Well maybe a little

I couldn’t

I shouldn’t

This was so humiliating as is!

Craning my neck back I once again looked at my form back at the mirror.

I was shaped like a dew drop. the cement so shiny you could almost see a vague reflection of me on the floor.

The whole room held a sort of only fans, sex-capped feel to it so maybe it was screwing with my senses.

Spreading my thighs I left my genitals touch the cool floor. And would think the feeling of your dick touching the cool cement would be a wake up call but it only made the little guy twitch.

At the same time I spied something else twitching

I felt a shiver run down my spine

I wonder what the cold floor would feel on my new sensitive nipples.

I felt them harden before I could finish the thought

Once again I spied my ass twitching and wait hold on!?

Squinting my eyes I once again spread my asscheeks purely for a better look of course

And what I saw made my eyes nearly bug out of my head

Was there a… small…dollop of lubrication peaking out!?

No sooner did the hair-raising thought leave my mind it was like my asshole became timid and the dollop of liquid retreating inside.

The whole ordeal was so jarring my jaw dropped to the floor and I felt my myself sink further onto the floor

However this proved to be a bad choice of direction because as soon as my stiff hard nipple touched the floor I sucked in a breath.

From shock or …. I couldn’t tell.

I lay there for a few minutes acclimating to the cold

But like a stupid fucking curious cat-no like like moth to an open flame I… just couldn’t look away.

I had to check to see what I saw was even real.

Looking back I watched in rapt fascinating and horror as my ass seemed to twitch again. And once again a bead of liquid popped out

My breathing became faster and heavier as I thought about… well everything really.

A thousand thoughts careened through my head but it's like instincts, or possession, willed my fingers to reach closer and closer to the pink perineum.

Just a touch

I just wanted to check

My heart pounded in y chest as my finger finally drifted down and made contact with the, surprisingly wet, pink rim of my transformed entrance. I gasped as a small amount of pressure was applied, my body responding with a subtle, yet distinct twinge of interest,

However before I could ever think to penetrate a finger, not that I was going to or anything, a sharp sound of a groan and a shuffling of silk sheets shattered my examination bubble.