Eye of the Beholder Ch. 02

I fell to the ground in shock and scrambled away from the puddle of piss. What the fuck did those people do to me?!

I struggled to decide whether to wake Bri or not. Thankfully, she was still asleep.

I kicked my soaked pants off and popped the trunk to look for any coverings. The only thing I had was an old high school sweatshirt. It was stained and stretched but when I pulled it on it was enough to where I could put my hands in the front pocket and push it down, covering at least my front. I got back in the car, pulling the jacket down as far as I could. If I still had my dick it would have been visible, but my crotch was covered well enough.

I do not have the strength to even glance at it right now.

I glanced back at Bri, still in her bra and jeans. She was resting against the door, her legs stretched across the seat. She was using someone else's shirt as a makeshift blanket, a ripped t-shirt with a logo of a ship that said: "Tucker's Seafood". It looked familiar, but it was too distant a memory to recall.

I reached for the keys that I had thrown under the seat and tried the ignition. After three turns the engine sputtered to life and I thanked every God i could think of for my small stroke of luck. I heard Bri stir behind me and I prayed that she would sleep through the ride. With a quick glance I could see that she was still dead asleep against the door. At least I had something going for me.

I needed to get home before Adrian, my brother. We shared a house since his divorce, I mean who wants to move back in with mom and dad? He had a conference in Raleigh for the weekend and shouldn't be back until tonight. But I needed time to... explore? Research? Just time and space to figure out what the hell was going on with me.

I couldn't bring Bri back to her parents' like this, and not this early. By the time we got to my house on the other side of the city, showered and got dressed, I could probably take her back. Her parents just thought we were staying on the islands, my brother was ignorant to our weekend as well.

He wasn't the adventurous type.

We were in an old warehouse district outside of Wilmington. There wouldn't be much traffic at this time in the morning. Thank God. I felt like the whole world could see me shaking, could sense my emasculation. I shifted in my seat and felt a brushing between my thighs, it wasn't as heavy as my manhood had been, but the sensation gave me a small amount of hope. Maybe I was still tripping.

I need to get home.

I hit the highway and sped to my exit. I had done some landscaping at a few homes in the area, so I knew this portion of the highway well. We got to my house in 20 minutes.

I sat in the car, building up the courage to get out, bare ass, and face my neighbors. Hopefully, most were still asleep, but the early risers were about to get an eye full.

"Okay," I whispered to myself, "Get out...Come on dude." I took a deep breath and got out, ran around the car to Bri's door. Gently I pulled open the door, pushed my hand through the crack to hold her up and swung it open.

I scanned the other houses. Mr. Wright was out stretching in his driveway, preparing for his morning run. I ducked down, using my spare hand to hold the sweatshirt past my ass. I watched him through the back window until he had jogged out of sight.

I braced my knees and lifted her out of the car. She felt heavier than usual. I made a mental note not to mention that to her...

I shuffled to the door, muttering: "stayasleep, stayasleep, stayasleep..." While resting her shoulders on my own I could wiggle my keys into the hole and kicked the door open. After backing up to close the door, I laid her gently down on the couch and sat down to catch my breath.

She was sleeping so heavily I was worried if she would ever wake up. I guess she had a longer night than I had. Did she know what happened? Did anything happen? I need to get this stuff out of my system...

I rushed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I chugged a water. I threw together a sandwich and washed it down with the hot, black coffee. I looked down at my crotch, empty air between my legs, nothing peaking underneath the jacket.

Damn.

Time for a shower.

I strode towards my room, pausing at the doorway as I realized that I had to see myself naked.

I felt myself starting to panic. I had kept myself calm up until now because I gave myself a mission. I had to get home. Then I could panic. But now I am home. Now I am alone. What if it wasn't the drugs? What if it was real? What would I do? How do I get it to stop? How do I fix this? Can I fix it?

I breathed as deep and slow as I could, trying not to hyperventilate. Staring straight ahead, I yanked my old sweatshirt off over my head and marched to my bathroom.

The site in the mirror almost brought me to my knees.

The first thing I noticed was that my crotch was just as blank as I had felt earlier. Nothing but hair. I spread my legs to get a better view, holding my breath in preparation. Then I saw something swing down. It looked just like my dick, but it was sprouting from between a slit on my taint.

My changed dick was no longer eight inches, but maybe closer to four and not nearly as thick. I took my left hand to spread the slit, finding the base of my dick right at the front. With my right hand I pinched the appendage, but I was not prepared for the electric shock that made my knees buckle and the breath go out of me.

"Wow. What the fuck?" I threw my hands up. My dick never did that... This was getting too real. The possibility of this being a bad trip was decreasing by the second. A shower. I shook my head and rushed over to cut the water on. The heat would help clear my head, maybe relieve some panic.

I went back to the mirror on the wall while the water warmed. I touched my chest, distracting myself from my dick-- Clit? ... Click? Click.

I noticed that my usually thick body hair had thinned and shortened. My nipples were now more visible and larger than before. Brushing over them sent shivers strait down my spine. My click twitched much like my dick would have. Peaking down at it, I noticed the tip was dripping. Pre? Yeah.

"Huh. So, it still works." Well there is that.

As the mirror started to fog, I turned to get into the safety of the water. I caught a glance of myself from the side and paused. I looked softer. I am, or was a big guy, but I felt so much smaller now. Not height wise, but my ass, my arms, even my thighs just seemed thinner, softer, more... feminine.

"Christ." I traced my fingers over my ass. I kind of liked it. The curves. The smoothness.

After tearing my eyes away from myself, I stepped into the shower. I let the water wash over my shoulders, ridding me of the grime from the night before, burning through my anxiety. I washed myself slowly, not knowing what was next. I kept my back to the stream for fear of the water hitting my groin and sending me to the ground.

When I washed it, I did so lightly, but the light touches felt more like teasing. I moaned as I stroked the suds down my click. Maybe the water wouldn't be such a bad thing...

I kept my hand on my little click and reached up to take the shower head off its holder. When I lowered myself to the bottom of the shower, I found that the shower head only came down to waist level.

That would be fine if I were standing, but I didn't trust myself to stand nor did I want to add a concussion to my list of problems. So instead, I flipped the head to the strongest setting and aimed down. Unfortunately, that required me to use both hands, but it gave me a moment to adjust myself against the wall.

The water hit my click and my legs spasmed. The shock of the pleasure forced an unfamiliar, feminine moan out of me. I gripped the sprayer, fixing it on one spot as I moved my hips. I watched myself as I set a rhythm. I watched as my click swelled, as the water washed away the ever leaking pre off the tip.

I couldn't bring myself to touch it, it was so sensitive, and I didn't dare interrupt the water's stream. Instead, I reached between my legs, curious as to what had become of my taint. I was relieved to not find any other opening beside my asshole, but there was promise for one as deep as the slit was. It reached from my ass crack to around the base of my penis-clit.

Remembering my man from the night before and how he twirled his finger inside me, I mimicked his motions. With my legs spread out the sides of the bath, I reached father between my legs and tickled my asshole with my middle finger. Occasionally I would press on the puckered skin, loving the pop of my finger slipping inside.

The feeling was white hot, and I was forced to close my eyes as the aura of heat melted through me.

I felt the water cooling and I knew I didn't have much time before the hot water was used up. In a rush to avoid the shock of cold water, I slipped my full finger in, just out of reach of the good spot. I picked up the pace of my hips and I tried to ignore the squeaking of my skin on the tub.

My orgasm was just out of reach, but I was getting so close.

I lifted my legs more, angling myself better for my fingers and for the stream to stimulate my click. With the new angle, I could push my index finger in as well and I could finally feel that small marble of pleasure as I curled my fingers.

"Oh. Oh. Ahh. Uhhhhh. Mmmmmmm." I couldn't stop moaning, but in a vain attempt to not sound like a porno girl, I tried to grunt instead.

I could feel the aura pulsing against my skin. I lost my rhythm, getting sloppy the closer I got. My click was bouncing against my wrist from the force of my hips. My hand was aching from gripping the sprayer, so I switched to holding it upside-down. The new angle was even better. It was now spraying the underside of my click and when I moved my hips up and my fingers out at the same time, I could feel it spray my hole.

Three more sloppy thrusts and I came. I came out the tip of my click all over the shower curtain. My entire body jerked, sending it's own stream through the water and slapping against the curtain. Even after my click was done shooting, my body continued to pulse and tingle for a solid minute.

By the time the water turned cold, I finally had the strength and awareness to turn the water off. Usually after masturbating I was accompanied by shame as I realized what I had done, but I was far too pleasured and pleased to feel any shame. The idea of me having sex with a shower amused me and, honestly, kind of turned me on more.

I slowly positioned myself to my knees, still enjoying my post-orgasmic high, and I took in the scene I had created. The shower head still dangled and leaked. The curtain had been kicked to the middle from me spreading my legs so far.

Then there was the curtain in front of my face. From my nose down, cum oozed down towards the drain.

Still high off my own pleasure, I leaned forward and tasted my jizz. There was no way other to describe, it tasted sweet, almost like caramel. I closed my eyes and rolled my juice over and around my tongue and moaned. Without swallowing, I licked another, then another, until the curtain was only dripping with water and my saliva.

I swished the creamy juice around my mouth, licking my teeth to cover them, rolling my tongue and enjoying the salty-sweet taste of my own cream.

I kept it there, not daring to swallow. I'll enjoy it for as long as I can. I'll make more later, but I wanted my high to linger.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad trip after all.

I got out, dried, got dressed and marched out to the living room. I made sure to delicately tuck my click between my slit, it was too awkward to fit any other way, and the placement did little to prevent rubbing... Between that and the cum in my mouth, I couldn't focus. It was so naughty and delicious.

When I got to the end of the hallway and the couch was empty. I checked the kitchen and it was empty too. Maybe Bri was in Adrien's bathroom? I peaked into his room, across the hall from mine, and saw the bathroom light on. With one last swish in my mouth, I swallowed so I could talk to her.

"Bri? You good?"

"Umm, not really..."

"What's wrong?!" Fearing something happened to her too, I flew across the room and yanked the door open. She grabbed the door and held it to before I could see her.

"NO! Nono."

"Bri, what's wrong?"

"I'm not... I mean I..."

"Did you change?" She paused at that. "Brianna, did... did you find anything unusual... about your body this morning?" Still no answer. She either thought I was stupid or psychic, but that depends on whether I'm right.

The door swung open, and I saw what she was trying to hide. She was crying, tears trailing in black lines through her already smudged mascara. Her red curls were pulled tight on the back of her head, but she had rushed so a few locks of hair rested on her shoulders.

She was naked, clothes thrown around the bathroom. Her breasts were larger, and on the tip of her nipples dripped a white liquid that I could only call milk. Her usually thick legs were more toned and seemingly longer. But I couldn't focus enough to measure her up, instead my attention was given to what was between her legs.

Her groomed mound had thickened and hair grew around it, spreading to her thighs and lower abdomen. And poking out from the bush was the largest clit I have ever seen.

"They won't stop leaking," referring to her breasts. But I couldn't tear my eyes from her crotch. Her clit had grown large enough to rival my click, one might even say hers was a click as well. It was certainly thicker than mine, maybe just as long, if not longer.

After taking it in, I slowly lifted my eyes to hers. They were wide with fear, fear of her body, fear of my ridicule. But I only had one question.

"What happened last night?"