Jennifer continued to examine the unfamiliar person staring back in the mirror. It bothered her that although she was inside this person's body, that she had no idea what purpose all the things attached to her served. As she caressed the large orbs hanging limply to each side of her chest, she propped them up and pushed them together, trying to make sense of them. In addition to their size, they seemed to be very easy to move around, though they would always return to their resting position. This seemed to change as Jennifer squirmed around, swinging her breasts inquisitively.
Jennifer noticed in the mirror that the buttons she had pressed earlier had gotten smaller, and her skin felt tight at the tip of each bag on her chest. She stopped swinging her breasts around to examine the pink buttons. She took her index finger, and carefully pressed the center of the right one. She felt a negligible warmth, but nothing strong enough for her to draw any conclusions from it. She pressed it a few more times before getting frustrated and twisting it. She felt a release gush from the area of the slit from earlier. She gasped, and splayed herself toward the mirror again.
Sure enough, there was a clear liquid, similar to the moistness that she had felt earlier, but in a much greater amount. And it wasn't just damp, it was oozing.
*Maybe these knobs make fluid? Whatever it is, i--it feels...amazing. Almost scary. Like I'm rushing toward a cliff that I don't want to fall off.,.but at the same time...I do...*
Jennifer was hesitant to play with the knobs more, so she decided to examine the oozing fuzzy pink slit. Taking both hands, she pulled it further apart than before. It seemed to be composed of multiple folds, and try as she might she couldn't see very deep within. Although, it seemed plenty resistant to her own efforts. As she dug at it, the resistance was repaid with more oozing pleasure. Before long, her meaningful inquisitive prodding became slow, methodical grinding. She began to rub the slit against her left wrist, the slick moisture lubricating her motions.
She was running head-long toward the cliff, but the cliff continued to extend out further beyond her. If only she could discover what lay beyond the folds, then maybe she might be able to leap into the oozing pit of pleasure once and for all.
As slick as it was, the fold between her legs was tight. She couldn't examine it properly in the mirror, but she began to prod it with just a finger. At first, it only went as deep as her first joint, and immediately she felt the difference as a wave of pleasure racked her body. Her next trust went deeper, and deeper still. Moans on her lips. She began rocking back and forth, discovering the pleasures of this unfamiliar body. Each thrust sending more ooze on to the seat of her chair and onto the carpet around her.
And suddenly, just like that, the ground was suddenly no longer under her. She hit a blinding climax, her knees and hips involuntarily spasming in rhythm her last thrust. Her arms limply twitching as wave after wave of pleasure radiated from the slit, which was now gushing, covering the mirror in her slime.