Three's a Crowd

Sun, 08 Feb 2026 07:18:59 +0000

Morning," Piper yawned as she strode into the kitchen. Her shirt was damp and strained around three poles, each of which visibly throbbed with their circuit of thick veins. Rivers of clear, viscous fluid leaked out from a trio of bulbous heads, each the size of an orange. They peeked out from her shirt's neckline, as if greeting her parents with her.