Questions. Questions that need answering.

Jason entered the store again to get back to work. As much work as he could get done without getting called out, because he was wracking his brain with what was going on around him.

A few minutes after he got back, Jason paused as he suddenly saw something he never had seen in the flesh. A towering creature walked down the aisles, seven foot tall. He could only see the head above the shelves to begin with, but that was enough to recognize this was a lipsnout.

It wasn't Hideko, though. The hair was shorter and had a dirty blonde tinge to it. As the lipsnout came into full view, Jason could see they were wearing yoga pants and a crop top. The top had plenty of cleavage and cloth, necessary to cover the gravity-defying water-melon sized jugs poking off the lipsnout's chest, palm sizes aerolas and pliable thumb-sized nipples rubbing against the thin cotton fabric.

The yoga pants were struggling a bit keeping the foot-and-a-half semi-erect cock and lemon-sized balls in their place, but they seemed to be built of sturdy and stretchy materials, bespoke for the job of keeping a lipsnout body decent in public.

The lipsnout caught Jason's gaze as he looked up, realizing he'd been staring at her crotch a little too long, causing him to blush and look away for a moment. She smiled in that way lipsnouts smile, the trunk shrinking slightly as the lips pulled the supporting flesh up into an all too human smile, three times the size of any normal human mouth.

She moved over to Jason, carrying a plastic bag with what looked like clothes. "Hi there... Jason," she said in her husky voice as she stopped a few inches within his personal space, her tits almost poking out his eyes and making him lean a bit back to see hers. "Thanks for the help earlier... I'll tell my friends you've got great service in here," she said as she placed a feminine but massive hand on his shoulder, glancing down at his crotch as she let her slithering tongue wet her lips.

"Erm... No problem, I guess?" Jason answered as he began wondering, who the hell was this person? Glancing down into her plastic bag, he realized... those clothes look awfully familiar to what the idiot half an hour back had been wearing.

"I was wondering if you know of any local clothing stores for, guh, I guess for people like me? I forgot to ask Hideko, though she was nice enough to give me a spare outfit," the lipsnout said as she caressed one of her breasts to accentuate her clothing, distractedly circling her nipple with a finger for a moment.

Jason didn't know what to say... but something popped into his mind to help him out. "Erm, I think 'Lisa's' in the local mall does have quite the assortment, seeing how she's... like you and Hideko," Jason replied.

"Oh thank you very much," the lipsnout replied happily, then she pulled a pen out of Jason's shirt pocket along with a small paper pad he kept there for notekeeping. "Here's my number if there's anything I can help you with, as thanks for today," she said as she wrote her name and number on the pad before putting them back into his pocket. Jason didn't have time to abort the hug that immediately followed, his face smothered between her soft tits, the skin smelled faintly of sweat and sex and wet tissues. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let one slide down to give his butt a small squeeze, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of her dick throbbing against his as she put one foot between his. Jason blushed as he felt his own newly enchanted dick throb back.

She let her nuzzle warm the nook of his neck for a moment while hugging him before disengaging. "Mhah. You're quite the stud yourself Jason," she crooned as she stepped back, using her thighs to slip her own slightly awakened dick back down along her leg trouser. "I better get going while I'm well spent, I only got one change of clothes that fit me now," she said as she begun walking towards the exit. "Tell Hideko she's great!"

"Erm, sure... have a nice day..." Jason muttered as she departed. The douchebag had somehow been mixed up in all of this madness as well...

"Huh, a fresh lipsnout?" Bradley said as he came by. "Not everyone goes for that anymore. Those who think they can avoid making it permanent have poor statistics if they are left to their own devices for too long. 80 percent fail and end up trunked up and incapable of getting work done."

"I don't think that guy was much of a workaholic to begin with," Jason added as he stood and watched the door, worried the creature might come back and drag him with her.

"Guy? She was a female presenting herm if I recall correctly, but I get what you're saying," Bradley said in that lecturing tone you get when you've said a bad word you're not supposed to use in public. "She looked like the sort of person who prefers to stuff their dick in chicks and do as little as possible in life," he continued.

Jason was confused again. Herms? Memories of a certain small percentage of humans having both reproductive organs began seeping into his mind. Where did it come from? Some... mad scientist, he seemed to recall. He really needed some time on the internet to figure things out.

"Oh well, back to work I guess, Hideko's already working on her next customer. This one is in the normal room though," Bradley said as he departed again.

"Wait, normal room?" Jason said after blinking for a few moments, turning around to look at Bradley.

"Yeah, the normal room," Bradley said with a shrug. "Remember the first and second rule of fight club while we're at work," he added with a warning finger as he disappeared down an aisle.

Jason began pondering once again... we do not talk about fight club. What the hell does that mean?