Walking up into the side-door of the metro bus, Liz got into a seat and thought about what she would tell her boss. It was a trendy cafe she did a late shift at, so there wouldn't be any fuss. Her boss would be fine. She was a cool chick. But an idea crept into her head that certainly was going to be interesting.
Arriving at her stop, she picked up the bags and walked the half block to the alley she used to get to the back entrance. As she got closer, she spied one of the cooks out taking a smoke break. "Hey, Tom!"
"'Sup, Lizzy."
Walking in, Liz went straight to the back bathroom and found it free. Going in and locking the door, she stripped down. Her clothes went into the bag and a smaller, plastic bag came out. She took out the clean server's uniform of black slacks, pale blue button-down shirt, and red tie and thong - plus a black short apron and a few towels. No bra, the boss had ideas about bringing in customers that Liz was a little more into than she let on. The clothes she set aside. With the towels, she quickly used the sink to rinse her body. It didn't do well to stink at work, and she'd probably get sweaty all over again if she spent too long in the kitchen. As she cleaned herself off from head to toe, she thought about Maddie the Cock sitting in her bag...
Maddie had no idea what was going on. She though Liz had work after the runs the friends tool in the park. Why was she moving stuff around so much right now? Surely she wasn't home. If
Liz was home, why was she still in the bag? Maddie knew Liz was too much of a closet kink to keep her hands off a fine cock as herself. The bag rustled around her again, and she found herself proven right as she was pulled out by the shaft. Liz's warm and moist hands felt good on the silicone that Maddie was made of. This was the first time she'd ever been touched along her member and it was hard to contain herself... apart from the fact she really couldn't do a single thing by herself... Liz's hands moved to the shorts Maddie was also made of and she could feel herself sliding up legs. She could feel the knees and the thickness of thighs stretching the silicone skin until she hit Liz's crotch very suddenly. Maddie thought it was weird... why did she feel attached? She thought she'd just be inanimate. Not that that was a complaint!
Liz gasped as the silicone pants and appendage came into full contact. She could feel the dangling member sticking out and balls resting against her thighs. Not having much time left, she brought herself under control without touching her new penis with her hands. The sticking out part would have to go, she sadly realized. Picking up the medallion from the pile of clean clothes were she left it, Liz muttered "if I can get my thong on, Maddie will not always be erect anymore - instead acting in that capacity like a normal penis... and I won't be aroused for ten minutes." The last part she added, when she realized there was no way that penis was going down with how flushed and ready she felt. Liz reached over and slid on her thong, immediately seeing a change in the eight inch rod.
Maddie felt... sad. She was shrinking ever so slowly. She wasn't quite so full feeling and there was not as much "support" in her body. Feeling trapped in the panties that had just slid up over her was particularly sad because they felt so good on her skin. All of a sudden, she felt Liz's hand reposition her inside a new enclosure. Pants?
Liz buttoned the pants, noting the slight bulge in the front. She had folded Maddie under herself like her last boyfriend in college did. He said if he got an erection, it couldn't grow while the penis was stuck bent. Liz thought as she pulled on her shirt and tucked it in how she hoped this advice worked better than he did at being a boyfriend. Liz finished up wither her tie and apron, plopping the medallion in to a snug pocket where she could feel it and keep track of it all night. The wet towels got the water squished out and put in the plastic bag along with her sweaty clothes to be washed when she got home. She pulled out a shoe bag and swapped her trainers for flats, and she was good to go.
Checking herself in the mirror one last time, Liz made sure the ponytail her purple hair was in was neat. Grabbing the bags, she got out. The bags went in a locker bin and Liz went to work.