Skye and Scarlette got the water running and went into the shower to wash off. It was a bit cramped but they made it work, the close quarters and awkward atmosphere all but gone considering what was going on just minutes ago.
There stood before each other, faces mere inches from each other. The immediate lust had waned but it was still in the air, on their faces. Still rubbing each other over with the loofah, they touched lips lightly, just a small, tender kiss.
The sound of muffled, clumsy footsteps broke the mood. Scarlette and Skye stepped out of the shower, naught but a couple of towels to keep them modest, as they open the door to see Missy, still two lower bodies connected at the navel, rubbing herself against Skyes bed post.
“God damn, Missy! Control yourself” Skye laughed as she picked up the remote and pressed the blue button at Missy.
Missy's form floundered a little, but slowly she calmed down, her legs thinning out into her old arms, toes elongating into fingers, her tight rear flowing into her shoulders.
Missy got to her feet, the only thing being left is the pussy which still sat between her shoulders, as that was to be short lived as well, as it rose from her shoulders, neck and head forming underneath it. First Missy's eyes formed, yet remained closed, her ears and nose pushed out into existence, as her light blue hair spidered its way out of her scalp, flowing down to just above her shoulders. All that was left was the pussy which sat under her nose, the labia puffing up and curling into her plump lips.
After a moment of silence, Missy draws a gasp of air, her eyes slowly opening and glancing around the room before making eye contact with Scarlette “You, my dear Scarlette are mine next chance I get, I will repay the pleasure” and stumbled past them into the bathroom, quietly closing the door.
“I think you might want to keep an eye on Missy for a while” Skye joked. “Thanks for the warning” Scarlette said nervously. “That being said I need to head home tonight, I have work in the morning”.
“Aww that sucks” Skye moaned. “we could have had so much more fun”.
Scarlette waved goodbye to her friends, an exhausted Missy barely staying awake to say bye; Skye was going to let her stay for the night.
After taking a taxi back to her apartment, Scarlette dropped everything in her path to her bed, she just needed a bit of sleep; Scarlette had a big meeting tomorrow and needed the rest.
Her sleep was very broken, images swirled in her dreams; bodies flowing like a lava lamp, separating and merging, growing and shrinking.
Scarlette's alarm woke her with a start, her groggy form rising from under her sheets. Taking her work clothes from the closet she began getting ready for work. It was standard attire for an office: black heels over dark stockings, a skirt which only covered her thighs and rear, allowing the face between her legs to see and breathe properly. Her blouse and suit jacket gave her the same allowance for the faces on her breasts, the holes in the blouse were hemmed and tailored though, as one needs to look professional. The only issue was a the breasts which sat where a normal persons eyes would be, she had a nice black bra, fixed to wrap around her head, but the real trouble is its so hard to do her hair right with it in the way. Scarlette then went to the mirror and did her make up, which took forever, having three extra faces just made it repetitive.
The morning commute was pretty standard; keeping her coffee on her lap allowed her to sip it gleefully while she held a magazine to her left breast to read, but as standard, the other people on the train stared, mostly guys getting a look at the cleavage on her forehead; but Scarlette was used to it.
Scarlette made it to her office desk, and got her morning started; emails, filing and accounts flowed through her hands over the course of the day. One of the benefits of her extra faces meant her workload was always finished quickly. Today felt a little bit different though, like something wasnt quite right. She kept checking her phone and emails to see if it was something forgotten, but that wasnt it either, and today it felt like she was being watched, maybe her boss was keeping tabs on her performance.
The morning meeting was about to begin, Scarlette got up from her chair and made her way to the meeting room.