Peel you

You lie helpless on the kitchen table, one end of your peel split open and your tender banana interior exposed to the open air. It feels as though waves of erotic electricity are flowing from your open end down the length of your soft body and back again. Your tiny legs kick feebly in rhythm with that flow as your mother and sister watch you.

You have never been so turned on as you are at this moment.

"What is he trying to do?" asks Zoe.

"I think he wants something," responds your mother.

What do you want? To escape? Not really, even if you could. To be returned to human form? Not right now, because then this wonderful feeling would end. So what is it then?

"Should we peel him?" asks one of them.

Yes. That's it.

Please.

Strong hands grasp you and you feel your outer skin begin to tear some more.

Yes.

It tears further as more and more of your delicate interior is revealed.

The pleasure is exquisite.

Yes!

Further and further the peeling continues, time seeming to slow for you as each newly exposed millimeter of your flesh reveals new vistas of pleasure.

And then suddenly it's over. Your rent skin drops completely away to the table surface as the hands bear your fully naked banana flesh up...and up...

...and you orgasm.

It's silent, and it's dry, but it happens once, then twice, then again, and again, and again and....

"Ohmigod," gasps a voice - you can no longer tell whose it is - "it's pulsing!"