“What?”, Jordan said. “Katie, this is serious!” She bobbed her long neck up and down in frustration. “I can’t move! Stop using me like that and go find somebody who can...” Her voice trailed off there. Who can what? Get her out of here? Was that even an option anymore? She figured there had to be someone who could come and look her over - there had been a lot in the news the past couple days about fusions getting medical assistance in adjusting to their new bodies - but what could they actually do for her when they saw what she’d become?
“Hey!” Before Jordan could find the right words to finish her sentence, a male voice interrupted, sounding confused and a little scared. “Is someone there!? I can’t get up!” Katie got up and turned around, while Jordan’s neck flexed in the direction of the sound. It seemed to be coming from the bathroom stall directly opposite Jordan’s shower curtain.
Katie stepped forward and approached the stall door. The wooden surface of her hand pressed against it, but it didn’t budge. “It’s locked,” she called out to whoever was inside. “Are you okay in there? Can you at least reach the latch?”
“Nnngh... I can’t,” he replied. “I don’t know what just happened. I guess the Fusion Wave musta passed through, but I wasn’t close to anyone or anything... But now it’s like I’m stuck to the floor, and I can’t even feel my legs. Can you call 9-1-1 or something?”
Katie went through the pile of her clothes, which sat right next to another pile. Jordan stared at the tank top she’d been wearing just half an hour ago, wondering if she’d ever have the chance to wear something like it again. She felt so uncomfortable, so vulnerable, with her breast-knobs and her faucet-pussy completely uncovered. But she no longer had a body to put clothes on - her curves were just bumps sticking out of an otherwise flat wall, and she wasn’t even entirely sure where she began and ended anymore.
Pulling out her phone, Katie quickly dialed the emergency number, only to get a busy signal. “I can’t get through,” she announced loudly to the guy behind the stall door, after a couple more tries. “There must be a lot of people who need help right now.”
“Right, of course,” the man said nervously. “All those people who got fused together with their roommates and stuff. Good thing I avoided that. I guess I don’t really need an ambulance if they’re so busy. I just need some help getting up and I’ll be okay. Do you think you can...?”
Katie shrugged and put the phone down. She got down on her hands and knees, with the squealing sound of furniture being dragged across a floor, and crawled through the wide opening under the stall door. Jordan could hear Katie’s voice echo from behind there. “Oh my god,” the girl said, shortly before reaching up to unlock the door and push it open from the inside. Jordan just watched, dreading what she suspected she was about to see.
Inside, the stall seemed to be empty, a toilet mounted on the floor exactly where one would be expected. It was only on a closer inspection that anything seemed amiss. This toilet had two large green balls, like glassy marbles, sticking out of its upper tank. Jordan realized when she saw them blinking, briefly covered in white porcelain lids, that those were supposed to be eyes. And the lever that you would push to make it flush now had the strangest resemblance to a large, veiny penis.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”, the toilet spoke, the lid flapping up and down like a mouth. His eyes seemed to be pointed at Katie - Jordan wasn’t even sure if he had noticed her yet. Not that she really wanted anyone to see her like this. Katie looked back and forth between the two other fused people, not sure how to introduce them to each other.
Jordan finally broke the awkward silence. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I think you’re-”
“Wait,” the toilet interrupted, “did you get merged with a shower head?” He laughed nervously. “What the fuck? I didn’t know that was even possible!”
Jordan grumbled. She knew he was probably laughing out of discomfort and not actual humor, but it still hurt her feelings to have someone respond that way the moment they saw her. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”, she replied angrily before she could think better of it. “Then I bet you find it hilarious that you’ve been fused with a toilet!”
“What are you talking about? That doesn’t- it can’t be-” The toilet’s eyes spun as he tried to look himself over. Every time he opened his “mouth”, the lid covered his eyes, making it harder for him to deny the reality. “No... Oh my god, no... I’m... fuck!” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. Then he suddenly, involuntarily flushed himself, which Jordan guessed was probably the closest thing he could do to actually crying.
Katie stood there, still glancing back and forth between the two. “I guess I have to get help for both of you,” she said. “Okay, stay right here and I’ll go- I mean, uh- sorry. I know you can’t go anywhere right n- I’m just gonna go. I’ll be back as soon as I can!”
And with that, she left the two of them behind, with nothing else to do but stare at each other.