James started to feel quite warm, suddenly, and restless for lack of a better term. He stood up, pacing around, wondering if there was a sudden heatwave in the middle of the night here, or if he shouldn't have eaten those berries and was suddenly running a fever. He wasn't sweating at all, but he also wasn't sure if this body he was in could do that. He'd also apparently jacked his shorts up to high and really had them riding up, so he adjusted them down a bit, and suddenly was hit by the scent of fresh roasted coffee from somewhere. He paced around a bit more anxiously, trying to find the source of it, and feeling less and less comfortable until eventually he just kicked off his shorts entirely, and realized the smell was coming from himself. Down there, where the "him" part of himself was most conspicuously absent at the moment. And everything down there was feeling a bit... off. Inflamed? Tender? Hot?
He shifted around, crossing and uncrossing his legs, widening his stance, none of this seemed to do anything to help relieve the feeling, and that coffee smell was getting stronger. Eventually he just tried gingerly prodding the area with his fingers, which certainly had an effect on the situation. Just a little bit of pressure sent a jolt through his body that almost took his legs out from under him. It felt good. Damn good. He dropped to his knees and kept at it, working out in quick succession that yes, this was him just being extremely horny all of the sudden, yes he was giving up any sort of dignity he had left masturbating as some blue alien woman in a random field, and no, he couldn't really be bothered to have an identity crisis over it with how immediate the need felt.
Just plain going at it, laying back, legs spread wide, furiously fingering himself James really didn't seem to be finding any sort of relief. The more he tried to just bring things to a finish already, the more needfully horny he seemed to get. He tried switching hands, feeling himself up, trying to picture some woman going at herself like this, writhing around on the ground... nothing was bringing any relief. A part of him was wondering if this was a side effect of eating those berries or just another quirk of his temporary alien body, while another part was brainstorming what might help get him there already. That weird tongue he had? The flashlight? The water bottle? No he'd flung that at Alan because he wouldn't shut up about this body getting him hard-
THAT wasn't a train of thought it'd be healthy to pursue further, James acknowledged, while mashing his chest into the ground and lifting his ass in the air, continuing to struggle for relief.