Heading upstairs, she could feel the carpet even more with her now exposed cockheads. She left sticky cum-prints as she walked up the stairs, heading once again to the bathroom to wash the cum off her penises, including the one on her chest which had blown its load earlier. She removed her sticky bra and tossed it in the hamper, and carefully rinsed her chest, shuddering as the lukewarm water ran across it. She then ran the tub and washed both her legs with soap and water, making sure to get all the cum out of the huge urethras at the ends. She knew she was going to miss the bus at this point, but she really didn’t want to walk around all day with dried cum all over her, even though she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to make it even a quarter of the way through the day without cumming again, especially with the caveat that Kyle had applied to her aching chesticles. While this was happening, she began to feel a pressure in her abdomen where her stomach should have been, and dreaded what was coming next. She dried both her chest and legs with a towel, and leaned over the toilet as if to vomit, though what came was far worse. She felt the stream of piss travel up her throat, passing through mere millimeters from the point where her cock rested on her tongue, before exiting her urethra and pouring in a narrow stream from her face into the toilet. She couldn’t bear to watch anymore so she closed her eyes, only to accidentally spray some of the piss one one of her hands that was gripping the edge of the bowl as her stream drifted, causing her to jerk her head in suprise, getting piss on what few articles of clothing she hadn’t already soiled this morning. All of her anguish was instead channeled into righteous fury, and as she flexed her neck muscles to stop the stream, she tried to punch a hole in the wall, only succeeding in injuring her hand. She finished emptying her bladder, this time making sure to watch the stream carefully and making sure not to miss, and threw the rest of her clothes in the hamper, storming off to get some fresh ones. To add insult to injury, she heard the sound of her sister’s bus pulling up, and looking out the window at the bus stop, her sister was nowhere to be seen. Furious, she finished getting dressed and saw her sister’s door closed, opening it to find her sister furiously masturbating. “Are you pffbuckinh thewious???” It was just now that Jen had finally taken notice yet another annoying aspect of her transformation; the fact that when her pussy lips were attempting to form words, they came out with a very obvious lisp.
“I’m sorry, I’m just so fricking horny right now for some reason! I couldn’t even think!” Just great, now even if Jen made it to her bus, it wouldn’t matter because somebody had to drive her sister to school. Normally her maid would’ve done it in situations like this, but for some reason she had taken the day off. Meaning that somehow, in her freakish condition, Jen would have to drive herself and her sister to school. And to make matters worse, Jen’s car was a Porsche, with a manual transmission. Meaning that she would be constantly shifting gears and pressing the pedals with a pair of giant flaccid dicks. Jen loved her sexy little car, and was terrified of something happening to it, but she had to get to Kyle, and school was the only place she knew he’d be. She grabbed her bag, bracing herself as she stuffed her fat cock heads into her heavily modified shoes, and with her sister in tow, stepped out into the outside world, her mouth dick proudly on display like the prow of a ship. This was going to be a long day.