"...hah ...hahh ...haah ...hah!"
I run like the wind, this kid's body feeling light as a feather. My bare feet easily stomping the ground unaffected by weeds and peebles that, were I still in my older body, they would have caused me an injury. However, these dark-skinned feet that probably have never been in contact with footwear before seem more than comfortable in this wild savannah.
I keep running until I stumble upon a big rock partially hidden from view by a few unusually packed trees. I stop behind it and quietly look back where the village is at. No one seemed to notice my departure. Or maybe they just don't care. Whatever it was, I immediately forget about the other tribespeople and look down at my own waist, to the crude skirt covering this kid's private parts.
I quickly try to take it out, but the rope is firmly attached to my slim bony hips. I gulp down and try to find which one of these many knots is the one that deattaches the skirt, but a few seconds pass without much success.
Then I start getting anxious, my hands impulsively fiddling with this crude and fragile garment. I even put some strength into it, considering the idea of just ripping it off.
But then I stop, suddenly aware of what I'm doing. I put my hands over my chest and take a deep breath. In this new body of mine, even the cadence of my heartbeats feel so alien...
After a minute of deep breathing, when I think that I've finally calmed down, I look at my waist and once again start fiddling with that rope.
This time it only takes me a few seconds until I find the knot I was looking for. And, with just a slight pull, the skirt finally falls down.
*GASP
'It' is there after all. In all its physical glory. Long and fat, meaty and heavy, very dark and very dirty; and it is as real as it can possibly get.
Contemplating my new dick without the skirt obstructing my view is an entirely different thing altogether. No matter what I felt before whenever I kept moving, I still had the inkling that I shouldn't fully believe my senses. An inkling motivated by nothing but skepticism, because this whole situation still looks like some messed-up fantasy instead of reality.
However, now it's clear for all to see. This big disproportionate dick is indeed naturally attached to my young slim body, our skins seamlessly joining together at the crotch, making them look like the prolongation of one another, all lean and without a single wrinkle, only a few scarce hairs right at the base of the shaft where this kid's soft abdomen transitions into something that could be easily mistaken by the sexual organ of a male horse.
I move my hips to the left, and this dark sausage immediately sways to the left. I move my hips to the right, and I feel a little air current at the tip while it follows suit. I then put my hips backward, clench my teeth and make a violent thrust forward.
My long penis drubs like a whip and gently hits my bellybutton, only to curve to the side and quickly return to its original position, swaying like an elehant's trunk.
"Puhahahahaha!" I can't help but chuckle. My childish laugh echoes in the silent savannah and makes me feel surprisingly refreshed despite the heat.
It really can't be helped. During my life, my physical appearance has always been a hindrance in every aspect of my day-to-day, and the constant strikes of bad luck always made sure I never got comfortable in my own bones. However, as an adult man, I still loved women, I still wanted to have a fulfilling romantic relationship, I dreamed about having a bunch of kids of my own blood and cuddling every day with a smilling wife while making love with her whenever I wanted...
But my tiny pecker killed the little chance I still had to fulfill such dreams. And it gave me a complex I could never overcome.
But now I am in this situation, for good or bad, trapped in a body that's at the Antipodes of what I used to be; my tiny pecker turned into a monster that just now is starting to 'wake up' in response to my own emotions.
"W-Woaahh..."
I might've had thousands of erections during my lifetime. And as unimpressive as they always were, I can say that I know very well how a hard-on is supposed to feel.
However, what I'm feeling right now is on a completely different scale. What used to be just a casual, rather simple pressure down the crotch is now a tickling feeling all along the groin, a lower belly clenching involuntarily... and pressure, a lot of pressure steadily pumping down the shaft of my very long dick, which immediately starts becoming even longer... and thicker...
"Aaahh... hahah... gory hell..."
I grab it with a hand, wanting to 'feel' it properly, and it doesn't disappoint. I can clearly notice the vibration all along the shaft and the dim beatings of my heart pumping blood. I feel it growing between my rather long fingers until it becomes so thick that my thumb and middle finger lose contact from one another. I watch fascinated how the mushroom head shapes the foreskin from underneath until it comes to a point where the tip is halfway out, halfway still covered, its pale pinkish color showing a stark contrast with the ebony skin all along the shaft; which, at this point, is already hard like a stone.
I stare at my new erect penis in all its glory, having an extremely hard time believing that such an absurd thing now belongs to 'me'.
If anything, I wish I had a mirror, or maybe even a ruler to properly measure this monster.
I swallow saliva, and grab it once again.
"It's so damn hard... How can it be so big yet so hard?"
And despite its heavy weight, it's still curving upwards, gravity be damned, with the tip going well past the bellybutton and almost reaching the chest.
I put a bit of pressure on my closed fingers, feeling a pleasant tickling extending through the shaft.
I clench my teeth. I really, REALLY want to properly feel this amazing tool of mine.
But there is an issue.
After sitting down on the dusty ground for so long, not to mention whatever this body's original owner was doing before I took over, this penis is quite dirty. And the last thing I want is to risk getting a bruise over the delicate skin.
I bit my lower lip, too engrossed by the ticklish feeling I'm getting by simply holding it with my hand. It kinda burns at the base of the shaft, where the tension is at its maximum due to the weight of the whole thing; and it itches at the tip, so far away from my body due to its length that I wouldn't know what to make of it if I wasn't seeing it with my very own eyes.
I really, REALLY want to 'give it a go', but... What should I do...