"OK, time for breakfast." And Rickie moves his head towards your face.

You start to protest, but that involves opening your mouth, and before you can say a word Rickie shoves his head into your mouth. Whatever you were about to say is now muffled.

And frankly, you can't really recall what you were trying to say. Rickie tastes marvelous. With that wonderful flavor in your mouth, it is hard to remember you had an objection, much less just what that objection was. About all you can do is not actively swallow. And with Rickie forcing himself into you, you don't need to help.
Instead you almost relax, and enjoy his caressing your breasts. You feel somehow you should be feeling guilty about not feeling guilty about that, but instead, you are unhappy where he has pushed into so far that he can no longer reach your pair.

This is also the point where he can no longer get any further into you from just his own efforts. And with that wonderful flavor, you are not going to let him out. So you start doing the swallowing.
You pause a moment later when you reach his tool, and realize you will not be able to go further as long as it is as stiff as it is. Stopping is even more objectionable now, and so your hands seek his staff and start caressing it. It seems to take forever, and you wonder if you had already drained him dry, but eventually you feel his juices landing on your chest, and his member becoming soft and small. Quickly, before it can recover, you push it into your mouth. You feel it become hard again, but by this time, it is deep in your throat and his hips are in your mouth. Swallowing, you force him down your throat, which seems to excite him once again.
It has also excited you, you suddenly realize. Without thinking about it, you have moved your hands to your loins and started pleasuring yourself. It seems it is a race to see who comes first.
Pleasantly, the race is a tie as both of you explode massively as his feet enter your stomach. Between the load in your belly and your happy daze of pleasure, you can't move, and just lie there, with the shower water removing the last outward evidence of your debauch.

But eventually somebody starts rattling the door. "You've been long enough. time to get out." With a bit of a groan, you get to your feet and open the door so you can get out and another can get in.

The first thing you see as you exit is another massive belly. It seems one of the other 2 lasses ate the other. A look up shows the survivor is...