I try to pull myself together despite this body making things hard.

Once again, I feel the tingle in my crotch, fueled by my lewd thoughts. I feel the pressure returning, the cloth bulging out, and the lingering sensitivity after the 4 orgasms I had increasing to an almost painful degree.

"You really won't give me a break, will you?" I ask in irritation while looking down at my whole self.

This black male's body really is something else. But it doesn't matter how outrageous his libido might be, it's got to have a limit. And judging the way this engorged tent that has formed in my crotch looks and feels, I can guess that I shouldn't worry too much. I mean, it does feel very heavy; and both the pressure and sensitivity are breathtaking. But... how do I put it? It's just nowhere near the level of a full erection in Devon's body.

It should be fine if I just ignore it... right?

Just in case, I do a little exercise to calm myself down:
Breathe in for 4 seconds. Hold the breath for 4 seconds. Breathe out for another 4 seconds. And wait with empty lungs for the last 4 seconds.

By the time I've repeated the whole process three times over, I can feel that Devon's dick has lost most of its consistency inside my pants.
Hopefully, it will stay like this for the time being.

"Very well..." I say with an awkward smile. "Now, let's keep on with what we were doing, shall we?

I turn on Devon's phone once again, and look at the time while trying to ignore his wallpaper photo.

"It's 7:14 pm already?!" I exclaim in disbelief.

Wait. Didn't I arrive at like 5 or 6 am? I don't really remember, but, if I count the time I was showering and wanking off... I might've slept for some 13 hours, more or less!
Damn! Was I this tired? Was Devon, actually? Or did the body possession drain me out in some way? I don't really know, but I remember being totally spent when I got home.

Anyway, the coffee should be done by now, so after I connect my phone to the charging station, I go straight to prepare the breakfast/supper/whatever.
I don't have much inside the despense at this moment, so I settle for 2 blocks of instant noodles with chicken broth and a hard-boiled egg I had in the fridge. Then I bring everything to the table, including the coffee, a bottle of water and the Wishing Pendant, which I keep staring deep in thought.

But there will be time for that. Now, I have to take care of this body's most immediate needs.

So I grab a few noodles with the fork and gaze upon them for quite a while. I'm suddenly very aware of Devon's tongue inside my mouth, of his saliva forming a little pool around it. I still can't get used to the shape of my new teeth, and these lips feel massive every time I lick them to keep them wet.

For fuck's sake... I just want to eat! I know it's awkward as hell because I'm in another man's body, but after what I've already done, reason says we should be well past this point! So stop being a kid and take a goddamn bite!

Listening to my finicky inner self, I finally put the soft noodles in my new mouth and carefully slurp them down.

"Hmmm..." I mumble while swallowing. "...Hmmm?"

Then I take another, bigger mouthfull and try to savour them for a little longer. They do taste like the chicken noodles I'm used to, but... There is a tinge of something different I can't yet describe. They taste the same, but I don't think I like them as much as I used to. Is it because of Devon's palate? Did my tastes change when I swapped my body? Well, I guess that makes sense.

I suddenly have an inkling.
After gulping down, I get up from the table and grab the pot of red curry from the counter side. I sprinkle a bit of it inside the bowl of noodles, stir it and take another bite.

"Hmmm.... dud's burphuct(that's perfect)!" I mumble with my mouth full. It seems like this body likes its food spicier.
All the awkwardness I was feeling before is fading away while the everyday pleasure of satiating my hunger takes over my focus. And at the end, eating my meal in Devon's body turns out to be yet another surrealistic experience I end up enjoying quite a lot.
Granted, the mental discomfort of having such intimate contact with another man is still lingering there at the back of my head... But come on, this whole situation I got myself into is way too bizarre not to relish on. Just hoy many people in this world can say they've ever had the chance to experience life as another human?

Chances are I'm the only one.

...And even if it pains me to admit it, Devon's body does feel quite... comfortable. Or at least when compared to my original. It does feel good to be so light, to be able to move around so easy and quick. My hips and shoulders used to be always stiff, and I had to live every day with a permanently aching back. But now, all of that is gone... It almost feels like I've been freed from a cage I didn't even notice I was locked in.

Once I'm done drinking the remaining broth, I put the bowl down and stop for a moment, looking at my dark-brown hands.

Seriously. If it wasn't for the color of my skin, the size of my private parts and the knowledge that Devon is a lowly criminal, I feel like I could get used to his body in a heartbeat.

[...]

"...Hahh.... Forget it!" I suddenly exclaim, annoyed by my own thoughts. "Wasn't my first priority to look for a way to safely leave the body of this dude? Then let's get to it already!"

I get up and almost throw the dishes into the sink. Then I go back to the table, grab the Wishing Pendant, take a sip of coffee, get momentarily distracted because the coffee tastes too bitter for my new palate, add a few sugar spoons to the coffee and finally get my attention back to the pendant.

"Now... let us see what you can actually do, shall we?" I say in a confidential tone while I carefully stir the drink.