A vibrator

The dildo was gone from his pussy, and there was something new in his hand. In the afterglow of his orgasm, it took him a while to recognize the object as a small, pastel pink-coloured, egg-shaped object. It took him even longer to notice the wire and switch attached to it and realize what it actually was.

The idea of using the vibrator sounded great, expecially given how he was still feeling incredibly horny and needy. He knew his thought process was being clouded by the needs of his new body, especially given how he felt nowhere near satisfied, but the idea of playing around even more sounded fantastic, much more so than trying to figure out what happened to him.

Without even considering it any longer, he started to rub himself in the same places as last time, his moans quickly filling the room as he used the knowledge he gained before about his sensitive spots to make it even better. He idly wondered how to use the vibrator but decided he would figure it out as he went along.

With that in mind, he realized from last time that he would find it hard to stay standing like this, so he quickly found and got on a chair. Once he was sure he wouldn't fall, he eagerly opened his legs and get back to rubbing his pussy, his femenine moans music to his ears, blending with the waves of pleasure coursing through him to create something akin to a ****.

With everything going on, he simple took the vibrator, stuck it up against his clit and used his other hand to click the switch. The effects were immediate as a loud, sultry moan left his lips, his face contorted into an expression of pure bliss and his mouth hanging open in an O-shape as the vibrator introduced him to a whole new league of pleasure, something fifteen or maybe even twenty times better than normal masturbation in his old body. In this state, it didn't take every long at all for him to reach the edge.

An even louder moan marked his first orgasm, his body shaking in the chair as the hand that was holding the vibrator in place was drenched by liquids. With the vibrator still on and touching his clit, this orgasm was soon followed by another, and another, in a chain of orgasms that comeplete redifined what pleasure was for James, his mind foggy and addled by bliss. It took him a long time to regain actual conciousness, and even longer to turn of the vibrator and slowly remove it, panting heavily as he finally felt somewhat relived.

Now that he could think clearly, he realized if he wanted to actually investigate, he would need some clothes. However, he was fairly certain he had nothing in his wardrobe that would actually fit his current body. Slowly recovering from the orgasm, he put all his thinking power into finding a solution to his current lack of clothes, when he was suddenly covered by a large amount of light.