Tiffany looked at Brooke in alarm as Tammy came closer. They each had wet spots at the crotch of their jeans, but thankfully it wasn't noticeable with all the other stains and dirt they had accumulated in here. The bulges of their new assets was a bit more problematic, but the stains helped break up the outline, and a little posture adjustment should hopefully keep their secret.
'Hey! Amie found a way to the roof!' Tammy shouted as she climbed her way over.
Tiffany froze. The roof! They were here because they had to fly their panties from the tower on the roof. Her soaking wet, cum stained panties... Her mind swirled as she tried to figure out how to handle this. A quick glance at Brooke showed concern on her face as well.
Tammy was rambling on as they worked their way back through the third floor. Tiffany wasn't listening as she worked on her problem.
To her surprise, Tammy started down the steps.
'Wait, we don't have to go to the roof?' Brooke asked.
Tammy rolled her eyes. 'Try listening to me for once! Amie got up there and took care of everything. She even had the foresight to bring six extra cheap pairs, no one will ever know they aren't what we were wearing.'
As the group exited, Tiffany noticed all of the girls had the same sweet scent she had first noticed with Brooke. Tammy also had just a hint of spice as well.
With the other girls headed back to the sorority house, the two new futanari stayed back to talk without risk of being overheard.
'We can't see my sister until tomorrow morning, she's work a shift starting shortly until 11am. I'll text her so she can meet us at the hospital ER entrance then.' said Tiffany. 'But we can't go back to the house like this, what do we do?'
Brooke nodded 'Jay's flatmate is never around on weekends, we could go there. If I claim to have a headache and you just be distant, he'll get bored and end up going out to the bar with his buddies. With luck he'll be gone or passed out drunk for most of the time until we can go get help. I even have some spare cloths there, though they probably won't fit you well.'
They didn't say much as they walked the half mile to Jay's apartment, both were too freaked out to talk.
Jay swallowed a cover story of a electrical problem at the sorority house, and as predicted responded to Brooke's cold shoulder by going out to the bars. Brooke and Tiffany were very grateful for this as to their altered sense of smell, he had an unpleasant sour aroma.
Tiffany quickly claimed the shower, eager to rinse off the grime and God knows what else from their expedition. She eyed herself up in the mirror, eyes drawn to the new addition between her legs. She was definitely bigger than her boyfriend Max. There wasn't a trace of her well trimmed landing strip, the growth of her manhood had erased her pubic hair. Feeling her legs, they felt totally smooth, with no stubble.
She found herself getting turned on by her self inspection. Her cock was standing at attention, a hard nine inches of sensitive flesh. Stepping into the warm shower spray, her hand began stroking. Her other hand snaked below her sack, to her wet and ready slit.
So caught up in self pleasure, Tiff didn't realize how loud she was, nor did she hear the shower door. She jumped as a warm hand grasped her tit from behind. Another hand pulled hers away from her womanhood.
Brooke's voice whispered in her ear. "Don't fight it, we both need this. Its OK, this isn't us fucking, its whatever changed us.'
With that, Brooke's cock slid effortlessly into Tiffany, and they sated their lust.
Later Tiffany returned the favor, taking Brooke on the kitchen counter.
They returned to each other's arms again and again, driven by the insatiable lust inside them. They paused to order and eat pizza, grateful that the restaurant still offered contactless delivery, a leftover from the pandemic a few years before.
They were out of sight in Jay's flatmate's room when Jay stumbled in drunk. The apartment had to reek of sex, but from the unsteady footsteps, he was likely in no condition to notice.
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Tiffany woke to the sound of the shower running on the other side of the wall. Brooke was next to her, hogging most of the blankets.
She waited a few minutes after the shower stopped and listened for the bathroom door. Once Jay exited and retreated to his room, she sneaked inside to clean up from the prior night's excesses. As predicted, Brooke's cloths didn't fit her well, but they were still an improvement over her stained outfit from yesterday. She wore her same bra and shoes from the day before, and was slightly confused as they seemed tight.
Half an hour later, both girls were ready to go, having successfully avoided Jay. He emerged briefly to say goodbye. As he stood there confused by the ongoing cold treatment from his girlfriend, Tiffany couldn't help but notice Jay's sour smell was almost gone, revealing a caramel sweetness with a hint of chocolate.