Apparently chapter 5 was released during gurochan's downtime, so here it is for the sake of continuity. For those who follow us on hentai-foundry and have already read it, the new chapter 6 is down below.

Chapter 5: Mall to themselves

The two girls walked through the city streets hand in hand, occasionally commenting on a zombie they passed. When they were within a couple of blocks, Clara looked up at the sky.

“Looks like it’s around noon,” she said. “Seems like a waste to spend the rest of the day sitting in the apartment. Is there anything you’d like to do before we head back?”

“Hm, good question. It’s not like we can go catch a movie or anything anymore. I don’t know, I guess we could go window shopping?”

“Ooh, good, idea. If I’m not mistaken, I think there’s a mall around here somewhere. Let’s see, I think it was…”

She turned around a few times, trying to orient herself.

“…that way,” said Clara, pointing ahead of her.

Sure enough, after the third block they found the entrance to the mall. The automatic doors no longer worked, but someone had been kind enough to smash in the glass, allowing the girls to step inside.

“So, you think I qualify for the five-finger discount?” asked Janet, wiggling the fingers of her one remaining hand.

“Hah, well, let’s see what’s on sale.”

“Everything must go.”

The inside of the mall was… not pretty. While the streets had been bad, something about being indoors made all of the death and destruction inside seem much worse, much more intense. There wasn’t a storefront in sight that wasn’t smashed to pieces; more than half of them seemed to have some sort of grizzly remains inside. The two girls stared at the carnage in silence for a moment.

“Jeez…” said Janet, before whistling. “And I thought coming here on Black Friday was bad.”

“At least it’s quiet,” added Clara, looking around. “I was expecting a lot more zombies.”

There were still a few stumbling around, but it was hardly Dawn of the Dead stuff.

Janet laughed.

“Hah, even the undead hordes know this place is a dump.”

“Hey, I kinda like this place. I used to go here and browse magazines and get smoothies.”

“We should totally do that, then.” said Janet, moving towards a broken escalator. “Drinks are on me!”

“I’m pretty sure a berry smoothie would taste awful now, but I wouldn’t mind having a relaxing day catching up on the place, yeah.”

The two girls moved deftly past a corpse at the bottom of the broken escalator, climbing up towards the first floor.

Their first stop was a perfume store, where they sampled all of the most expensive bottles before they exited, smelling like a flower store had thrown up on them. They skipped a CD store and were walking past a menswear outlet when Janet’s stomach started to rumble.

“Why do you still have that, anyway?” asked Clara.

“Have what?”

“Your stomach. I mean, it’s not like it’s connected to anything; we pulled out all of your other guts.”

“Sure, but I still like to eat.”

“You don’t need a stomach for that; just a mouth.”

“Fair point. Then again, it’s not bothering me either.”

“Really? Won’t stomach acid, like, leak out of the hole at the bottom?”

“Hmm, good question. Hadn’t considered that, to be honest.”

“Well, then it looks like this is your lucky day, because it just so happens we’re standing right in front of…”

Clara stopped, turned to the store front and held both arms up to the sign.

“Ta-daaaa!”

“Jim’s hardware store. Oh, what the hell, why not?”

The doors were locked and still undamaged. One of the windows, however, was not, which provided access to a hammer that was on display. One swift strike later, Janet and Clara stepped through the door, trying to avoid the fragments of glass that now littered the floor.

“My uncle runs a hardware store upstate,” commented Janet, as they perused the aisles. She held her fingers up to touch the blade of a hedge trimmer.

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“Nah, he’s a dingus. My mom said he was a meth fiend.”

“Eeesh. Wonder if he’s okay,” said Clara as she made her way over to the other end of the store. There was a female torso lying on the floor in front of the counter; she gingerly stepped over it without a second glance and made her way over to some power tools.

“Hmmm… what were you thinking then, some electric fun?”

“Hey hey, we’re not doing intensive surgery here, we’re just removing my stomach,” said Janet, completely seriously. She was waking down the side of the store towards her friend. “Does this place even have power?”

“Mmm, true.”

“Saying that, there’s chainsaws here–”

“I’m not using a chainsaw.”

“I don’t mean on me! I’m just saying!” said Janet, innocently.

Clara couldn’t help but stare at the big saws hanging from the wall… but she would resist their siren call for now.

“Ah, hell with it. Come sit on the counter.” said Clara, reaching for her chosen tool.

While a boxcutter might not have been as impressive as one of those large sawblades, it would be a hell of a lot easier to maneuver in the confines of Janet’s belly. When Janet saw what Clara had in mind, she lay down on her belly, spreading her legs as wide as she could.

Clara spread Janet’s ass cheecks and reached into the elongated asshole with both arms, moving carefully so as not to tear it open even further. She was in almost to her elbows when she felt the bulge of Janet’s stomach. Location the esophagus required her to move a little deeper still, past her elbows. With a couple of clicks, she extended the blade of the boxcutter and started sawing just above the upper entrance to the brunette’s stomach. She slipped a couple of times, earning her some shallow cuts on her other hand, but after a bit of concentrated effort she sliced through the final connecting strands. Pinching both ends closed, she started extracting the severed organ. Janet’s stomach wasn’t exactly small, however, and Clara was pretty sure she saw Janet’s asshole tear open a little further upwards when she forced it out. She glanced around her for something to close off Janet’s esophagus, settling for a zip tie. After pulling it tight, she felt around Janet’s abdominal cavity before pulling her arms out once more.

“All right, there we go ma’am,” she said in her best New York construction worker accent, “I’ve removed the offending organ and your belly is now nice and empty, save for your, emm… your unmentionables. Let’s see, that’s going to run you, emm… materials, plus labor… let’s call it 200 bucks.”

“Oh my, but I don’t have that kind of money,” said Janet in a breathy housewife voice as she pushed herself up from the counter. “Isn’t there some other way I could pay you instead?”

She gave Clara a peck on her lips.

The perfume from before was still working as intended; she smelt jamine and lavender and all sorts of flowers, which was a nice change from everything else. Clara giggled.

“As eager as I am to receive my payment… let’s go somewhere else first. I dunno if a half-wrecked hardware store is the right setting for this.”

“Oooh, aren’t we picky,” tutted Janet. She pressed her hands down on her bare middrift, showing how skinny she was now – she could easily wrap a hand around the base of her spine, exposing her own pelvis.

“You sure you don’t wanna drill me here?” she asked, getting off the counter and accidentally stepping on the torso below. There was a faint squishing nose, and then air being expelled from… well, the holes that were there. The two girls looked at each other.

“Yyyyeah, that was a moodkiller,” said Clara. She turned around. “Come on, let’s go find somewhere more comfortable. As she walked away, Janet shot the headless torso a dirty look, her foot still half-sunk into her belly. “Way to go, cock-blocker…” she muttered at it, before following her friend out.

On her way out, she grabbed the boxcutter and a roll of duct tape, secreting both away up her ass. She had some ideas how she was going to pay that fictitious bill once Clara was a little more in the mood.

The two girls continued their trek through the mall. They passed the food court where Clara used to get her smoothies, which looked more like a war zone now. Overturned chairs and tables were strewn around haphazardly amid trays full of half-eaten food and spill drink cups. Barely a minute after they had crossed the plaza, a voice called out to them.

“Stop right there! Don’t come any closer!”

Clara and Janet stopped and looked at each other. Could it be? Had they actually found another survivor?

“Hands up where I can see ‘em!”

Obeying the command, they raised their hands as they searched for the origin of the voice. They found it in a head poking up from a makeshift barricade some forty yards away, behind the barrel of a rifle that was aimed at them. It was a woman, probably somewhere in her early thirties. She had dark brown hair, but that was about all they could make out at this distance.

“Are you two still human or… whatever those other things are?” asked the woman.

They hesitated. While they weren’t exactly full zombies, they suspected they would get a face full of lead before they could explain the intricacies of their situation.

Janet gave Clara a ‘What now?’ kind of look, her one arm raised. Clara cleared her throat.

“We’re… human!” she said. “We didn’t think there’d be another survivor…”

“Human, eh?” replied the survivor, not budging. “Come closer. I want a good look at you two.”

“But–”

“But what?! You hiding something from me? I will put you both in the fuckin’ ground–”

At this, Janet stepped forward, undoing the belt around her chest.

“We’re kinda underdressed, Captain Eyesight. We came here to get clothes,” she said, standing there with her one arm on one bare hip. Clara couldn’t believe Janet’s stupidity. There’s no way that gun-nut would miss those wounds on her stomach, the one arm… she closed her eyes, simply accepting that gunfire was inevitable. There was, instead, just an embarrassed cough from the gun-toting survivor.

“Oh… um… sorry,” she said, the rifle lowering slightly.

“I uh… kinda lost my glasses in the chaos… I wasn’t trying to be a p–pervert or anything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” replied Janet, dismissively. “Look, sister, we’re gonna go make ourselves presentable, then we’ll come over and we can chat, okay?”

“Sure. Sure… be safe now. Can’t be t–too careful…”

As the two friends walked away, Janet couldn’t help but grin a smug grin. Clara just stared at her, unsure if she was a secret genius or just a lucky bitch…

The two girls didn’t have to walk far to find a clothing store. To their surprise, the inside looked pretty much untouched, despite the fact that the doors were open. Then again, zombies weren’t exactly known for their fashion sense, though the two zombies in question were planning on being the exception.

“Man, this is the way to shop for clothes,” said Janet. “We don’t have to pay, there’s nobody in our way, and the best part? We don’t even have to keep walking back and forth to the dressing rooms.”

She unclipped the belt around her boobs and let it fall to the floor. A light downward tug on her loincloth was enough to send it sliding down her legs, leaving her to walk around the store naked. Clara gave a quick self-conscious look around, though even she wasn’t sure who she would’ve expected to be watching, and tried to strip as well. ‘Tried’ being the operative word, because her shirt and skirt were practically vacuum-sealed to her body.

“Uhm, little help?” she asked.

Janet walked over with a smile on her lips.

“Sure thing,” she said, and hooked her fingers into Clara’s collar. She yanked downwards, tearing the thin fabric right down the middle. Before her friend had a chance to protest, she tore through the skirt as well, leaving it fluttering to the floor.

“Subtle,” laughed Clara as she started tearing through the sleeves as well, dumping the ruined shirt on the floor when she had freed herself.

The two naked girls started browsing the racks of clothing, looking for something that caught their fancy.

Clara considered what she was going to get. As a student, and as a girl who had ever exactly been with the ‘in’ crowd, she had never thought as much about fashion as other girls she knew. But as she cast her gaze over at the various dresses on display, she started to wonder if this was the time. A dress would at least cover up her rather absent butt rather nicely. And since she would almost certainly wear a hat to cover up her baldness, now seemed a wonderful excuse. So she grabbed picturesque red number, long and flowing, and got to work putting it on.

“Hah, going fancy?” asked Janet as she wandered around the store.

“Might as well. You looking for any dresses with a size in the negatives? Given your new waistline and all.”

“They just don’t cater for women like me.”

Janet stopped suddeny, rooting through some clothes before holding something up. It was a smart, but tight-looking corset. She looked at Clara with a huge smile. Her friend pursed her lips.

“Um… cute, but shouldn’t you get something that hides how thin you are now, rather than emphasizes it?”

“Don’t worry,I have a plan for that too. I just wanna see what it looks like first. Come on, help me put it on.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Clara walked over and began to fit the corset over her friend’s diminished waist…

She did up the laces in the back and started cinching them shut. Working from top to bottom, she pulled each set of laces tight enough to have the two metal rings touch each other. This was much tighter than the corset was supposed to be worn, but it still was very loose around Janet’s midsection. Clara pinched the two sides of the corset together between her fingers and squeezed the remainder of the corset tighter and tighter. When she finally encountered some resistance, she goggled at her friend’s waist. Everything between the bottom of her ribs and the top of her pelvis had been reduced to a tube barely two inches in diameter. She undid the ends of the laces, wrapped the flattened part of the corset around Janet’s spine as well, and tied everything up with the lace to keep it in place.

Janet walked over to a mirror to get a better look at herself, twisting this way and that to admire herself from all angles.

“Milan, here I come!” she said.

“You do know you’ll be shot on sight if you wear this, right?”

“Hey, at least I’ll be a small target.”

“Ha ha.”

“Oh fine. But I do like the way it looks, so I’m not giving up on the idea entirely.”

Clara freed her friend from the corset and they wandered deeper into the store, towards the swimwear section.

“Hey Clara, look!” yelled Janet. “You said you’d never heard of zipper bikinis? Well, guess what they have here!”

The brunette held up what looked rather like a collection of colourful string. Clara looked harder.

“Those are bikinis?”

“Yeah! Sexy, right? Come on, try ‘em on,” encouraged Janet.

Shrugging, Clara got out of her red dress so that she was nude again, and took a pink one from her friend’s hand. The top was barely anything at all once she had it on. The zipped up portion barely covered her areola. She carefully unzipped it, exposing her nipples.

“Hmm. Not bad…”

“I’m expecting to see a lot of this once we’re done with Claire Redfield out there.”

“Maybe…” She pulled on the bottom. Or tried to. Without any asscheeks, getting it to stay on was a problem, as they tended to slide downwards. Janet laughed at the sight, shaking her head.

“Ahh, we’ll find a fix for that another time. Just go commando for now though. She won’t look up your dress, something tells me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah. She’s a virgin if I ever saw one,” continued Janet, confidently. “Now, about my brilliant plan…”

She walked over to a rack of summer dresses and pulled one over her head, shimmying into it as elegantly as she could with one arm, which was to say not very.

“Like it?” she asked.

“Well, the fit isn’t very good, and I can’t say I like the pattern…”

“Good,” said Janet, pulling the dress over her head again. “Because I wasn’t planning on wearing it. Not on the outside, at least.”

She spread her legs a bit and started pushing the fabric of the dress up her pussy with two fingers.

Clara watched as inch by inch the dress disappeared into Janet’s snatch, until nothing of it was visible anymore.

“Okay, so what was the point of that?” asked Clara, a little confused.

Instead of replying, Janet picked another dress off the rack and started stuffing it up her cunt as well.

“Still nothing?” she asked when it too had been swallowed up whole.

“Sorry, I’m drawing a blank.”

“Well, I figure if I do this enough times, eventually my abdomen will fill up enough to look normal.

She held out another dress as realization dawned on the former redhead.

“Help a girl out, would you?”

Janet lay down on the floor as Clara approached, eager to help. She untied Janet’s womb from around her spine before grabbing a wad of the dress and ramming her whole fist into her friend’s vagina.

“Mmf, eager beaver. Don’t blow me open, now,” purred Janet, as her friend got to work stuffing her with fabrics.

“It’s nice that these things are… mmmf… getting put to use, right?”

“Exactly. Those dressmaker’s work was not in vain.”

After a few more dresses, Janet’s waistline had actually plumped out a little. Clara poked at it with her fingers, Janet’s one hand also exploring it. She hadn’t quite felt anything like that before; flesh covering cloth, rather than the other way around. After making sure that the last dress had properly plugged Janet’s pussy, and that the whole lot wasn’t just going to fall out immediately, Janet whipped on the micro bikini and stood up, letting Clara do up her corset once more. “There. Janet, I dare say you’ll look rather presentable once we find a dress to complete your outfit.” said Clara, nodding her head like a critic appraising a piece.

“Okay, go find something nice. I have one thing I wanna get…”

She went over to where the hats where kept. She toyed with several ideas: a jaunty fedora, a sunhat, and so on. But when she saw a massive, wide-brimmed black hat, complete with bows, she was sold. The bald girl placed it on her head and inspected herself in the mirror. She was enjoying this so much, she realised. It almost felt… normal. Like two friends just hanging out…

“Hey, baldie, I need your opinion about colours!” shouted Janet from across the store. Ah, friends…

Clara walked over to Janet, who was holding up two blouses next to the grey corset around her abdomen.

“What to do you think: the white one, or the purple one?”

“Do you have to wear anything underneath? I think you’d look much better wearing nothing but that corset.”

Janet rolled her eyes.

“You’re so predictable. Come on, help me pick or we’ll be here all day.”

“Oh alright. Definitely the white one. And to complete the ensemble…”

She walked around for a bit, browsing the racks of clothes.

“Ah, here we go.”

She handed Janet a pair of black shorts.

“Turn around, I’ll help you.”

She helped her girlfriend out of the corset and into the short-sleeved white blouse, which she buttoned up for her – most of the way, at least; she left the top four buttons unbuttoned, revealing quite a bit of cleavage. Once she was satisfied, she waited for the brunette to pull on her pants before helping back into her corset. No sooner had she cinched the last of the laces tight than Janet rushed over to a mirror to admire herself.

“Ooh, very cute, I like it,” she said, turning this way and that. “The missing arm might be a bit of a giveaway, though,” she said, looking at the empty sleeve on her right side.

“If she asks, just say it was a childhood accident,” shrugged Clara.

“Only assholes point out stuff like that.”

“She might be an asshole” replied Janet. “I’m willing to say that she is. First impressions, I know…

“We will see. Come, my respectable-looking, non-zombie friend. Let us head out for a lovely meeting with friends.”

Climbing back into her red dress, Clara offered a hand, which Janet accepted. They strode out of the store, and made their way back to the barricade past the food court. Clara wondered if their ‘friend’ would still even be there – it would be amusing in a very dark way had she somehow been overran while the two of them had been playing dress-up. No sooner had they gotten within forty yards of the barricade, however, than Clara got her answer.

“Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!” cried the voice of the survivor.

Janet rolled her eyes.

“It’s us, genius. From before?” she said. “The girls who went away to get clothes?”

“O–oh, yes. I see,” replied the voice, sounding a little unsure. “Uh… just come a little closer then, so I can check.”

The two newly-clothed zombies walked closer, until the survivor could be better seen, holding a shaking rifle in her hands and squinting at them. She visible relaxed as they approached.

“Huh, well, look at that. Survivors!” she said. “Oh, what happened to your arm?”

“Told you…” whispered Janet.

“What was that?”

“Childhood accident,” she said. “I uhh… got my arm caught… in uhh… a door. You know how people always say ‘Don’t let the door hit you on the way out’? Well, I learned that the hard way. And I’m kind of self-conscious about it, so I’ll thank you not to bring it up again.”

“Oh, well, uhh… excuse me, I guess. Just making sure, you know. Can’t be too careful these days. Yes, I suppose that’s quite alright then. Okay, come on up.”

She raised the barrel of her gun into the air, allowing the girls to walk up to and climb over the barricade.

“Hi, I’m Clara,” said Clara, extending her hand.

“Liz,” said the survivor as she shook it. “Liz Foster.”

“And I’m Janet.”

The brunette went for a handshake as well, which was a little more awkward due to the fact that she only had her left hand.

“So, what brings you girls to this neighborhood?”

“Oh, we’re just looking for interesting places to fu– I mean, forage for food,” said Clara, quickly correcting herself. “And how’d you end up here?” she added, hoping the other woman would ignore the slip-up.

“I work a couple of blocks from here in an office building,” said the woman. “I managed to hide in a supply closet there to avoid the worst of the initial outbreak, but eventually I got hungry. Once I found this place, I decided to set up here instead. It’s pretty quiet and there’s still a lot of food left. Other than that, I’m mainly just waiting for the National Guard to come into town and rescue me.”

“Think they’re even coming?” asked Clara, as they were lead into a makeshift room made out of cardboard and furniture. Liz had managed to find a matress somehow. Empty bottles and other garbage aside, it looked pretty cosy.

“Oh yeah, of course! They’ll clean those zombies up easy,” said Liz, pointing her rifle at an imaginary zombie. “Boom, boom, boom. They won’t know what hit ‘em.” She sat down on her matress, running a hand over her face. “Then we can get back to normal.”

Clara wanted to say some things about this. But it was important to be diplomatic. Liz was clearly very, very stressed. So she just sat beside her instead. She saw Liz tense up a little, but the former office worker said nothing.

“That would be nice.” she said, pre-emptively glaring at Janet before she could say anything to poo-poo Liz’s hopes for the future. “How did you get that gun?|

“Took it from someone that didn’t need it anymore.”

“Oh.”

“Yeeeeah.”

Said gun was propped up against the wall of the little shelter. Liz looked over to it.

“Fucking zombies, man. You know you gotta get every last one. That’s how you stop this happening again.”

“Maybe they’ll nuke the city,” said Janet.

Everyone stared at her.

She shrugged. “What? They might!”

“Let’s assume that they’re not going to go that far,” said Clara, giving Janet a pointed look.

“Oh, uhh, yeah, I’m probably just being silly,” said Janet.

The trio was quiet for a while after that.

“So… what do you when you’re not guarding against zombies?” asked Janet, in an effort to break the silence.

“Well, sleeping, mostly. Or going out to gather food.”

“No, I mean what do you do for entertainment?”

“Not much. Not like I got a TV here or anything. Don’t even have anything to read. Man, what I wouldn’t give right now to be back home, curled up on the sofa next to Kate.”

“Who’s that? A friend of yours?”

“Sort of. We’ve never really put a label on what we are yet. We’ve only known each other for about two months.”

Clara and Janet gave each other a knowing look.

“So I’m guessing you two are more than just friends?” asked Clara. “Have you guys kissed?”

“I– wh– yes, we did,” stammered Liz, blushing a little as a shy smile crept onto her face.

“And did you fool around?” asked Janet.

“What? I’m not going to tell you that!” exclaimed Liz. The blush on her cheeks was rapidly turning crimson.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” said Janet with a smirk. “You know, you’re not the only one around here who’s into girls. I’m sure that after several days of not getting any you must be getting pretty horny. Perhaps we can be of some assistance?”

Liz didn’t say anything; she was staring at Janet with her mouth open, her head doing its best impression of a tomato.

“I think you broke her,” giggled Clara. “Not everyone’s as big a slut as you, you know.”

“Oh, sure they are. Some of them just might not know it yet. I managed to bring out your inner whore, didn’t I? I’m sure we can do the same for her. We just need to help her along a little.”

She sat down next to Liz and placed her hand on the woman’s leg.

“How about it, Liz? Ready for a bit of fun?”

The survivor babbled out a few syllables, looking between the two ladies she had invited into her shelter. She was visibly sweating now. Clara sat down on the opposite side, placing a hand on Liz’s side and moving it up and down, feeling an athletic body beneath her ragged shirt.

“Tense… so tense,” she whispired, feeling her new friend shivering.

This was a new feeling. Her sexual confidence was such a recent development, after all. Clara felt like some succubus tempting a lovely virgin, a metaphor only a step or two removed from reality.

Janet leaned in closer, her face inches from Liz’s.

“I’ll take that as a yes, babe.”

“Blurgh–” Liz was cut off by a quick kiss, and somehow went even redder. The two girls locked eyes. Seeing Janet looking at another woman so lustfully… was this jealousy Clara was feeling suddenly?

Well, two could play at that game. She grabbed Liz by the collar and pulled her into a fierce open-mouthed kiss. She forced her tongue into Liz’s mouth, dominating the stunned woman’s tongue. She started trying to undo the buttons, but in her distracted state she wasn’t getting anywhere so she grabbed a fistful of fabric in each hand and yanked them apart, sending a spray of buttons clattering to the ground. Pulling the shirt open just far enough to reveal the woman’s torso, Clara slid her hands underneath the cups of Liz’s cream-colored bra, pawing at her breasts.

Janet, meanwhile, having no intention of being a bystander, had pushed the woman’s navy pencil skirt up around her hips and had taken the waistband of her panties between her teeth. With a jerk of her head and a loud ripping sound she tore right through them. After ripping through the other side as well, she pulled the destroyed scrap of fabric free and tossed it over her shoulder before latching onto Liz’s pussy with her mouth, slurping and sucking with gusto.

“Ahhh! Sto– no… yes! ohhh!”

Their former antagonist had been reduced to a mewling mess. As Janet went down on her, Clara climbed on top, thankful that she had went commando under her dress. She knew how to put a stop to that nonsense talk Liz was spewing. The girl didn’t even have to be told – her head lunged at the pussy that had suddenly appeared in front of her face. Two arms went towards Clara’s butt – or at least where her butt used to be. The former redhead quickly redirected them onto Janet’s breasts, where they were thankfully happy to stay. She sat there for many blissful minutes, reveling in her conquest. She stared down at Liz, who made eye contact with her. Clara couldn’t help but notice how lovely and full-looking her skull was, filled to the brim with delicious, warm… she shook her head. Liz asked her something, but it was muffled by cunt.

“Pardon?” asked Clara, lifting herself up.

“I said is something up?”

“Oh, no no.”

“Cause if I’m doing this wrong, uh, you can say–” Clara sat back down again. She’d override these weird feeling with an orgasm, then think later.

Soon Clara was moaning loudly. Despite her timid behavior, Liz was actually pretty good at eating pussy. Her time with Janet had left her spoiled, however, and she wanted more. Scratch that, she needed more. Her hands slid up her sides, towards her breasts, which she grabbed roughly, raking her nails across her flesh, which left white tracks that quickly turned red. Her index fingers circled her areola as she slowly approached her nipples, her fingertips pushing hard against the two small nubs. Suddenly, she felt the same strange sensation she had felt earlier that day when she had been in the shower. She looked down to see both fingers embedded in her boobs up to the second digit. She knew she would probably regret this later, but right now she was too horny to care. With a bit of extra pressure, she buried her fingers in her tits all the way to the knuckle. It felt different than her pussy; tighter, for one thing, but the texture was different as well. She pulled her fingers back about halfway before driving them deep again, and began finger-fucking her milk ducts.

Liz could barely comprehend what was happening to her. One minute she had been carefully trying to keep herself from getting eaten, and now she was being smothered by somebody’s pussy, eating and being eaten out in a rather different sense. Not that this was a bad thing; the unplanned threeway was the best – and only – stress relief she’d had in days. And who knew? Perhaps the three of them could join forces and help her look if by some miracle Kate was still ali–

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt something pushing against her asshole. She tried to look down, but all she could see were a set of labia sliding back and forth.

“Wait, don’t,” she tried to say, “I’ve never done anal before,” but all that came out was “Mrf, nnf. Uf nfr fn nf nfr!”

This stunning example of eloquence did nothing to dissuade Janet from slipping first one, then two fingers into Liz’s rectum, which she responded to by giving a loud high-pitched yelp, though that too was muffled by the folds on Clara’s sex.

The third finger was too much for Liz, and she jolted on the bed, coating Janet’s hungry face with her juices even as she tried to lap every drop. Clara made sure to wiggle about on top of Liz’s face to ‘encourage’ her to keep going. After a lull, Liz went back to work on the girl straddling her face.

Janet, withdrawing her fingers, got off the bed and walked over to Clara, looking down and gasping when she saw what her lover was doing to her own breasts.

“Oh, shit. Wow.”

“Uh huh, well said. Mmmf,” managed Clara, as her lower lips were toyed with.

Janet bent down and started to kiss Clara deeply, squeezing her breasts so that Clara’s fingers went in even deeper. Soon she was also cumming, splattering Liz’s own face. She collapsed backwards, panting heavily.

“Hey now…” said Janet, climbing on top of both of the women at once. “Don’t leave me hanging here, yeah?”

No sooner had Clara moved out of the way, allowing Liz to lick some of the juices coating her face, than a different set of labia covered her nose and mouth. The intent was obvious, so she wasted no time getting to work. Janet crooned in pleasure as Liz’s tongue pressed against her clit and slid backwards between her pussy lips. Clara captured her mouth in a deep kiss, starting a duel between their tongues. It went back and forth for a while as the girls struggled for dominance, but Janet steadily gained ground until she had her tongue extended all the way into Clara’s mouth, almost deep enough to lick her tonsils. At that point, however, Clara bit down, squeezing Janet’s tongue between her teeth tightly, but not hard enough to draw blood. She looked at the brunette with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Reading the bald girl’s intent, Janet shook her head. She didn’t want to lose the ability to talk.

Reluctantly, Clara opened her mouth and let her girlfriend go, sporting an exaggerated pout.

“Aww, spoilsport. Guess I’ll have to go find a new plaything.”

She let her eyes wander across Janet’s body, from her head down to her crotch where Liz was producing a steady stream of slobbering noises. Getting an idea, she got up and crawled over behind Janet, pushing between the girl’s shoulder blades to tilt her forwards, until she was lying in a 69 position with Liz. This exposed her asshole, which was gaping slightly. Pushing her fingers together, Clara rammed her hand into the opening and fumbled around between the dresses that were stuffed in Janet’s abdomen until her fingers closed around the womb. She hoped Liz wouldn’t be able to notice this, because explaining it would get a little awkward. Tracing her fingers around its surface, she located one of the ovaries and started rolling it between her fingers, occasionally letting her nails press into it lightly.

“Oh god, yes,” mewled Janet.

“Mmmhmmm,” mumbled Liz, eyes closed, apparently too lost in her revelry to notice Clara with a fist in Janet’s ass. Clara continued her ovary stimulation, giving it a big pinch and repressing a grin when Janet bucked and moaned. The redhead’s pussy practically rode up Liz’s whole face, her nose dissapearing underneath the slick folds and getting slick with juices.

“Oooo! Er… L–Liz, you’re so good at that…” said Janet, turning around and making a “cut it out” gesture with her hand. But Clara wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. She reached her hand in further and wrapped as much of her hand as she could around her friend’s womb, making sure she could feel both ovaries around her fingers and her palm. Then, mercilessly, she squeezed hard. Just once, and very quickly, for she let go a second later and quickly withdrew her hand at speed. It was enough though. Janet drowned her scream in Liz’s sopping cunt, vibrating and shaking like she’d been tasered, and she came. Her empty asshole gaped and even fluttered slightly, being only loose skin after all.

Janet rolled off of Liz and onto her back, and for several minutes the only sound was that of three women panting lightly as they caught their breath.

“That was…” said Liz, but paused as she failed to come up with an adequate description. In the end, she settled for “wow.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t half bad,” said Clara.

“Not half bad? Do I dare ask what amazing sex is like for you two?”

Clara and Janet looked at each other, and burst out giggling.

“Probably best you don’t,” Janet manged to get out between fits of laughter.

“Well jeez, you guys know how to get a girl curious, don’t you? That’s alright, perhaps another time. Uhh, that is if you wish to stay here. You’re welcome to, if you’d like. I could use some company, even if it’s just to talk; we don’t have to have sex. Unless you want to, of course. I’d totally be up for– I’m babbling, aren’t I? Please, somebody say something so I can shut up.”

“Okay, calm down,” said Clara with a smile. “To be honest, we hadn’t really planned on staying.”

“Yeah, I’m afraid we have some plans of our own,” said Janet. “We’re still trying to find my mom.”

“Oh, of course, that’s fair,” said Liz, looking disappointed.

“Will you be okay?” asked Janet. “I suppose we could stay a day or so if you really want…”

“No, that’s okay. It’s just that, aside from the company, I was looking forward to being able to sleep while somebody else stood guard. I’ve barely been able to sleep since this whole mess started for fear of being eaten, and I’m exhausted.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” asked Clara. “Look, we can spare a few hours. Why don’t you grab some shut-eye while we stand watch, and when you wake up we’ll continue on our way?”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Sure, happy to help.”

Liz flashed them both a grateful smile, laid back down and closed her eyes, not even bothering to get dressed. She was out like a light in less than a minute.

A little over four hours later, she blinked her eyes open again and yawned.

“Wow, that feels so much better. Thank you so much,” she said to the two girls, who had gotten dressed in the meantime.

“You’re welcome,” said Clara.

“So, I suppose this is goodbye?”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

Liz awkwardly extended a hand. Janet looked at it for a second.

“Seriously? Come here, girl,” she said, pulling Liz into a big hug. When she was done, Clara took her place.

“Be careful, okay?” said the former redhead.

“I’ll try. And you too, huh?”

“Oh, I’ll think we’ll manage,” smiled Janet.

With a final wave, the two girls set off again, further into the mall.