More left-right movement. The sound of a bathroom stall door closing. Jeff would’ve recoiled if he could. His first experience as a pussy in a restroom had been so awful that just the sound of the stall door made him mentally cringe.
A shifting of clothes. The humid panties were pulled away from Jeff’s face, and fresh(er) air blaster his tiny body. As his sight adjusted to the brightness, he saw Penny’s thighs angled away from him and the floor beneath him. At the very edges of his vision he could see the walls of the stall around them.
But that wasn’t what caught his attention. A smartphone, bigger than his entire pussy body, was held just in front of his face. The camera was on, and for the first time, Jeff got a good look at himself. Soft pale lips. Sweat along his tiny wrinkles. Fiery ginger pubic hair that had been neatly trimmed and shaved away except for a heart-shaped patch above his lips, where his ‘forehead’ would be. He twitched softly under Penny’s control. The phone flashed silently, and Jeff realized Penny was snapping a pic of him for somebody else.
No...not of him. A photo of her pussy. She didn’t know he was trapped there, and probably never would.
Penny switched from camera to text, and sent the picture to someone as she clumsily pulled up her panties with one hand. Jeff struggled to get a glimpse of the name listed as the contact...