Tiffany grunted in annoyance as she tucked the flabby penis that'd suddenly become hers (along with the rest of John's portly, middle-aged body) back into their white boxers, moments after shaking the last remaining droplets of piss off from the bulbous tip, its head slick and gleaming with a moist sheen of semen still smeared on its surface.
It seemed that her having woken up in the bathrooms- albeit it being the men's (*shudder*)- was the best thing that could've happened, seeing as it had not been the whole 'disgusting-man's-body-beneath-her-female-head' shtick that'd really startled her (well, perhaps that a tad). No, rather it was the vehement wave of carnal desire that'd suddenly enraptured her stolen body, radiating outwards from her pulsing new member and spreading everywhere beneath her newly gained set of dark blue coveralls.
She'd no idea how men dealt with it, the constant lust that was, and in the five or so minutes she'd awoken from her supernatural slumber she'd already gone and stroked herself off twice, something that might've seemed impossible normally to a logical mind (due to the age of her new appendage), but apparently John's pecker was more than up to the task.
Some things seemed to come naturally to her strangely enough, such as the way she'd instinctively gripped her pudgy fingers around the long shaft and begun stroking, first tentatively with muted girlish yelps, before picking up the pace and exploding sticky white seed onto the (recently cleaned, might I add) toilet bowl beneath her. Tiffany's toes had curled right before the great release, her eyes rolling back into her head as she experienced the male orgasm for the first time, an experience she'd never likely forget, both due to the sheer erotic pleasure and the supernatural antics that'd got her to that point in the first place.
Back in the present, Tiffany idly thumbed the single bat earring dangling from her left earlobe, an unimpressive accessory bought on a whim from Argos to prep for a particularly salacious Halloween party a few years prior but the only feminine item she still owned (save for her messy brown ponytail and soft features, practically everything above her now broad shoulders and wide collarbone). Now she'd adjusted to having John's body somewhat, she was wondering what her next course of action should be.
This question would soon find an answer, as the conveniently unlocked emergency door between the two bathrooms had been unlocked- John found it easier to pass through each set of bogs rather than walk round- slowly creaked open, revealing a sight that caused Tiffany to guffaw in astonishment.
"Liam?!"
"Tiffany?"
Liam's cheeks flushed red instantly. No wonder why, Tiffany smirked to herself as her eyes roamed over Liam's now petite form (now about 5'2", Tiffany supposed, a far cry from the five inches she'd gained from having John's body plastered beneath her head), swathed in a baggy tunic with long fitted sleeves, as well as a pair of dainty tennis shoes with translucent brown pantyhose just underneath.
Like Tiffany, he seemed to have found himself misplaced onto a body of someone of the opposite gender, this one apparently having belonged to Luke's girlfriend, Rachel. Sure, the perky tits jiggling underneath his top- as well as the feminine curvature of his hips and the obvious absence of much of anything in the crotch area- were a dead giveaway, but the noticeable bump distending from the store slacker's abdomen made it pretty clearcut.
"Oh my days, you're..." Tiffany smacked her lips together, bringing her meaty paw to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "...F*cking hell."
"Yeah, I know." Liam groaned and tenderly rubbed his baby bump, more out of annoyance than of a sense of motherly love.
"Bloody thing came with the property, not much I can do about it."
"What a strangely calm reaction to becoming pregnant, don't you think?" Tiffany chuckled.
"You're not much better yourself, are you?" Liam scowled as he nodded to the nametag reading 'John' just above her bear-like paunch. "Not exactly strapped onto a prime specimen either, eh?"
"Eh, it's not too bad. Apart from the fact I am now physically capable of taking a leak standing up, without pissing all over my thighs that is, everything operates pretty much the same."
"Well, I certainly can't say the same." Liam sighed deeply, inadvertently causing the swollen. milk-laden C-cups on his chest to sway around even more sluggishly. "The bastard can tell I'm an impostor, I can feel it. He's been rumbling around nonstop, ever since I..."
Liam's face flushed again, a manicured hand slipping behind his head to gingerly rub his nape. Tiffany noted how his stance had shifted all of a sudden, his thighs now rubbing against one another as if he were hiding something.
"Are you sure it's a boy?" she chirped, changing the topic so Liam would be a tad less uncomfortable.
Liam scoffed. "You think a girl could kick this hard?"
Liam winced almost instantly, his knees wobbling as a powerful set of feet slammed against his pregnant stomach.
"Seems she's not a fan of misogyny."
"Great," Liam moaned, clutching his midriff with a disgruntled frown, "Just my luck to get an infant femi-Nazi strapped onto me, of all things."
"But seriously, are you alright, Liam? Anyone would struggle adjusting to...this, especially a bloke ripe in the prime of his manhood." Liam shot her an incredulous look.
"Okay, maybe not your physical prime, but still..."
"Well, my feet are swollen, and I'm having the most terrible cravings..."
Tiffany's cheeks turned crimson, her trouser snake stirring itself into a frenzy instantaneously. "You too?!"
Liam scratched his scalp. "...Well, er, yeah, I guess so. Though I'm not sure why you'd be craving Walkers Ketchup Crisps all of a sudden too..."
"N-No, I, erm... Guess we weren't having the same cravings after all."
"O-Oh," Liam stammered, finally reading the strange glint that'd been reflecting off Tiffany's eyes the entire time. "You're talking about...w-well, don't get it twisted, I'm not some perverted nympho deviant or whatever, but I..."
"Yeah?"
"F*cking hell, I'll just come out with it." Liam took a deep breath before saying, "I've, er...had the strangest urge to masturbate since I came to."
Tiffany's face lit up. She exhaled loudly, glad she wasn't the sole victim of this phenomena. "So have I! F*ck, I thought I was going crazy! I must've already wanked myself off, what...two times? Have you, er...'stroked the kitty'?"
Liam blushed and twirled his tennis shoes in a sheepish circle.
"...P-Perhaps. I-I mean, I woke up in the toilets, a-and this body, its hormones are everywhere ..."
"Don't worry," Tiffany giggled, wagging her hands in the air. "I don't blame you. F*ck, I'm feeling pretty loaded up again myself right now..."
"M-Me too, to be honest."
Each of the headswapped duo shared a tentative glance. A smirk spread across Tiffany's face first, an idea springing to mind.
"Do you, er...think we might be able to help each other out?"
"Ew, f*ck no!" Liam yelped, springing backwards. "I'm not gonna have a d*ck stuffed inside me just because there's a girl's head attached to it!"
"No need to be so bloody immature," Tiffany scoffed, flipping her hair with her stubby fingers. "I'm just saying, here we both are, two innocent minimum-wage employees randomly crammed into some half-arsed science-fiction bullcrap in real life, with very real, adult, needs. Why wouldn't we help each other out, given the circumstances?"
Tiffany slotted her hands effeminately on her square hips, pursing her lips as she eyed a now squeamish looking Liam, his artistically ringed fingers tentatively twiddling around themselves.
"...F-Fine," Liam squeaked out, his gaze firmly locked onto his feet and floor. "B-But you're not going anywhere near this vagina. I'm not exactly sure, but I'm pretty sure I'm not trying to get on the wrong side of a pregnant lady."
"That's what I was hoping to hear," Tiffany grinned. "And don't worry; you can just give me a handjob and I'll be fine with that. I'll eat you out for all your troubles, that is if you want me to."
"E-Eat me...out?"
Tiffany rolled her eyes and grabbed Liam's arm, yanking it to drag him further into the men's toilets and into a stall.
"God, you are such a virgin, mate."
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