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Change Inc - Chapter Seventeen
🕑 Added 2020-12-22 16:48:48 +0000 UTCCarrying Rich as carefully as he could, Bill followed Juana to the restrooms. As they approached the pair of doors, Juana placed her hands upon her wide hips and furrowed her brow. “Hmm, apparently the men’s room is out of order,” she explained, “I’m sure nobody will mind us using the women’s room quickly.”
“Ermm,” Bill countered, “Are you sure that’s true? I’m not sure how welcome two men are going to be in the women’s restroom here.”
Turning for a moment to face Bill, Juana bent down to bring her gaze in line with his and placed her hand gently upon his cheek. Her enormous breasts wobbled to-and-fro just before his eyes as she bent forward to get onto his level. “You’re safe with me, Bill. I’d never let something happen to you,” Juana said as she stared deep into his eyes.
Juana’s sudden intensity left Bill at a slight loss for words, from this close her large, feminine form encapsulated most of his vision. He struggled to construct a response, her deep cleavage drawing his attention as he stuttered back, “T-Thank you, Juana. You’re so kind.”
She smiled warmly back at him, having noticed his wandering eyes but not wanting to give it away. “Well, let’s get him cleaned up. Shall we?” Juana said, allowing Bill to take the lead but following extremely close behind. Reaching over Bill’s head, she pushed the door open in front of him.
Bill felt as if he were entering another world as the bright lights of the women’s restroom beamed down from above, reflecting off marble tiled floors and neutral walls. It was a definite change from the carpeted interior of their workspace, and the state of the women’s toilets were much more up to standard than the men’s were.
Twelve cream coloured stalls sat in a row along the back wall, separated from a huge mirror by a long dividing wall spanning the length of the room. Sinks of polished stone sat in front of the wall, a place used by the women to tidy themselves up and chat. As Bill approached the sinks, he realised he wasn’t going to be able to wash his friend himself. Turning, he looked up at Juana, who was chuckling and waiting for Bill to hand him to her. “Here, let me wash him,” she said, her words soft and calming.
Reaching down, she pinched a corner of the handkerchief between her finger and thumb before slowly peeling it away from the tiny Rich. As the shivering man was exposed to the world, his eyes locked onto Juana’s and he screamed out. Terrified that he was about to be the toy of a different giant woman, Rich tugged desperately at his binds but, expectedly, they did not budge.
“Shh… Shhh… It’s okay,” she cooed, “I won’t hurt you, Rich.” Rich stopped struggling and lay there within Val’s dildo contraption, his wary, wide eyes never leaving Juana as she reached over to untie him. Bill held Rich up to her as she untied each arm and leg, the sound of his slowing, panicked breaths barely audible over the hum of the extractor fan above.
Finally free, Rich made no attempt to move as his body was so weak and pained. Gently, Juana reached down and lifted him up from the handkerchief. He cried out and moaned as she did. “I’m sorry, honey, it’ll be better soon,” Juana promised to Rich as she placed him on the countertop beside her sink.
Placing the plug in the bottom, she turned the hot tap on and allowed the water to begin filling the basin. She dipped her hand into the warm water, testing the temperature, before turning the tap off with only an inch of water having filled it. “There, perfect,” she said, as she slipped her hand beneath Rich’s tiny form.
Slowly, she lowered the battered and weak man into the warm water. Rich grimaced as the water in the sink touched his back, the uneven pressure uncomfortably on his stiff body initially. As Juana continued to lower her hand, eventually the tiny Rich began to float. She looked down at the tiny man - his eyes were shut and his breathing calm, he might have even been relaxed.
Was Juana really going to be nice to him? Rich wondered. The water had initially been an uncomfortable feeling, but it was really growing on him now as he lay so still. It was such a relief to have so much space and support around his battered body. His usually thumping heart slowed, the deep thump loud from the water in his ears.
As Juana looked down at Rich relaxing, she grinned and looked down at Bill, who couldn’t see over the countertop. “What? Is he okay?” Bill asked, still worried about his tiny friend.
“Yes, he’s fine. I think he might actually be enjoying just lying in the warm water.” Juana replied, turning to watch the cute, little guy. She asked Bill, “So, while we’re letting Rich soak a bit… we should get to know each other a little better.” Light conversation certainly felt like a good idea given the circumstances she thought. “We’ve seen each other a number of times now, at least enough to be on a first-name basis. But I hardly know anything about you.” Juana exclaimed.
“Eh… what would you like to know?” Bill nervously asked.
“Well, let’s start with the most important thing to us girls. Food!” She said with a slight chuckle. “So cutie, what’s your favorite food?” Juana asked.
Bill blushed at her passive compliment. Was she coming onto him?
“My favourite food?” Bill asked, “Hmm, I love Taco Bell. It’s affordable and really hits the spot. I used to save my tips and treat myself at least a couple times a week.”
Juana’s face lit up. “Mexican food?” she asked, looking smug. “If you like Taco Bell, then you will fall head over heels for some real, home-cooked Mexican,” she explained. Juana pondered for a moment, “In fact… How about I cook for you some time?”
Bill looked up at her, taken aback slightly by her proposal. “Like off the campus? Can I do that?” he whispered, growing slightly nervous and looking towards the stalls, worried someone might hear.
“Don’t worry about any of that, if I want to cook for you then I will cook for you,” Juana replied affirmatively.
Elated about his growing potential for freedom and relationship with Juana, Bill immediately responded, “Well in that case I’d love to, Juana!”
Juana beamed upon hearing that Bill was up for it. “Great! It’s a date!” she exclaimed, hearing the weight of the word she had just spoken. They looked at each other, trying to read any sort of body language as an indicator for how they felt. Each of them gave nothing more away than a hopeful smile.
As Juana turned to check how Rich was doing, Bill could feel a pressure building up inside of him. He was beginning to regret having drank so much water earlier, considering the men’s room was out of order.
Juana poured some soap into the sink, allowing the bubbles to grow as she washed the water back and forth. “Don’t worry, Rich. I’m just going to help you get clean a little bit, you can’t just lie there forever!” she said to the tiny man, giggling at him lounging in the warm water.
She couldn’t help but notice Bill was fidgeting a lot and pacing on the balls of his feet. Turning to look at him as she lapped water over Rich, she asked, “Are you okay, Bill? Do you need to go?”
Bill sighed, feeling a bit like a child in front of Juana, “Yes, I do have to go. But it’s okay! I can wait until later.”
“Well it doesn’t seem like you can wait until later,” Juana countered with a smug grin. She shrugged in the general direction of the stalls, “Just go in one of those, you may as well!”
Rich hesitated for a moment, considering this, waddling in place at the discomfort in his bladder. “Fine! Okay, yes I’m desperate!” he replied, stirring a giggle from Juana, who had gone back to washing Rich.
Rich was in heaven. He lay there blissfully as the warm, soapy water washed over his body. Every so often Juana would so gently rub the base of her thumbs across his body, washing away the vile film that coated his body. He was feeling cleansed, body and soul.
As Bill walked around the dividing wall and then entered one of the stalls, he allowed the door to swing shut behind him and reached up to pull the latch into the locked position. Satisfied he was safe, Bill climbed up onto the toilet that rose up as tall as he was, he struggled to keep his balance even as he placed a hand each on the walls either side of him.
Holding himself still, he became relatively stable and wasted no time in pulling his penis out from his pants and beginning to pee. The light trickle of his pee was nothing, as someone made their presence in a stall further along known, with a groan. Bill almost slipped as heard that there was someone else in here, had he said anything bad? He whispered when Juana had mentioned off campus…
His train of thought was cut short as the groan was followed up by a loud, bassy fart - only amplified by the bowl it had been pumped into from between what he assumed to be extremely large cheeks.
Suddenly, the door of the bathroom opened and another woman entered. Bill tried to focus on finishing his pee, growing dangerously close to not being able to from all the distractions. “Oh, hey Juana!” the familiar voice called out as the woman entered.
“Oh, hey Rosie!” Juana replied, smiling warmly at the girl who entered the room and quickly disappeared into one of the stalls. She hadn’t seemed to notice Rich in the sink as she entered the room and approached the stalls. Opening the door to the stall beside Bill, Rosie began to enter.
The woman a few stalls down from Bill either didn’t care that she had company or didn’t notice as she moaned once more, “Fuck!” Her voice sounded pained and weak, as if her bad stomach was a full body experience. A nightmarish sound soon followed, splatting into the bowl with a thick slap. It echoed throughout the room, ringing through the brains of all the unwilling victims to hear it. The woman moaned in relief, her breathing heavy and loud.
As Rosie entered the stall between the woman and Rich, she shut the door behind her and called out, “Is that you, Ange?”
“Yup. Hey Rosie!” Ange called back simply
“Good God, girl! What did you eat?” Rosie shouted over the stall wall. She held her nose, the smell almost completely intolerable. She wondered whether or not just to leave right away without peeing.
“Errrr… Nothing out of the ordinary really. Think it’s just all the coffee I’ve been drinking lately.” Ange replied, forcing a bassy fart out into the bowl as she did.
Bill had held his breath for quite some time since Ange had begun to unleash hell in one of the toilets. He shook his limp penis lightly, allowing the drips of pee to splash down into the bowl before reaching to flush it. He felt as if he could feel the air growing thicker as each second passed in such close proximity to Ange relieving herself. Be that the case or not, he was eager to get out of there regardless.
As he climbed down from the bowl, he stumbled slightly in the small space in the stall. Looking at the floor, he noticed a tiny, three inch man scurry out from beneath the stall wall separating himself and Rosie. He heard the hiss of Rosie’s stream begin as she idly relieved herself just next door, having seemingly not noticed the tiny man pass through her stall. Crouching down to get a better look at the minuscule being, Bill recognised him. It was Reece.
