, we managed to get completely dressed, though our three huge boobs bulged out obscenely in our overly tight top. Even with the slow and careful pace of our cooperative walk, our three breasts bounced wildly unsupported by any bra.
Just as we seemed to be getting accustomed to a cooperative walk, at least in a slow pace, we heard the sound of a door slamming shut. “Oh shit! Pa is back!” I heard, and felt, Lily exclaim. “Oh gawd!” I felt panic start to course through our shared body. “I can’t let him see me like this!” Lily moved the right side of our shared body quickly to her bedroom door. It was a move for which I was not prepared and we tumbled to the floor. Lily tried to quickly get us back on our feet again but it was too late.
“What the heckfire?!” I heard a deep male voice in a southern accent exclaim.
“Oh gawd, don’t look at me, Pa!” I felt tears starting to roll down our right head.
A dirty and sweaty man that looked every part the farmer was staring at us with mouth agape. “What the hell happened to ya, girl?” He finally managed to ask.
Lily used our right hand to cover her head. I suddenly had an image in my mind of two other girls also conjoined very similarly to us having the same type of conversation with one of the girl’s mother. Again, I did not know who these conjoined girls were or why I was thinking of them.
Lily and I spent the next several hours reciting the events that proceeded her father finding us conjoined and sprawled on the floor of Lily’s bedroom. After not once, but twice repeating every agonizing detail of the story, Lily’s father was still in utter disbelief.
Indeed, Lily’s father was not the only one that didn’t believe our story. Most didn’t. Yet, no one else could seem to come up with any alternative explanations as to what caused our conjoinment. We repeated our story often. We first repeated to each and every doctor at the local hospital to which Lily’s father had taken us. None of them believe us either and, in fact, but for the fact that we were right in front of them, most believed such a spontaneous joining was not even possible. None of them had ever heard of such a conjoining among anyone not born a Siamese twin.
Yet, somehow I knew others were out there. I would get glimpses of them in my mind. Some of them were ancient and some of them recent, but such mergers had occurred before. But then why don’t any of the doctors know about them? I asked myself. What happened to the others that were joined like Lily and I were?
They live in the shadows of time, seen but never remembered. I heard that eerie voice in my mind again. Live in the shadows of time? What the hell did that mean? How can one be seen but not remembered? Especially someone with such a freakish look as Lily and I now shared.
We returned to Lily’s home after leaving the hospital. I worried how my friends and family would react when they saw us. “It was that book.” I told Lily when we finally had a moment alone in her bedroom.
“Yeah, it was.” Lily agreed without giving it any real thought, but somehow knowing, just as I knew.
“It burned when I held it, right before we fainted.”
“Yep,” Lily nodded our right head.
“Where did you get that book?” I asked looking to my right.
“An antique book store, hidden on a dusty shelf in the back.” Lily responded as she looked to her left.
“We should go back to that bookstore.” I said as I used our left arm to reach over the three huge mounds of flesh to readjust our right boob which at uncomfortably fallen toward our right armpit as we lay back in Lily’s bed.
“Why?” Lily inquired simply as she reached our right arm across to return the favor, adjusting the position of our left breast.
“Maybe we can talk to the storekeeper, learn where the book came from and maybe try to find a way to reverse its effect.” I said, finding it difficult to get comfortable as Lily would move our right side every time I tried to reposition our left side.
Lily cocked her head as far as she could in my direction to try to look me in the eyes. “I suppose we could try…” Lily trialed off before whispering. “If you want to reverse it.”
“Well of course…” I stared but then stopped myself short. The rational portion of my mind was screaming that of course I wanted to reverse it that of course I wanted my own independently controlled body back. But another part of my mind was screaming something else. Part of my mind was saying that I wanted to be merged despite all the difficulties of walking and dressing and dealing with people’s reactions. I knew from her comment that Lily was feeling it too. Some part of her, like me, wanted us to be together. I didn’t finish my response. I sat silently in bed with my new conjoined “sister.”
A debate raged in my head between the rational and sentimental regions of my brain. Part of my mind screamed inside my head to struggle for independence and to shrug off this other head attached to my shoulders. Telling me also to reduce the size of these porn-sized breasts. Another part of my mind told me that I would know a closeness and love conjoined with Lily that no one else could ever imagine or appreciate. That the size and number of breasts were reflective of the tenderness and love we have for each other and playthings for our shared desire.
Later that night as we soaked our shared body in the hot water of the tub in Lily’s bathroom, I asked her finally. “Do you want to stay like this?” I timidly inquired while looking at our shared body through the vapor raising off the steamy water of the tub.
Lily did not respond to me. I felt her instead raise our right hand from the warm water and gently glide the fingers of our right hand over each of our three engorged nipples, lightly tweaking each as she traced her hand over the bountiful curves of our three wet and soapy breasts. I felt the warm tingle of desire ignite in our shared vagina. I recognized that Lily was becoming aroused by the feel of our three huge breasts under the touch of our right hand. Since we shared the same vagina, her feeling of desire quickly began to burn in my mind as well. I instinctively moved our left hand in-between our legs. I found our shared clitoris and began to gently massage it with the tips of our left hand’s fingers. I quickened the pace of my circular motion over our clit and slowly began to penetrate our shared pussy with our left hand fingers. I explored a vagina that was only partly mine. I felt the blissful sensations of sexuality in my body, knowing that Lily was experiencing the same sensations as I was. Lily continued to caress our three huge breasts as I used our other hand to masturbate us.
As we reached climax simultaneously, both of us feeling the exact same response in our shared vagina, I heard Lily scream: “Yes!” It was not a response to our orgasm. It was an answer to a very specific question. She was answering my question. She did indeed want to stay conjoined. I realized that I did too. I knew it was going to be difficult. But I had never felt so happy. I had never felt so complete. The irony was that I had to lose control of half my body to ever be complete. We were together now, this city girl and this country girl.
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