Jenny decided to stay home. She grabbed a legal pad from her desk, and scrawled down "Not feeling well, lost my
voice, staying home." She took it downstairs, and showed it to John.
"Man, that sucks! I'll take notes for you. If you need anything, just call. Love you babe!"
Jenny was now free for the immediate future, but she didn't know what to do in the long run. For now, at least,
she could plan. But first, a building need struck her. She had drunk a lot of water earlier, and consequently
had to use the bathroom. But strangely, the pressure she normally felt in her abdomen was now centered around
her throat and neck. She dreaded what was coming next, but there was no way out of it. She raised the lid of the
toilet in the bathroom and hung her head over it, like she was going to puke. She tried relaxing the muscles in
her throat, and sure enough began to pee. Despite lacking a tongue, she could still taste the pee as it poured
from what felt like the roof of her mouth. It was salty and bitter, just like it smelled. She would have barfed,
but she was beginning to doubt whether she still had a digestive system. She was beginning to doubt a lot of
things lately, she mused as she emptied her repositioned bladder. Soon enough, the pee slowed down to a trickle,
then stopped. Jenny wiped her mouth-pussy with a wad of toilet paper, collecting the little stray drops of
urine. She wondered what had happened to her other, crotch vagina, since she had to use her mouth one to pee.
Pulling down her panties, she discovered...