Filled with dread, she came to a horrifying realization. She had to go. Like right now. In this state. She could only imagine how bad this was about to be…
… it was worse. Somehow. She grimaced as she sat down, tasting the toilet seat with her ass. It tasted even worse than the tiles. But nothing could prepare her for how bad it was going to be when she released her bladder. She could taste every drop as it soaked her pussy lips, salty, warm, acrid, and disgusting. She tried to spread her legs to avoid it but it was no use. She coughed and gagged and spit, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, but it wasn’t really *in* her mouth to begin with. Shifting her legs only made the next part even worse. She desperately wanted to hold it but knew it would only happen later anyways. Gritting her teeth, she let loose her bowels, with her salty tears being only a momentary distraction from the horror that was between her ass cheeks. Immediately, she grabbed a wet wipe off the counter and scrubbed over and over, but the taste never fully went away, only mixing with the wipe, which tasted a bit like hand sanitizer, or well, kind of like how it smelled.
Not bothering to flush, she dashed for the shower, turning the water to max and yelping as the ice cold water splashed her hyper-sensitive pussy skin. She scrubbed between her cheeks as hard as possible, ignoring the unbearable cold as she finally succeeded in alleviating the taste of her own feces. She sighed, before once again yelping as the water shifted from freezing to scalding. She adjusted it, settling on a comfortable temperature, and proceeded with her shower.
Showering in her new form proved annoying as well. The steady spray provided her constant sexual stimulation, which was very distracting. In addition to having a couple more orgasms from the water alone, the soap proved to be another challenge, starting with her hair, the taste of the shampoo on her hands and her scalp was awful, like washing her mouth out with soap, but it wasn’t still nothing compared to what she’d just been through. The body wash was even worse, as instead of coming from part of her “tongue”, she could taste the body wash on every inch of her body, and running her hands along her bumpy skin also provided incessant pleasure, which was starting to become less pleasurable and more frustrating the longer it went on.
Drying off was impossible, of course. She might as well be trying to dry off her tongue while it was still in her mouth. Groaning in frustration, she made her way to her closet, surprised to find that instead of normal clothes, all her clothes were made of waterproof synthetic materials. At least now she wouldn’t soak through her clothes and expose herself. Still, they felt strange, though that’s not saying much since *everything* felt strange to her skin. She felt like her tongue was wrapped in plastic, and her pussy had said plastic material shoved inside of it. But that didn’t accurately describe it, it’s just the closest she could come to summarizing what she felt.
Walking downstairs, she had to pause as another orgasm hit her, since every step had felt like yet another soft yet noticeable thrust into her vagina, like she was being fisted but not super forcefully. She stumbled over to the kitchen, leaving a trail of juices in her wake. Fortunately, with her synthetic socks on, she could no longer taste the gross carpet she walked on. With plenty of time before school, she had time to fix her favorite breakfast: a grilled bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. She grabbed an oven mitt and a pair of tongs, being careful not to get her juices into the bread bag, placing two slices onto a plate. She grabbed butter, bacon, two slices of cheese, and an egg and set it on the counter, throwing the bacon in the pan, with a few drops of her juices inevitably getting in the pan. Once her bacon was fried she removed it and added some butter and fried the egg, setting it to the side. Yet more butter and the first slice of bread, she stacked cheese, egg, bacon, more cheese, and finally more bread, and some more butter. Flipping a few times, her sandwich was complete, though she could definitely tell there was some pussy juice cooked into the bread. It’d have to do. She poured a glass of orange juice, sitting at the table to eat. It went about as well as she’d expected. Everything tasted like pussy. It was like she had a bit of sandwich on her tongue, but the whole thing was soaked in pussy. Sandwich, pussy, juice, pussy, sandwich, pussy, and so on. The juice was stronger, citrus overpowering the taste more, but still, it was unbearable. She cried, burying her head in her hands, tasting more salty tears and of course, pussy. She had just one thought on her mind…
That little nerd was going to get it.