The next morning, Thomas does something stupid

Thomas woke up the next morning to the sudden urgent need of his bladder.

It was Sunday, so he’d turned off his alarm and had actually been awake until the early hours just watching Bianca and Pamela in their rooms.

He woke up late in the morning and alone; it had been an irritation that, for the second night in a row, Pamela had chosen not to sleep with him. But he could tell something was wrong somewhere with her, he'd assumed she was still reeling from the conversations they’d had about the changes they’d made. He had no idea the girl was worried that she now knew her own body less than anyone else did.

He’d found it particularly entertaining watching her that night though, as Bianca had lay in bed, huddled in her sheets on one screen, Pamela had been going through stretch after stretch on the other, contorting her body into all sorts of erotic position. Thomas couldn’t help but fantasise that she was practising some new positions to try out with him.

Only once he was sure both girls were asleep, and weren’t going to be much entertainment any more, had he finally decided to go to sleep himself.

That meant he was the last to get up that morning, and that meant when he reached the bathroom, **** to relieve himself, he found the door locked and the distinctive feminine moans of one of the girls milking themselves coming from inside.

“Hey, I need to pee!” He’d called through the door, knocking as he tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He was tired, half-awake and running on instinct. He just needed to pee!

He banged on the door again when he didn’t get a response, though the moans had stopped. Thomas was fed up with this, the girls always took hours in the bathrooms in the morning, 15 minutes of milking, half an hour shower, 20 more minutes of god knows what else… it was ridiculous…

“Y-y-ou can wait Thomas!”

It was Bianca’s voice, moaning as she said it, breathless and obviously mid-milking. Her voice trembled as she spat the words venomously through the door, just the sound of the struggle in her voice would’ve given Thomas an erection if he wasn’t so ****.

“No I can’t, open up right now!” He yelled, beating on the door.

He had no idea that Bianca was literally grabbing at the walls inside the bathroom just to keep herself from doing what he said, unlocking the door and letting him in… it would be so easy… maybe he’d fuck her… No! She had to resist...

Pamela emerged from her room at the commotion, leaning round the doorframe, her bare breasts exposed to Thomas’ always wandering gaze. “She’ll be a while hun, she just started and you know how full B gets… can you wait?”

Thomas growled in frustration, he didn’t have time for this. Not bothering to answer, he turned and headed back down the hall and then towards the attic stairs, if Bianca wasn’t going to get herself out of his way then he’d just put a stop to this problem himself.

He stomped up to the World Processor, tired, irritable and with one stupid need on his mind, he typed,

0008: Women don’t use the bathroom

The cursor blinked, there was a flash, and Thomas stood up and stomped back downstairs. When he reached the hall, just as he’d expected, the bathroom door was now open and Bianca was nowhere to be seen. Just where she was he didn’t care, all Thomas cared about was that this door wasn’t locked anymore.

He stepped into the bathroom, closed and locked the door and then relieved himself with a satisfied sigh. Stretching and yawning and trying to wake himself up as the room echoed with the sound of him peeing.

He glanced over to the side and then looked again when he saw the white porcelain milking tray, a feature of all co-ed bathrooms he’d ever been in, was missing. In it's place was... a urinal? Something he was so used to seeing in public restrooms, now in their home bathroom? There wasn’t even the sort of cupboard he’d expect for the girls milk containers, or their bottles upon bottles of toiletries.

Hang on…

Thomas flushed and stepped back tentatively. Now growing more awake, he tried to remember the exact wording of what he’d just done, and then tried to fathom the consequences…