Wake up from the bed, dress up and clean this mess.

I wake up from the bed like in a trance.
For one, I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed in my entire life. My... I mean, this body is all tingly, but in a dull way. My belly is calm like the sea in Summer, and the only slightly disturbing feeling is this lingering sensitivity right at the tip of the fat meat hanging between my legs. No matter what, Devon's big black cock always makes sure, in one way or the other, that I never forget about its presence.

I let out a long sigh and scratch the back of my head.
It took 4 orgasms to finally calm this thing down. However, I still don't feel any closer to getting used to it.

"I guess dressing up is a priority." I say almost whispering, since I still don't like to hear the voice of the man who robbed me coming from my own throat. The knowledge that I'm, in a way, punishing this crook's actions by possessing his body is the only thing giving me some sort of solace. And also the main reason I don't feel too guilty about breaching his privacy and using his body to pleasure myself.

Using a handful of tissues, I wipe all the remaining semen off my borrowed dick while making extra sure the long urethra is totally drained, from balls to the tip.
If anything, I'm not so afraid anymore to manipulate this outrageous thing. That's progress, I guess...

After I'm done, I open my wardrobe and take the thinnest, most elastic underpants I possess and quickly put them on.
It's kinda fascinating, and a bit unsettling, to see these very recognizable briefs I've had for years closing on these very alien dark-skinned hips. However, even my tightest underwear is still several sizes too large to fit on Devon's thin waist.
There is just no way to keep it from falling down. Not to mention that his fat penis and large heavy balls clearly need their own space to stay still and comfortable. No matter how I position it, I always end up with my testicles almost spilling to the sides.
In summary: there is just not enough cloth in the brief's pouch for all this meat.

"No wonder this fucker choses to wear boxers." I say, deeply annoyed, but also very impressed.

I think for a moment about using Devon's own dirty underpants, but I immediately discard the idea for obvious reasons.
At the end, I just abandon the plan of using underwear for the time being and put on my only tracksuit pants. They look comically large on my new thin frame, with all the cloth hanging loose around my hips almost making me feel like I'm wearing nothing at all. However, the simple act of adding a barrier between my eyes and Devon's oversized manhood immediately improves my mood. Even if its bulky shape is still clearly visible through the baggy cloth. Even if I still feel it hanging loose and hitting my left thigh... at the very least, I can finally move around without constantly frowning, the displeasure reduced to a level I can handle... or maybe even get used to.

I then tie the cord tight and complete the process by putting on an old t-shirt that's also way too large for this body, with its baggy cloth falling down to my knees. But I don't dislike it, since that means I now have another layer of fabric covering my crotch.

"Now, for the next thing..." I say with renewed confidence. "I guess I should clean this mess."

I look at the disaster I made the first time I came, at those enlongated pools of thick spunk staining my floor and chair, then I get into work without further ado.
First, I grab Devon's dirty hoodie from the bathroom and use it as a rag to clean the mess in my room. Then, I put all his clothes into the washing machine, throw the bloated cum-filled plastic bag into the garbage and turn on my coffee machine. I'm starving for some breakfast.

Wait. Breakfast...?
I stop in place, pondering. Is it time for breakfast, actually?
I don't even know what time it is, so I walk to my bedside table, where all the phones I found in Devon's pockets are stacked, including my own.
However, the moment I grab it, I remember that it has no battery.

"Shit! ...Then, what about these?"

I examine the other 3 phones. Two of them are totally shut down, which makes me guess they are stolen. And about the third one...

"Bingo!" I exclaim when the screen lights up, showing a wallpaper consisting on a selfie of Devon where he's kissing a black girl, probably his girlfriend, in what seems to be a nightclub. The expression he is making while looking at the camera makes feel me very annoyed. It's almost like he is making fun of me: the middle-aged virgin who has never kissed a girl before.

I look at the girl in the photo, noticing her features and curves. Despite all those exaggerated layers of make-up, she is quite pretty. But what sells her the most is that huge rack firmly pressed against Devon's torso. Damn... just, how big are those? They have to be fake... right?

How would it feel to kiss a woman like that? I wonder while softly caressing these puffy black man's lips I now possess.
But wait, if that lady is Devon's actual girlfriend, and now I have Devon's body, maybe I could...

My thoughts drive me to a place I've never ever dared to touch before.

"...Oh crap..." I mutter to myself when all those previously unobtainable fantasies start popping in my head. "Oohhh, crap..."