Story by Sophiie93“Hello?” A feminine voice cut through the bathroom silence. “Rhea? Are you in there?”
“Who is it? Go away. This isn’t a show.” Rhea’s tone was crisp and unwelcoming.
“It’s Seraphine… don’t you recognize my voice?” Seraphine sounded genuinely offended.
Rhea cracked the door open and peered out with one of her faces, just enough to confirm it was really her. “Is everything okay? Where’s Elliot?”
“Here.” Elliot leaned into view beside Seraphine. His hair and clothes were a mess, and a thin scratch marked his cheek. Rhea’s eyes flew wide.
“Are you okay? Who did that to you?!” she snapped, furious.
“Calm down, keep your voice down… I’m fine. It’s just a scratch. It happened during the struggle. I don’t know who did it, and I don’t think it was on purpose.”
Rhea huffed, still seething, until Seraphine’s mischievous expression caught her attention.
“Not that I care,” Rhea muttered before she could stop herself.
“Nobody said anything,” Seraphine replied.
Rhea closed the door for a second and glanced back at Lillian on the floor in her torn clothes. Then she opened it again—only to find Seraphine nudging Elliot with her elbow, laughing. “You’ve got her now, Elliot!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rhea demanded, this time peeking out with both faces.
Elliot and Seraphine froze, then spoke in unison. “Nothing, nothing.”
“Whatever. Elliot, Lillian needs something to wear. Get her some clothes.”
Elliot’s mouth fell open. “What? Where do you expect me to get clothes? I don’t even know what her mutation is.”
Rhea kept her gaze fixed on him and answered levelly. “Same as before, but… now she has, uh, three legs and three breasts. I think her breasts are a little bigger?” One of her heads glanced back into the bathroom, then nodded. “No. Same size as before, but three cups.”
“And where exactly am I supposed to find a mutant clothing store?” Elliot asked.
“How should I know? Order something through that drone delivery service or whatever. I’ll stay here and look after Lillian in the meantime.”
“But I don’t know her measure—” Elliot got out just before the door clicked shut in his face.
He turned slowly toward Seraphine, silently begging her for help. She only shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I don’t know Lillian’s sizes either. I wish I were that lucky.”
Elliot raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, out of simple curiosity,” Seraphine added smoothly. “Anyway, look for the drone delivery app. It shouldn’t take long…”
“And what do I do about the size? I don’t know women’s clothing sizes.”
“I don’t know what sizes work for girls with three legs, but Lillian’s ass isn’t exactly small. You should order something stretchy so it adjusts.”
Elliot started downloading the app, scratching his head.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Lillian looked at Rhea with a teasing smile. “For someone who isn’t your boyfriend, you sure worry about him a lot. Asking about him before anything else.”
Both of Rhea’s faces turned red. “You’re really trying to get yourself kicked out, aren’t you?”
Lillian sighed and looked down. “I think you’d lose that competition now, wouldn’t you?” A strained smile touched her lips.
Rhea touched one of her heads. “I suppose I would… What a day. Shouldn’t you call your family or something so they can come pick you up?”
Lillian went quiet for a few seconds. She pulled her three legs up against her chest and hugged them. “My family has been waiting for my mutation like it’s a graduation ceremony or something. I hate it…”
“I get it,” Rhea said, her voice tightening a little as she noticed that Lillian’s position left both her vaginas exposed. “A-At least they don’t see you as a business opportunity now.”
Lillian stared at her in shock. “A business? Rhea… I didn’t think you had those kinds of inclinations. Do you offer that kind of service?”
Rhea blinked several times before the words sank in. “What?! No, hey… seriously?”
Lillian shrugged. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”
Rhea’s mouths dropped open in disbelief. “That sounds pretty hypocritical coming from someone showing off her genitals the way you are.”
With a small cry, Lillian dropped her legs and planted a hand over each crotch. “AHH! I knew it felt way too breezy… why didn’t you tell me sooner? Where are my panties?”
“Probably torn, lost somewhere along the way, and now in the possession of one of your fans,” Rhea said, her voice dripping with mockery.
Lillian’s face burned crimson. “I HATE ALL OF THIS!!”
“Now you see it’s not easy. A few days ago, these grew out of me.” Rhea gestured with her lower arms.
“Believe me, I noticed… everyone in class was talking about it,” Lillian said, still blushing furiously.
Rhea crossed her arms, discomfort creeping into her posture. “Were they bad comments or good comments?”
“Oh?” Lillian’s tone turned victorious. “I didn’t know you were the type of person who cared.”
“I don’t care!” Rhea shot back. “Forget I asked.”
Lillian relaxed her stance and looked down. “Honestly, I think for both of us it’s better not to know what people think or say about us.”
“I think this is the first time we’ve agreed on something.” Rhea extended one of her upper hands toward Lillian.
Lillian slapped the hand away. “Let me get used to standing up by myself. If I can’t do that, I won’t be able to get out of here even with new clothes.”
Rhea rubbed her rejected hand. “Suit yourself, independent princess.”
Lillian’s expression tightened. “Don’t call me princess.”
“Oh… did I hit a nerve? Sorry, princess.” Rhea leaned back against the wall, deliberately avoiding looking directly at her. “Don’t complain if you fall. Using a new limb this soon isn’t easy.”
“I wish the other mutant at this university didn’t have such a disgusting personality,” Lillian muttered as she grabbed the sinks to pull herself upright.
Her middle leg didn’t obey her commands the way she wanted, but she refused to comment on it.
“Sorry for not being what you want,” Rhea said, still watching Lillian’s attempt to walk with close attention.
The moment Lillian’s central foot touched the floor, her weight shifted and the knee buckled. Rhea reacted instantly, catching her with all four hands before she could fall.
“If you dislike me so much, why are you helping me?” Lillian asked, finding her balance on all three legs and standing without support.
“Honestly? I don’t know… Elliot told me you weren’t that bad. Though I can see he doesn’t know you very well.”
“He said the same thing about you,” Lillian replied.
The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, then both broke into laughter.
“He’s so nosy,” Lillian said.
“Totally,” Rhea agreed. “But…”
An awkward silence stretched between them before Lillian looked at her impatiently. “But what?”
“I guess we could try to get along a little better.”
“If you stop being so hardheaded, I’ll try,” Lillian said.
Rhea narrowed her eyes. “Was that a pun?”
“I swear it wasn’t on purpose.” Lillian laughed. “I wouldn’t make fun of a mutation. That would be too much.”
A knock on the door interrupted them.
“Girls, the clothes are here,” Elliot said, opening the door just enough to hand the package through.
“Thanks!” they both called before closing it again.
Seraphine and Elliot waited outside for several minutes, accompanied by muffled grunts, a few sharp words, and the unmistakable sound of a struggle with stretch fabric.
When the bathroom door finally opened, Rhea emerged first, gesturing back inside. “Come on, slowly. I can see you’re controlling it better now.”
A renewed Lillian stepped out. She wore a pair of fitted, stretchy pants that clung neatly to her three buttocks and legs, making them look slimmer and more elegant than ever. Her new top and bra held her breasts perfectly—snugly—creating a double cleavage that was difficult to ignore.
“This isn’t so bad, though I feel kind of naked,” Lillian said, meeting Elliot and Seraphine’s stunned stares. She brushed a few strands of hair away from her face and sighed. “I’ll definitely have to cut my bangs too. They keep getting in the way of my new eyes.”
“You feel naked because you almost are. It makes you look even more perverted than what you usually wear,” Rhea said.
“Very funny.” Lillian turned to Elliot. “Thank you for the clothes. Really, you saved me, Elliot. I need to go home now. There’s a lot of paperwork I have to sign. See you later, guys.” She added the last part in a distinctly flirtatious tone before turning toward the exit.
Elliot’s eyes couldn’t help but drift down to Lillian’s large triple butt, clearly outlined as she walked away. His gaze quickly snapped back to Rhea, only to find a double expression of disappointment and anger on her faces.
“Oh…” Elliot glanced around, realizing Seraphine had somehow evaporated from the scene. “Uh… hehe, so, how did everything go, Rhea?”
“Did you buy those clothes on purpose?” she asked, clearly annoyed.
Elliot fell silent, gesturing helplessly with his hands. “It’s just… I didn’t know her measurements, so I went with something stretchy. I thought it would adjust better.”
“Next time, get me pants like that too, and we’ll call it even.”
Elliot stared at her, completely thrown by her reaction. He immediately pulled out his phone. “Deal.”
“I was joking, idiot! Let’s go home.” Rhea took his hand and led him toward the exit.