Chapter 2: Getting what he wanted
The movie continued to play, the actors' voices echoing through the speakers, but Penny was no longer paying attention. She was too busy stewing in her confusion and embarrassment. She couldn't believe Gary had said that. She knew he liked her, but she'd never expected him to be so... crude. She shifted in her seat, her ass sinking deeper into the cushion, her mind racing.
Gary, on the other hand, was reeling. He felt a strange, warm sensation spreading through him, starting from his core and radiating outwards. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
A tingling, pulsating warmth that seemed to be growing, intensifying with each passing second. He looked down at himself, or rather, where himself should have been, and saw nothing but Penny's lap. Panic surged through him, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak. It was as if he was trapped, his consciousness tethered to Penny's body.
"What the fuck?" Penny exclaimed, finally noticing the change. She looked down at her crotch, her eyes widening in shock as she realized what was happening. "Gary?
Where the fuck are you?" Penny hissed, her face pale, eyes wide with panic. She felt around her crotch, her fingers brushing against something soft, wet, and familiar. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what she was touching. "Oh my god, Gary? Is that... is that you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the movie.
Gary, or rather, what used to be Gary, was in a state of utter confusion. He could feel Penny's fingers on him, or rather, on her.
The sensation was indescribable, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was as if his entire being was now concentrated in that one, intimate area of Penny's body. He could feel the soft, velvety texture of her labia, the wetness that coated his new form, the gentle throbbing of her clit as it pulsed with her heartbeat. He could even feel the rough denim of her jeans rubbing against him, the seam pressing into his sensitive flesh. It was overwhelming, this newfound intimacy, this raw, carnal knowledge of Penny's body.
Gary could feel everything, the gentle pulsing of her sex, the slickness of her juices, the way her muscles clenched and relaxed with each heartbeat. It was as if he was drowning in her essence, suffocating in the depths of her femininity.
Penny, for her part, was equally shocked by the turn of events. She could feel Gary's presence within her, his consciousness intertwined with hers in a way that defied explanation.
The realization sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and a sudden, intense pang of arousal coursed through her body. It was as if her body was betraying her, craving the touch of the very person she had been trying to distance herself from.
For a split second, a stunned Penny felt a familiar needy pang of arousal, shortly followed by intense guilt. Little did she know, Gary could feel her brief arousal. It was a strange, new sensation for both of them, and they were still trying to make sense of it.
Gary, now a sentient vagina, felt every sensation that Penny's body experienced. He could feel her pulse quicken, her muscles clench, and her temperature rise. It was overwhelming, but also exhilarating. He could feel Penny's confusion and shock, but also her curiosity and intrigue.
It was a one sided connection, although she could hear his thoughts when he tried to communicate with her, it seemed she was unaware of how much of his mind was being dominated by her reproductive organs. Even when he tried to concentrate, he couldn't tell where his wants and desires ended and Penny's Pussy's began.
But then Gary felt the alien yet all too familiar building sensation that Penny had been complaining about before the spell. Penny needed to pee, meaning Gary needed to pee. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling, and one that he couldn't ignore.
Penny, on the other hand, was mortified. She couldn't believe what was happening, and she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that Gary was now a part of her body.
"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I'm so sorry, Gary. I didn't mean for this to happen."
Gary, or rather, what used to be Gary, could feel the apology resonating through Penny's body. He could feel the way her muscles relaxed, the way her heartbeat slowed down, and the way her breathing became more even. It was a strange, new sensation, but also a comforting one.
"It's not your fault, Penny," he stammered trying not to sound as scared as he really was, but it came out as a muffled moan, his voice distorted by the new form he had taken. "I'm just... I'm just trying to understand what's happening."
Penny nodded, biting her lip. "I know," she said. "I'm sorry. I really need to... you know..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Gary, now a sentient vagina, could feel the shame and regret radiating from her. He had never felt so helpless before, unable to do anything but feel her every emotion.
"I'm sorry, Gary," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "I know it's not fair, but I really need to use the restroom."
Gary, or rather, what used to be Gary, could feel the urgency in her voice. It was an alien sensation, but one that he couldn't ignore. He could feel the pressure building, the need to release, and he knew that she was going to go whether he liked it or not.
"I know, and it scares me," he replied, his voice muffled by the new form he had taken. "But... but it's... it's a bit... different now."
Penny looked down at her lap, her eyes wide with horror as she realized what he meant.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The thought of peeing while Gary was trapped in her body was unbearable, but she didn't have much of a choice. She bit her lip, trying to hold it in, but the pressure was building, and soon, she wouldn't be able to resist.
Penny looked around, desperate for a way out. She couldn't just get up and leave in the middle of the movie, not without causing a scene. And she certainly couldn't ask Gary to leave, not in his current state.
She glanced down at her lap, where Gary now resided. She could feel his presence there, faint but unmistakable. It was strange, having him so close to her, yet so far away. She reflected on how she would miss their friendship, their banter, their easy camaraderie. And now, all of that was gone, replaced by this bizarre and uncomfortable situation.
But she couldn't dwell on that now. She had to focus on the task at hand. She had to find a way to relieve herself without causing too much damage.
She glanced around the cinema again, her eyes scanning the rows of seats, the walls, the floor.
And then she saw it - an aisle leading towards the exit. It was her chance.
"I'm sorry, Gary," she whispered again, before slipping out of her seat, trying to be as discreet as possible.
But then, the panic set in. As Penny made her way towards the exit, Gary could feel the familiar sensation building up within him. He could feel the pressure building, the need to release, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before Penny gave in to it.
Gary, now a sentient vagina, felt the fear and panic starting to take over him. He was terrified of what was happening to him, but more so, he was scared of what it meant. To be forever trapped in Penny's body, to be reduced to nothing more than a reproductive organ, it was a fate worse than death.
As the minutes passed, Gary could feel the urine building up inside him, threatening to spill over. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak. He could feel Penny's emotions washing over him, her desperation, her embarrassment, but most of all, her fear. It was a confusing and overwhelming sensation, one that he had never experienced before. Penny shuffled along, her movements jerky and hesitant. Each uneasy step threatened Gary, with losing control, and pissing down his new owner's thighs. Gary could feel her frantic thoughts, her desperation to find a restroom, her fear of being caught.
"Just hold it in," Gary pleaded, his voice muffled, "I can't... I can't handle it."
But Penny couldn't hold it in anymore. She felt a small burst if liquid shoot from her waist, the warm liquid squirting out like a grape that had been stepped on, soaking the front of her panties but thankfully not ruining her skirt. The relief was immediate, but so was the embarrassment. Penny used all the strength she had to squeeze down, preventing further leakage as she quickened her pace and made her way to the restroom, her face flushed with guilt and shame.
Once inside the safety of the restroom stall, Penny let out a sigh of relief.