Yes, but only because she has other important things to take care of

Panting, Linda slid her original body off of her new body's cock, stepping carefully to avoid the splashes of cum that had gotten everywhere.

She was pretty sure that anyone else with a cock did not produce anywhere near that much.

Not only that, but her dick was still hard, as if she had no refractory period, and a drop of cum was beading at the tip. Plus she didn't have clothes to fit her new body, which meant she'd have to go about naked, which meant looking at her incredibly attractive new body in the buff, which only aroused her further, which meant...

Thankfully, Linda still had a few condoms left over. She wouldn't trust them for penetrative sex, but she carefully slid one onto her dick so that she could continue to leak jizz into it while she cleaned up and researched her condition.

Which was a wise precaution, as it turned out, because mostly what she found was a bunch of fictional stories, mostly erotic, and badly produced porn videos about people who'd found themselves suddenly having more than one body. She saw one about a guy who took over other bodies through parasite-ridden slime, another about consciousness transfer, a few where the new bodies were simply spontaneously generated by some unexplained mechanism, and even one about a woman who inadvertently started gaining a new body every time she woke up, each one larger than the last.

Linda was content with two, though. She'd already have to go shopping for clothes for her new body, which would take a bite out of her bank account, especially given that she was going to need large bras and the tailoring for her pants would probably draw some eyes, unless she wanted to risk skirts and taping her new shaft to her leg or something. That just sounded uncomfortable.

She definitely didn't like the idea of finding herself with bodies that she'd find it even more difficult to take outside her apartment, like a taur, or a lamia, an angel, a kitsune, or any number of other fictional beings she'd found in those hivemind stories. Maybe an elf would be OK; she could hide the ears under a clever haircut, after all.

It had been a while since she'd had to measure herself, or her ex, for clothes, so once she'd cleaned up the mess she'd made she looked that up and made sure to jot down all the necessary figures. She quickly dressed and left for a clothing store in her original body, verifying that she still had full awareness of and between each body even as they became more distant.

Traffic, unfortunately, was heavier than she'd expected, which made things more difficult for her because she was both finding herself getting quite horny from having her new, much more sensitive body still buck naked in her apartment, its cock, and both her pussies, throbbing with a need for release yet again. It didn't help that with the addition of a dick had evidently come a shift in her sexual preferences; she'd mostly been interested in men before, but now whenever she saw someone attractive, of whatever gender, she was thinking about getting her pussy on their face and her cock in a hole.

The condom was slowly but surely filling up from how much she was dripping into it.

It took half an hour of stop-start driving to get to the clothing store she preferred, and another five after that to find parking. Sighing at the exorbitant price, she paid for just half an hour of time--after all, she wasn't going to be trying anything on--and quickly walked into the store.

"Hi, Linda!" the attendant on duty said. She was a regular there, though often only to browse the latest fashions.

"Hey, Chelsea," she replied. Her cock throbbed as she took in the employee's generous figure, and she mentally berated herself to focus on the task at hand, which was decidedly not figuring out how to get the hot woman in front of her in bed and proceeding to spurt ropes of cum into her pussy.

"Looking for anything in particular, or just browsing as usual?" Chelsea asked with a light chuckle.

"Actually, I was hoping you had some clothes fitting these measurements," Linda said, pulling up the list she'd made on her phone. Chelsea quickly scanned it.

"Not your sizes, and men's pants?" She shrugged. "Found two people or something?"

"Or something. Gifts, so I won't be trying them on here, of course, not that they'd fit me."

"I'd be concerned if they did. People don't just grow like that overnight," Chelsea said, leading her over first to the large shirts. Linda quickly picked out a pack of ones she figured would fit after cross-referencing the details back at her apartment.

"For bras, that's definitely on the large side of what we've got, but we do carry some," the attendant went on. The ones she showed Linda were clearly more built for support than looking good, though she also picked out some lacy lingerie in her new body's size.

Chelsea walked to the other side of the store, and Linda followed her. "I know you came in here with your ex back when you were still together"--Linda nodded; the divorce hadn't been acrimonious or anything, they just decided that it was best for them to go their separate ways--"but he always got his own clothes, so I'm not sure you ever really looked at this side."

"No," Linda affirmed, shaking her head. "But now I've got a reason to, so let's see what's there."

The boxer shorts were easily enough found, the proper size quickly determined after some rapid mental communication between Linda's two bodies.

"Pants are always a bit finicky," Chelsea said. "Get a lot of returns on gifts if they don't fit just right, but these fit the size you gave me and are in various styles of waist, pockets, leg slimness, and such."

When Linda took the pile from Chelsea, their hands brushed lightly, and Linda had to rapidly adjust to catch the other woman as she grew visibly faint.