Nope. Head to the Kitchen.

As you orgasm fades, you glance at the door and see that you managed to get lucky, it appears no one heard you. Getting up you rub your ass which was sore from your fall. Standing you straighten your clothes, as you check yourself in the mirror your eyes fall upon the toothbrush on the floor. Going over and picking it up, you stare down at it as you feel the much lessened aching in your pussy.

It was much easier to think now that you pussy had been somewhat satisfied, however, that got you thinking about how good it had felt and how it would have been so much better if it was thicker and maybe a bit longer. As your thoughts continued you noticed the itch in your pussy begin to increase. Quickly, thinking about something else you began mentally listing off the elements of the periodic table to distract you trying to think of all their unique properties as you did so.

After a moment the itch stopped increasing but didn't subside in the least. Hardening your resolve you turn your mind to how to fix the machine and get your old body back. At that moment, however, a rumble comes from your stomach. Feeling the gnawing hunger in your belly the first thing you decide to do is to get something to eat, afterwards you can go to the machine and figure out exactly what happened. Nodding to yourself you move to the door as you reach for it you find that you still have the toothbrush, glistening with your juices, in one hand.