I get up in a unique way.

"Hmmmnnrmmhh..."

I open my eyes a little bit, blinking slowly and feeling kinda disoriented... I notice a very unfamiliar smell coming from somewhere...
Then I realize something and completely open my eyes. Did I oversleep?! I immediately sit up and look around, at my room.
No, wait... Today is Sunday. So I don't have to go to work...

"Hahh..." I sigh in relief while I let myself fall back down over the pillow and cover my eyes with my right forearm. I almost want to go back to sleep, but for some reason my body feels kinda weird; not to mention that this is definitely not my pajama what I'm wearing. I nonchalantly touch this unfamiliar clothing with my left hand. So I fell asleep without taking off my clothes, huh? That's not good... I really drank too much last night.

I decide that I should start my daily routine. So I sit back up and widely stretch my arms and back, hearing a few cracks that provide me with a wave of immediate relief.
Woah! What was that?! My back never cracks like that when I stretch it myself. Also, seriously, what is that smell?!

I scratch my head in confusion, but instead of feeling the usual smooth surface of my balding head, I get an unfamiliar gruffy feeling.

"Wha the-..." I mutter, then touch the top of my head with my open hand. This... is definitely hair! But why do I have so much hair? And why does it feel so thick and spongy? It's like I have little tiny ropes attached to the top of my head!

By now, I'm almost fully awake, and I'm starting to remember tiny bits of what really happened last night.

"..."

I need a mirror. Right. Now.

I jolt forward and rush to my bathroom. Then, the moment I turn on the light and look at the mirror... I immediately remember everything.

"...Mother.... fucker..." I swear while a shudder curses through my body. Though this really isn't my body. There is just no way I can relate myself to this strange black man who just appeared in front of me instead of my usual reflection.

"So th-th-that wasn't a dream?! I shit you not, there is no way that really happened!" I exclaim in denial.

But at this point I'm just throwing a short temper tantrum, and I have no other option than to accept my new reality. Yes, I have possessed the body of the black dude known as Devon Williams. I'm completely controlling it and feeling his body as it was my own.

I lean forward and look at my new face for the first time since I was being robbed last night. This is crazy... my nose is so wide, and my lips are straight up huge!
I keep feeling my new features with Devon's hands for a long while until I reach my conclussion.

"Well, pal..." I say to Devon's reflection. "You ain't gonna win any beauty pageant, but at least you're not butt-ugly."

Then I remember something that's been bothering me right from the start.

"Ugh... that smell..."

I look down, pull the hoodie's collar and take a long wiff. I can't help but wince at the odor coming from Devon's unwashed body. Damn it... I really need to wash my... uh, this body, ain't I? Not to mention, I also need to piss. Which means...

I look down once again with a wry face. But then I shake my head and tell myself to stop being such a pussy.

"Come on, just get on with it. There is nothing to be afraid of. I'll just take care of my business as I normally do. The only difference is that... it will just be another dude's body. But apart from it, nothing out of the ordinary."
Or that's what I tell to myself. But from all the clues I've been getting from my sense of touch, I have the inkling that this body is not one that we can describe as 'ordinary', for one big reason.

I swallow saliva and then quickly take off both the wide hoodie and the baggy jeans, until I'm wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and some old-fashioned boxers.
Fucking hell, I can clearly see it. This immense bulge deforming my(Devon's) underpants. I'm suddenly feeling quite embarrassed, but I still poke it with a finger, just a little, almost expecting it to be just another secret pocket where Devon keeps his stash. But the touch feels soft. And, most importantly, I'm able to feel the poke of my own finger through the bulge itself, meaning that whatever is here, it is connected to my body's nervous system.

"Ahh, fuck it! Let's just take a look!"

With two thumbs under my waistband, I pull the garment down to my knees until the tool that my host was hiding there is in full display.

"......Huh?..." Understandably so, I have a very hard time believing what I'm seeing at this very moment. "I-is this some kind of silly joke?"

I poke the abovementioned 'silly joke' with a finger to confirm that this thing is indeed real. I see it dangling between my legs. I can actually feel it dangling between my legs, its sheer weight alone being enough for my senses to notice it after I freed it from the prison of Devon's pants.
I feel a very confusing mixture of feelings twirling in my upper belly: surprise, revulsion, admiration, jealousy... and a remarcable curiosity that makes me slide Devon's fingers under the unfamiliar shaft and weigh his huge manhood over my palm.

It's warm... and heavy. Gory hell, how can a dick get so large without even being hard?! It is like an extremely oversized version of what I had back in my original body, but all painted in black and paired with a set of balls that are just as impressive.

I swallow saliva, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. This is another man's dick. And I'm... grabbing it, admiring it...

"Uugghh...!" I grunt while violently rubbing my borrowed face. "Let's just get on with it, for fuck's sake."

I let Devon's underpants fall to the floor and step in front of the toilet while desperately trying to ignore the constant swinging of his ridiculous dick, which is significantly more affected by inertia than mine ever was. Then, I take a deep breath and relax my belly while clumsily holding the tip downwards, aiming for the bowl. Although I'm doubting there is even a need to use my hands for it, since this freaky thing looks like it could stay pointing down all by itself thanks to its sheer weight.

Turns out that holding it in place was indeed necessary. It was a foolish thought for me to expect a peaceful stream sprouting from this monster. Instead, when the stream does come out, it almost looks(and feels) like I'm pissing through a pressure hose instead of a human penis.

"Hahhhh... craaaapp......"

But it feels... surprisingly good.

Due to the width of Devon's urethra, pissing with his body turns out to be quite a brief experience. All in all, I'm done in less than 10 seconds.

After I (very carefully) wipe the tip with toilet paper, what I want the most is to hide this thing away, but I still have work to do here.

I take a deep breath... then I take another one... then I step inside my shower. It is time to clean this gross body.