Get back home and strip straight away.

The moment I get back to the apartment with my groceries, I've only one thing in mind. So I immediately leave the bags on the floor, take my shoes off and pull down my tracksuit pants. Then yet again, I'm faced with the unique view of Devon's private parts. And I say unique because there is no way this ridiculously oversized tool is anything but an anomaly.

I stare right at it with furrowed eyebrows.
I'm not sure how long will it take, but I'm determined to eventually get used to this thick black sausage that is now hanging from my crotch instead of the tiny wrinkled appendage I've been stuck with most of my life. I just want to stop getting flustered every time I feel or look at this thing. But I know very well that the only solution against these feelings, the uneasiness, the discomfort, the envy... is to give myself some time.

"Now! Where were we...?" I say after I snap out of it. Then I immediately crouch and start unpacking all the male underpants I've bought. For some reason, I'm feeling quite nervous and looking forward to it. Almost like a kid when he's about to open his christmas presents.

I start trying them out one by one. Most of them fit me fairly well, but that's only if we talk about waist size. The real issue is finding one with a pouch big enough to fit my host's massive balls and elastic enough to keep his long dick inside the fabric.

At the end, I throw away most of what I bought and put on the briefs I liked the most, struggling for a while until I finally manage to place this cumbersome manhood in a position that doesn't feel too uncomfortable.

"(sigh)... This still feels so damn weird." I say in a defeated tone.

I really can't stretch enough how unnatural it feels to have my own dick stuck this way around my waist, with the warm tip firmly pressed over my hip bone, skin to skin. It's almost like I'm wearing it as a belt.

But at least it is not hanging down anymore, or constantly bumping against my legs like some kind of meat pendulum. For the first time in hours, I feel like I can walk somehow comfortably.

"I guess this is still an improvement." I say with a smile. Then I put on the same tracksuit pants I was wearing.
Even though these are several sizes too big for Devon's body, I kinda like the cozy feeling of the loose fabric over his skin.

For the next few hours, I keep myself busy with household chores. They keep me focused, plus the physical work helps me become a bit more comfortable while moving my new limbs. With a tea, some snacks, a nice background music and the sheer power of novelty that comes from possessing a completely different body, the housework ends up becoming a gratifying experience.

I'm still far from being comfortable in my new black skin though. But it's a start.

When I finally finish the chores, it's almost midnight, and I'm starving. So I decide to grab my phone and order some pizza.
In any normal Sunday, I'd go to bed straight away in order to wake up early for work. But I don't have to do that anymore, do I?
The thought of never going back to that cursed office makes me smile so much my cheeks hurt.

No more harrassment, no more cretins, no more licking boots, no more hidden agendas, no more looks of contempt.

I have butterflies in my stomach and feel like jumping and laughing.

Happiness. This is definitely what happiness is like.

...And that happiness makes my new body react.

"Wait, what?" I suddenly gasp in surprise and look down at my groin, where a tent is forming at a steady pace. I feel the frightening pressure pushing the cloth, adding weight and consistency to an appendage that, by all means and logic, should stay down after those 4 orgasms I had before. So why is it getting hard again? Is it because of my own cheerfulness?

"Are you a person or a dog?" I mutter in irritation, addressing the owner of this body even though he can't hear me.

I take a look at the timer. The food deliveryman should be arriving in 25 minutes...

"So... 25 minutes... huh?"

I hesitate for a moment. But then I slowly slid a hand under the waistband and carefully close it around the engorged base of this unwieldy black cock I now possess. Then I close my eyes and swallow saliva. Despite my insecurity and distaste, I still find myself basking in the warmth and firmness of my new private parts.
25 minutes should be plenty enough.

I clench my grip and start moving my hand up and down, just a little. But even that tiny movement is enough to make me shiver in pleasure.

Ahh... I can feel the precum oozing out. I should take off my new briefs before they get too dirty.

23 minutes later, I step out from my apartment with a very refreshed expression.
I'm going to need to buy a few extra tissues, I think... At this pace, I'll be using all the ones I have in no time. And I can blame no one but this body's ridiculous libido.

"Let's go meet the deliveryman, shall we? ...Huh?" I stop in my tracks and look to my right. I notice...