"I need to pee." (bathroom scene)

My restlessness eventually settles down in a low insistent pressure, a physical feeling coming from this body's bladder.

"I... I think I have to pee." I say truthfully, lowering my hands to Devon's groin.

Meilyn raises her eyebrows in surprise and then says something I'd never expect her to say.

"Oh! Can I watch?"

I look at her, panfaced. My brain stopping for a brief moment like a car with a stalled engine.

"...What?" I ask, wondering if I heard wrong.

"I asked if I can watch you pee."

No, I didn't hear wrong. This girl really asked me if she can watch how I piss.

"...Why?" I ask, honestly perplexed.

"I don't know... I guess I'm just excited to see how you do your daily needs in such a, well, such a different body... And because it is kinda hot." She turns her beautiful face and shows me her sweetest smile. "Come on... can I?"

I can't help but laugh at her audacity, my earlier worries temporarily forgotten.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" I finally agree, unable to think of any good reason to deny such a reasonable request from the girl I like.

We both get up immediately, leaving a generous tip near the unfinished drinks, and walk straight to the bathroom. The girl behind the cafeteria counter completely ignores us, focused on her phone. And the other couple are in their own little bubble. Great.
Once we are inside the men's bathroom, I go straight to the urinals. But Meilyn calls me from behind.

"Wait, Mark! Could you turn yourself towards me and pose for a moment?"

"...huh?" I turn and see Meilyn with her phone out, clearly recording.

"Seriously?!" I ask in utter disbelief.

"I have to immortalize this." She says, smiling unapologetically.

"You don't have to immortalize nothin'!!" I exclaim with hands on hips, unsure if to be outraged or amused. "I'm just gonna take a leak!"

"Ohh? Was that a tinge of Black accent what I just heard?" Meilyn retorts, teasing me with her whole demeanor.

"That wasn-!" I immediately stop what I was about to say, not wanting to fall into her provocation. "...Look, I'm just going to do it, alright?" I say and turn to the urinal, choosing to ignore the girl.

She is not one to be ignored though.

"Wait, Mark!"

I stop. "(sigh)... what now?"

"Could you turn a little towards me right where you stand?" She asks while crouching right next to me. "I just want to get a good angle."

I sigh in annoyance yet again. But, for some reason, I end up doing exactly what she told me. Posing for 'the camera' with the urinal at my side.

I feel like an actor in some kind of twisted display. And my costume: the flesh of a total stranger.
...Or can I still call Devon Williams a stranger? Can I, when I have his saliva in my mouth? When I can personally feel the skin of his groin rubbing against his balls? When my own mind, everything I am, is nestled inside his brain? In a weird, kinda disgusting way, we both may be the closest people to ever live.

Unaware of my inner thoughts, Meilyn smiles while aiming at my groin with the phone.

"From this angle, the bulge is really apparent." She mutters while moving her index and thumb over the screen, probably zooming in.

"Yeah, well..." I shift my weight, awkwardly. "There is a reason why I'm using these loose tracksuit pants." I explain. "But trying to hide this cumbersome thing from view is damn challenging."

"Yeah, no kidding." Meilyn says, looking at my face with an amused expression. "When we were walking on the street, I noticed at least 3 girls staring at your crotch."

"Wait, really?"

"...And one guy."

"Ah..."

I hadn't noticed.

"Well?! Are you gonna pee or not?" Meilyn suddenly asks, urging me.

I stare at her and her recording phone in amused exasperation.

"I don't know?! Can I, Ms. Director?! Can I proceed with the scene of pissing or do you need any more time to prepare? I don't know if we should, the illumination still seems a bit off!"

I expect her to respond to my sarcasm with some cheeky remark like the smartass she is. But instead, she simply stares at me and sticks out her tongue like an annoying child.
This little-
I puff the air off my lungs as I undo the waistband knot, already thinking on ways to teach her a lesson. 'Yeah, so you're walking weird, huh? Better get used to it because after tonight you'll end up walking like a crab for the following week.'

I grab my waistband and insert a hand inside, my fingers closing over the hairy base of my borrowed dick. Then I pause for a moment, swallowing saliva. Even after all we've been through, the touch of Devon's cock still makes me flinch, a faint ghost limb syndrome still present in a 39 year old mind that expected to find something way smaller than this thick warm beast. This subconscious reaction is followed by a confusing mixture of self-satisfaction, inadequacy and shame momentarily filling my thoughts. A by-product of what I was, and what I've become.

I release the air from my lungs and glance at my side, from where Meilyn is recording every little gesture I make.

"This... feels a bit embarrassing after all." I mutter, blood flushing my cheeks.

"Heheh. Oh Mark, I can't believe you're getting shy all of a sudden. You're just so cute in times like these."

"Shut up, you big pervert." I say as I finally take out Devon's soft cock and immediately let it go, allowing the long and heavy piece of black meat to rest over the waistband, offering a perfect view to my enthusiastic partner.

Meilyn lets out a nervous but excited chuckle, like a passionate zoologist who just witnessed the rare occasion when her favourite animal comes out of its burrow. The girl has her eyes glued to the phone screen, and only averts her gaze sometimes to look upon the real thing, whose natural scent I can already perceive from up here.
I honestly don't get Meilyn's reaction, nor her anticipation. Hasn't she had plenty of 'this' the night before? I thought she'd be used to the sight of my borrowed dick by now.

I swallow saliva.
But then again, who am I to talk? Not even I am completely used to it yet; and I've been feeling its presence and experiencing its touch 24/7 for the past few days.

"Hey... Mark." Meilyn hesitates for a moment. "I'm not a dude, so it's not like I really understand, but..." She points a finger to Devon's exposed cock, an avid curiosity filling her voice. "Does it feel weird to have this huge thing in your pants? Don't you feel uncomfortable when you, uh... walk or... run?"

"Yes and very much yes." I respond with sincerity.

"And how does it feel compared to... well, to your 'original one'?" She asks again with a tinge of amusement.

There is something in her tone, in the way she lifts the corners of her lips while asking that that feels a bit insulting; almost as if she suspects how little and inadequate I was in my original body and is making fun of me now that I received this obvious and massive upgrade.

"I don't know. How would you feel if you suddenly grew a big pair of breasts?"

She immediately looks at me in a way that makes my skin grow cold. Oops, I shouldn't have said that.

"A-Anyway!" I quickly say, grabbing my dick and gesturing to the phone. "Th-This is not the time and place for an interview. What if somebody comes in and sees you inside the men's restroom while recording me with your phone?"

"Alright, alright," Meilyn agrees, glancing at the door but still pouting. "Then go for it, you big dummie."

I sigh, then carefully pull back the dark foreskin, uncovering the brownish pink glans.

"Why do you do that?" Meilyn asks while pointing at the tip, both her expression and tone back to that avid almost innocent curiosity.

"Uh... So the pee comes out clean and I don't make a mess?" I say, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I see!" She quietly exclaims in realization.

I can't help but chuckle, finding her reactions quite cute. Do women really not know these things? Or is it just her?

With my attention back to the urinal, I grab Devon's dick by the middle, holding its bulk and weight over my open hand. Then I relax my lower belly and, in just a few seconds, I have a steady and almost transparent stream sprouting from the tip and hitting the porcelain.

"Woah..." Meilyn murmurs with fascination written all over her beautiful face, then leans forward a little, getting her phone closer.

I sigh in satisfaction, feeling the slight thrum of the warm liquid running through Devon's long urethra. There is so much transgression in everything I do in this body. But after having crossed every boundary and destroyed every bit of Devon's former privacy, the simple but very necessary act of pissing feels almost wholesome. Not ****, not unwelcomed, but still very intimate, a deep communion between me and the black man whose body I'm possessing.

As the stream recedes and I feel the emptiness and relief, I contract the pelvic floor muscles, making my borrowed cock twitch a few times, releasing the last drops. Then, with my hand down the base, I squeeze forward and shake the long heavy meat a few times to finish the inner cleanup.
But when I notice Meilyn's excited expression, her eyes glued to the screen, I display a smug smile and make a show of wiggling my amazing black dick over the waistband, making it jump up and down like a sausage on a small trampolin.

She bursts out in laughter and calls me a 'an annoying show-off'.

"Yeah, well," I smile as I'm about to tuck my meat back in my pants. "show's over."

"Wait!" Meilyn suddenly exclaims, putting the phone apart and reaching out to my crotch.

"M-Mei?!" I yelp as she grabs my cock by surprise.

"You're not entirely clean, are you?" She smiles at me, a deep blush coloring her cheeks.

"W-What are you-"

But before I can say anything else, she surprises me by gobbling up my dick by the tip. I just peed and it's still dirty there; but Meilyn doesn't seem to care. And I can immediately feel her soft tongue invading the space between my foreskin and glans.
This is so sudden and unexpected! Am I hallucinating?"

"Auuuugh...!"

It... feels too damn good to be an hallucination!
Devon's massive cock is already twitching and growing between Meilyn's hands, filling her mouth to the point that she'll need to spit it soon once the thickness becomes too much.

"Ahhh... oh god...!"

"Mmmmpfh... schlllllph... uhmmph...." Meilyn keeps making obscene wet sounds as she wobbles her head up and down, her bright green eyes sometimes making contact with mine.

"Haahh... Uugghh...." I take back all my bad thoughts from before. Meilyn, you're the best, the most beautiful creature. You're an angel in human form, the most precious, the smartest, the-

Meilyn suddenly stops and slowly sepparates her wet lips from the completely swollen tip, a long string of saliva still connecting it to her mouth. She licks her lips, taking a moment to look upon the massive dark obelisk sprouting from my groin, already throbbing, hard as it can be.

"Very well, show's over." She says as she stands up, paraphrasing my words.

"...Huh?" I stare at her like a fool, my eyes darting from my hard throbbing cock to her smug face and back to my cock. "...w-what? But..."

But Meilyn is already turning to leave the bathroom.

"I'll be waiting for you outside. Don't take too long, okay?"

'Wait, are you serious?!' I gulp down and then voice my thoughts: "H-Hey! I-Is that for real? A-Are you just going to l-leave me like this?!"

I shuffle my weight from leg to leg, suddenly uncomfortable as the air cools down the saliva covering Devon's sensitive glans.

Meilyn stops for a moment, observing my throbbing crotch with a thoughtful face, cheeks blushing and a half-closed knuckle covering her mouth. But when she looks back to my eyes, her cheeky expression is back in full ****.

"Marky, you need to learn not to make fun of my breasts. I'm very self-conscious of them, you know?"

And as she says that, she turns and disappears through the door, leaving me stunned, my jaw hanging open.

And after a few seconds the door closes behind her with a quiet thud.

"........"

'That petty bitch!! Angel my ass! You're a goddamn demon!'

After a full 20 seconds of pathetic huffing and puffing, I burst out in laughter, unable to stay mad for long. She totally got me. That's what I get for not being more careful with my words.

"Now... what the hell do I do with this?" I mutter, looking down to Devon's erection while scratching his kinky hair. There is no way I can go out while hiding this outrageous thing from the public unless I walk with a bag pressed against my belly.