very slow

You lay in the pool of cooling water basking in the afterglow. You had rarely masturbated as a man. In part because living in a small home gave you few easy opportunities, although you knew your brothers found times and places. They described a need to release pressure, but touching yourself never really seemed to have that effect for you. You would dribble out a finish on the occasions you did bother but it had never done anything to relieve any tension you can remember. Now though you feel as though if you checked your bones might actually have turned to rubber from the **** of your release so great was the tension you had left unchecked. The fake organ created by your unfortunate transmogrification lacked the true magic of completion.

You sat there in the water for some time, until it had turned tepid and even started to become chilly in the night air of the stone chamber. At long last you stood up, legs unsteady in a different way than earlier in the day and wrapped yourself in a towel that to your incredible appreciation must have been magically kept warm. Amongst the linens left out for you on the bed was a pair of underwear that would have brought a flush to your face as a man, and still had that effect on you now but in reality was a totally normal pair of panties for you to wear. You pull them up your legs where they softly hug your crotch and then dawn the fine bed clothes. You're sure this set of clothing alone would have been worth more than everything you'd ever worn growing up combined.

You lay down on the soft cot feeling cleaner than you can ever remember feeling before and blanketed in the double softness of the fine linens and your own padded flesh. In moments you fall into a deep satisfied slumber.