Clove parted his fingers from his lips with a pop and reintroduced them between his legs, running them over the strange mound to the place where his cock had gone to hide.He rubbed over the slit, feeling the head of his own shrunken member begin to protrude, when the reality of the situation caught up with him.
He had beenmutilated.He should be furious!Disgusted!
If only the mutilation didn’t feel so good…
No!
Clove wrenched his own fingers from his body and slid back into the water, where temptation would not be as great.He could not allow himself this distraction, nor could he allow himself toenjoywhat had happened to him.He had to stay angry.What had been done to him was repulsive!
But try as he might, he couldn’t quite wrestle his mind in that direction.
He tried, and tried fiercely, yet his fingers, unable to resist, continued to explore this strange new territory between his legs.
After coming, both cock and cowl had reduced somewhat.He could more easily draw back the sheath, allowing his contracted cock to poke meekly out into the warm water.He followed its length down to the root, a shiver gliding down his spine at the sensation, and went on.
Over the meeting point of his thighs.
Past his altered sex.
To the smooth valley between his legs.
But the smooth valley was gone.
Instead, his fingers encountered something strange.
It was… almost like a mouth.He could discern the barest hint of something like lips.Two extremely soft lips which came together, their meeting point forming a gentle closure over something more.
He very slowly, very cautiously—dread and excitement rising both together again—parted the lips with one fingertip and probed lightly.
Experiencing no barrier, he pressed on with his finger and found that there was not a barrier, but flesh which parted.
A throat beyond the strange new mouth.
Of course, Clove was no fool.He knew it was no mouth.No lips.No throat.
A loud bell of horror rang through him.A wave of rage crashed in his belly.He gritted his teeth in fury.
He understood now what had been done to him.
Clove was as male as he had ever been and would never be anything but, yet now he was distorted.Made fertile.Transfigured in such a way as to best accommodate a man’s cock.
Yet he did not shrink back from the touch.He did not climb out of the pool and run back to his clothes.
He pushed inward with his finger, questing further, enraged, yet enthralled.
The interior of this new hole was slick, the ‘throat’ even more so, and it swallowed his finger with hungry ease… and took Clove’s second finger just as greedily.
With those two fingers, Clove began to explore himself, sinking in and out of the slippery, grasping squeeze.
He couldfeelit.
Not just on his fingers, but from the inside.
The ‘mouth’ washis, the ‘throat’ washis, and the whole passage throbbed with a pleasure that rivaled his strange new cock and cowl.
All these new parts of him should have been terrifying, overwhelming… yet he found he knew exactly what they wanted.
And he wanted it, too.
