Recursion B.N.

RECURSION

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Joe and Olivia wake up together on a towel near the ocean. They are facedown, topless, sun baking their bare back and legs, a bit of sand rough inside their thong speedo shorts. A breeze blows off the sea and they feel it trace over their shared body: two long legs, a soft round ass, a slender back, four arms, and two heads. The body from their strange wedding. “Fuck,” Joe says, her voice husky and femme. 

“Oh my god,” Olivia agrees. Effortlessly she moves their shared body, all of it, perfectly coordinated, rolls them over onto their plush bum and sits up. 

Joe glances down and blushes at their bare chest, five large teardrop breasts with dark nipples, exposed to the sun and spray. “Is this real?”

“I’m not sure,” Olivia says, but a thrill inside her hopes it is. It feels real, somehow more real than all the realities before. She cranes her neck and looks down their body, examines their shapely legs and the bulge of the cock inside their pink speedo. “I hope so,” she says.

“Me too,” Joe whispers quietly, face warm with a blush. She makes their entire body fidget a little, savors the strange feeling of their female proportions, the plush softness, the motion of their five unconstrained tits. “This is… wow.”

“Yeah,” Olivia says smiling, horny butterflies in their shared pelvis. She bites her lip and leans her head against Joe’s. “Where do you think we are?”

Joe looks around and sees they’re on a white sand beach that meets clear aquamarine waters, like something from a tropical postcard. They’re seated on a big towel with some sunglasses, an abandoned wrap, a discarded five-cupped bikini top, and a pair of novels. There are palm trees and some sort of creeping succulent, but the beach is otherwise deserted, empty as far as they can see in either direction. Slightly landward is a small raised cabin, basically a surf shack, and Joe can see footprints leading from the cabin to their towel. Somehow she knows it’s theirs to use. “I guess we’re on our honeymoon?”

Olivia grins, laughs, and Joe enjoys how someone laughing with her body feels, smiles too, infectious joy. Joe raises a hand, turns her bodymate wife’s face, and kisses her, tender and then hungry. “What should we do now?” Joe whispers.

Olivia kisses Joe back, bites her lip a little, and they both feel their cock stiffen and strain inside their bottoms. “I think we should find a mirror,” she purrs.

The conjoined wives stumble to their feet, kissing, stroking, lurching back to their cabin on the beach.

And so the rest of their life together begins.