I'm giggling. My twin is giggling.
My twin. She's probably thinking the same thing about . . . me.
This is . . . actually happening, I guess.
"Shit," she says. "What the hell do we do now?"
"I dunno . . . maybe grab knives and see what's going on outside? Figure out what that . . . red wave was?" I'm she she can also hear the muffled yells outside this apartment, even over the still-running shower.
Outside . . .
"EMMA!" we both yell. Is she oka-
At that exact moment, we both gasp at the sound of a loud but muffled shriek from outside the bathroom door . . . where Emma was studying. Whatever is making that sound is shrieking again. Steadily, the shrieking turns into yelling. The yelling quiets into pained groaning and sobbing - and then into unmistakably impassioned moaning.
Both of us turn our heads back to look at each other, eyes widened, faces pale.
The. Fuck.
The moaning is getting louder as the sound of heavy footsteps approaches the door. They are staggered and irregular.
My twin had been standing up to open the shower door to check on Emma before this - she had immediately shrunk back down and grabbed a shampoo bottle to use as some sort of a club to defend us. I was rolling my eyes at her and chuckling when the door and bathroom vibrated with a loud thud as something heavy fell against it.
"MMMmmMMMppPPHhhhNnnnnNNNGggGgGGgggggggggg!"
It's Emma's voice.
Gasping, I press myself against the back corner of the shower. My twin rushes over and hugs me tight. I've been right under the showerhead, while she hasn't - her cold, wet skin rubs over mine as she, puts a firm hand over my head to press it gently into her flat chest. She's as terrified as I am, but just briefly, I am comforted for a fact that I have a sibling, a "brother," looking out for me.
"SsSS-Saamm? P-pppleeEEEAAsse . . . I-I-I'm s-scared!! fF-FFfuuUUUCKKKK!!!"
A sound of wet squelching and another sensual, almost agonized moan follows suit - if it is Emma, she's pressing her face to the door. What the fuck!?
"I-I can't stop m-mysself! I-I nnnngGGGGHHHhhhhuuuuuuuuuh . . . OHHhhhh . . . Unnhhhh . . . aaaaaaaahh-MMM!!!"
The gibberish is accompanied by six light thuds against the door. Seconds later, a sticky white puddle leaks through the door's threshold. We're just staring at each other in shocked silence.
"Ss-SSOOORYY!!! i-I did-dn't mean to! You-your'e j-JUST . . . SO HOT! S-shit, I s-sh-shouldn't have s-said-"
More wet squelching. More moaning. The puddle grows bigger. What the hell is wrong wrong with Emma?
If that is Emma.
"L-look, please, I ju-just really n-need h-heelp! I nee-nee-duh, duuuhh, uuuuhnnn, muuhhhh, mmmmuhhnngg!
A frenzy of wet squelches is followed by silence.
"I NEED . . . YOU!!!"
The door handle jiggles rapidly, as whoever is outside is hyperventilating and gasping sexually. We both curse ourselves for not locking it - before this shit went down, we had seen no reason to lock Emma out of the bathroom unless we were taking a dump or getting spicy with myself - ourselves.
Curiously, whoever is outside can't seem to open the door - it's sounds like they're too drunk to get a good grip on it.
The audible grunts and yells of frustration continue, as their hand keeps falling off the door handle - until they start ramming themselves against it.
I grab hold of my twin and push ourselves down to lie as flat as possible on the floor of the shower, hiding under the wall of this tiny thing that could be described as a bathtub only by children.
After a couple more seconds of listening to frenzied banging, the bathroom door flew open and someone, or something, flies in, loses their balance, and crashes to the floor. We stop ourselves from looking up to help.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" The person gets to their feet, propping their arms on the top of the "tub," groaning.
Judging by what we can see from our position, through the steam-obscured glass of the shower door above the tub, it's Emma all right, and she looks . . . normal? We can barely make out her frame from her neck up. With a barely composed voice, and shuddered, restrained breath, she speaks:
"S-Sam. Sorry for s-scaring you. I'm just not . . . myself right now."
The only thing making a noise in the room is the shower.
"Please," Emma whispers. Her lips quiver as she struggles to not lose herself to her nearly-unbridled lust. "I . . . NEED YOU SAM! I've always liked you! The w-way you walk, and ta-talk, dress and laugh, it's intoxicating!"
She's standing up, and presses her body against the glass sensually. She's completely naked.
Dear god.
From a distance, she wouldn't look quite changed - other than a massively increased bust and glute size. But we're very up close.
Emma has an . . . anal sphincter replacing the lips on her face? It's big, pink, puffy, and she's pressing it against the shower door's glass, "pursing" it. If they were normal lips, coupled with her attractive face and her blush, it would have been sexy. Each time her sphincter flexes, it leaks clear fluid onto her breasts. They're plump, and by the looks of it, have probably have grown two cup sizes. They're glistening with sweat, their wide areolas squeaking against the glass. Why am I getting wet - no - hard at this?
Of course, that's not all. Everything below her hips is turned around, twisted - ass pointing forwards legs facing backwards, the wrong freaking direction. Using her hands, Emma spreads her cheeks apart to reveal a moaning, flush pair of lips - drooling, they kiss the glass, before retracting as her tongue reaches out to lick it. Directly beneath the lips lies an engorged vagina constantly leaking fluid onto her legs and the ground. Behind that, where her snatch should be is a full on penis that is at least half an inch longer than the ruler she was using earlier today. It is positively throbbing, and a thick string of pre-cum and semen from before is dripping onto the bathroom tiles.
Sensually, almost lovingly, she squirms on the glass, her assets jiggling as she tries to peer through the steam to see us.
"Sam, please . . . don't hide, I--"
A pause. Her lips quiver.
"I . . . I LOVE YOU SAM! I . . . nnNNGGGggHhhhhh . . . want you!"
"D-Don't be scared . . ."
And she begins to open the shower door.