zing
The door beeped as Sharon entered the lab. Tanya and Samantha were already hard at work. The biological samples wouldn't process themselves, after all.
She prayed that the other two wouldn't notice her chest. It had been two days and nobody seemed to notice yet - she just had to figure out how to remove these parasites without anyone finding out and maybe she could put the whole thing behind her.
Unbeknownst to her, Tanya and Samantha were in... similar circumstances.
The three women worked nervously in the sample room. Then the vibrations started.
The white starfish parasites that had replaced their nipples harmonized, transmitting the sensations of one to all others. The parasites had used their advanced biology to tap into electromagnetic frequencies, sending and receiving very similarly to wi-fi. And then they started vibrating.
The women started sweating. Aching. It was Tanya who broke first, reaching up to grope her chest through the pink fabric of her uniform.
"Tanya - wha... what are you..."
Sharon could barely get the words out, because she had the strangest sensation that someone was molesting her nipples. Samantha cracked next, staring at Tanya's chest while reaching up to squeeze her own womanly mounds. Sharon's vision was weak, her blank stare fixated on Samantha. She watched Samantha's hands roam across her full, heaving breasts and realized she could literally feel the touch and sensation of it.
Sweating. Drooling. And now leaking down below from her infested pussy, Sharon reached up under her uniform and began fingerfucking her nipplecunts.
The other two lab assistants joined in, and soon all three women were experiencing triple-penetration in all of their mammary fuckholes.
Sharon decided to give up on trying to find a cure.