She's six feet tall, six years old, six month's pregnant, and she's just casually walked into your hotel room. The bloat of her belly juts out just slightly further than her six breasts. Her twin sheaths sport six shafts apiece but you're sure you see more lurking within by the bulges along their lengths. Her second head can see you staring at her.

She's still standing sideways from you, her buttcheeks jutting six feet behind her. They fill the hallway between your bed and the hotel room door; her balls fill the hallway behind her and you can hear the gurgles, groans, and gut-bloating virility of her testes still swelling larger. You can't see any of it since it's all behind her but you can hear her clones cramming into your neighbor's rooms on the other side of the hall; left and right; in the hotel room below and above, too. The ceiling is fucking bowing beneath her sisterself's size above.

You spent all this time just trying to process the sensation of her presence and she's already in bed with you. Her young faces framing on either side of yours, pulling your lips into kisses that wont stop; pulling your penises into her pussies that won't stop; pulling your legs around the narrowest parts of her waist as she fits her pricks into your plump fuckholes too. The way she giggles and moans and breathily squeaks keeps reminding you that she's only six; only slightly smaller and sweeter than her more aggressive five year old sibling that had barged in just yesterday.

"Room service," She reminds you, her words editing your reality even as it edits some semblance of maid's clothing onto her impossible body. "It's on the house for newlywed couples. It's on the mouse for newlybred thruples." She squeaks, rounded ears and freckled faces giggling up into your gaze. The pumps of her penises into your pussies deepens and you can feel your belly bloating with her neverending squeaker spunk. Her six month pregnancies advance into seeming six weeks overdue, all three of her forebellies taking up most of your view and her breasts taking up the rest. It's just her, your bed, and the crumbling of walls of the Multimouse Hotel; reality; and most of your sanity.

You sure hope her five year old sister you're married to doesn't get too incensed about this infidelity to her; or maybe she's into incest too, you hope, as you can feel a four year old version of her start to slip out of her cunts and onto your cocks.