Jeff waited, and waited, but there was no sound, no light, no stimulation for the rest of the evening and the night. He explored how his new form *felt* at least in it's current state. Instead of ribs, he had four sets of stitches running down his form. He could feel where the pull string attached, but it didn't seem to be a part of *him*. The applicator was stiff but shaped just right for his current form. His mind shook as he felt the bag being lifted, he had no real way to measure time, so he didn't really know what time it really was, he could tell by the sounds that he was carried to her car, then her heard the familiar sound of her office...
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Several hours later
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Emma got up from her desk, pulling her purse along , she went to the bathroom hurriedly and pulled her pencil skirt and panties down, letting out a frustrated sigh. She pulled the string to her used tampon and dropped it into the water, it was completely saturated and full, practically falling apart. She reached over and unzipped her purse, grabbing one of her other tampons ripping the wrapping off and using the applicator to insert it into position, then tossed the spent applicator out, cleaned herself off and pulled her clothes back on.
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Jeff had been waiting for what seemed like another eternity, before the bag moved again, it wasn't until he heard the world shaddering zipper that he got excited, it only grew when he felt himself being lifted. With a rip, the package was removed and light flooded in. He still couldn't see much through the opening at the top of the applicator, but he saw, and knew, enough to know where he was going. He was lowered until he staring at her woman hood. His vision again blocked as it swallowed him, with a push from behind he was moved past the plastic tube and into a squishy, wet, and hot tube, and his previous holder disappeared back the way he came. He began to soak in everything, literally and figuratively. Her body held him intimately and warmly, and he felt calm and content. He felt her stand, and imagined her bringing her panties and skirt over him. He felt the tunnel move as his mistress bent over, presumably to grab her purse. Then she started walking, each step throwing his world around with her hips. With a splurch the opening above him dispensed the reason for his forms existence, and his form readily soaked up the fluid. It was a strange but not entirely bad experience to be with the woman he loved in such an intimate way, and to know he was helping her... This was going to be an interesting experience ...