Before James could decide where to go or how he might pass the time in his apartment, he found himself drawn to the smells and sounds trickling in through the living room window. He opened it and stuck his wiggling little nose out, looking down over part of his residential neighborhood from atop his second story perch. How had he missed this? It was just the most interesting possible day outside ever!
James quickly discovered that the window was far more interesting than the radio or the television. The birds, the people, the dogs, the cats, and the cars were all his to observe. He noticed one of the smells from one of the girl dogs down below was giving him another hard-on. He tried not to think about that too hard and instead paid attention to everyone else. He noticed he could hear and smell most vehicles and pedestrians before they even turned a street-corner into view. It kind of pissed James off a little bit that certain dogs were stopping to pee right on the side of his building. They were getting THEIR scent on HIS home before HE could, in a way that would not be socially acceptable for him to do. He was also a little bit ticked that the delivery guy just strolled busily into main entrance without noticing him and asking for permission from down there, even though it was logically unnecessary to do so. He also wasn't sure what to think about the stray alley cat that darted out of a shadowy nook on the other side of the street. Such an insignificant occurrence should have had no effect on James at all, and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of it, and he secretly felt a little vindicated when a rough-looking rottweiler chased it back into an alley.
James really wanted to start shouting down there at passers by and let them know that they were either welcome or needed to do a better job respecting this wonderful place where he lived. He didn't, but he had to stifle sudden shouts out of his throat multiple times. Sometimes he couldn't even think of words but just wanted someone to hear that he was there. He ended up turning on TV for background chatter to help calm him down so he could stay quiet. Even so, some of the people and animals were really making him mad, like those cocky litter-bugs who shattered their empty beer bottles on the apartment building's front steps. At some points, he just couldn't resist baring his new sharp teeth and even letting loose the occasional low growl. He could even feel his weird little spinal protrusion trying to stick up or jut itself out behind him.
James wasn't sure how the feelings in his brain could give him urges in his butt, but the correlations were clear. Almost every mood of his was associated with some kind of spasm in that swollen growth that was rubbing the back of his pants. It went side-to-side when he noticed something pleasant and stiffened when he was alert, even more so when he was pissed off. It even jerked downward and tucked itself over his buttcrack when those drunk, terrifying thugs took guns out of their pockets and started firing them up in the air in blatant disregard for anyone's hearing or safety. It was like having a whole other set of facial expressions on his rear end! James wasn't sure how that was possible if the growth was really just a fracture or a hemorrhoid or something, but what else could it be? Maybe his doctor would eventually figure it out.
James eventually got tired of staring out the window without being able to scare away intruders or welcome neighbors, so he eventually closed the window and tried to figure out what he should do next. Weren't his buddies going to the circus? Maybe he could go after all, since he seemed to be in better shape than he thought he was. Of course, the park and other outdoor venues were still an option. Or maybe he should just go visit Shruti and see how she and Snowflake were doing. But first he decided maybe he should shave the thickening body hair off his arms. How could all of that have grown in without him noticing? He would never look sexy on the beach this way!