Baxter shook his head, weazed out a soft "no thanks" and left the insanity he just endured behind him. He was glad it was over, and satisfied that his finances would be ok for a while.
As he walked the street trying to comprehend what he now was, he'd glanced at the paper the woman gave him. It mentioned not eating, not needing to use the toilet, to be careful of open flames... Ect...
But Baxter couldn't focus, his mind thought of how good his body felt, how sensitive his skin was now, how smooth it felt.
How wet his clothes rubbing all over him was making him feel, he had to swallow to keep his sweet lube from drooling out off his mouth, he felt his ass cheeks sliding against each other, a thin flim of lube making them slick.
Even his dick was drooling, permenantly hard but rubbery, in his underwear. He had pushed it down, between his legs when he dressed, it was still there, rubbing his balls and taint, and he could swear almost trying to enter his ass with every step he took.
He was distracted, he was happy, he was horny and exhausted. And realised that he'd been walking a while aimlessly, he wasn't lost, but he looked up and saw he was home, somehow.
He let him self in and stripped out of his soaked clothes, they looked like he'd ran miles, yet it was all his lube.
His small apartment, 1 room, not much else, was pretty sparsely decorated, a few things he'd gotten from charity shops and friends, some stuff from his family. He'd be happy to get some new stuff.
Baxter sat at his kitchenette bench, the tall narrow bar chairs, little more than vinal covered tubes, shiney, red, about 4 feet tall, flat topped but with a rounded edge, he sat a few moments, almost slipping off the chair as his ass was still well lubricated.
He was moaning, staring off into space, just thinking about his day, the weird things that place did to him. He wasn't totally sure what he was going to do with their money, but he knew he didn't want to go back there.
Baxter gently slid back and forth as he pondered, his ass slowly squirting out more lube onto the chair as his ass cheeks gently parted for the foot wide seat. He'd had his eyes closed, enjoying his movement, his head in his hands, elbows on the bar top as he gently lowered, moaning louder the wider his ass spread.
Suddenly, his elbow slipped as his balance was put off by his lower rear position. His anus had opened to take in the first few inches of his chair, he was so taken by the feelings that he didn't even notice.
He stood quickly, the stool popping from his ass as he got up, sudden realisation of what he was doing and just how good it made him feel hit him.
He smiled.