The next day, you wake up in your old bed just to discover yourself "surrounded" by the whole pack of unfamiliar feelings that seems to be a staple for possessing a complete different body than the one you're used to. You stay like this for a long while, quietly looking at your dark brown hands with oddly pale palms, remembering your last two days when you woke up in this black man's body. You remember those endless medical tests, then coming back to your apartment, meeting your bombshell of a neighbor Janelle, but this time as Michael instead of your original body. And boy! How did her entire demeanor changed when comparing both!
You laugh nervously the moment the next part of your memory flashes into your mind, when you gleefuly masturbated with your new absurdly large tool. Speaking of which...
You take a peek under the sheets, almost carefully.
"Good morning, my new friend." You say, looking at the long bulge under the boxers. You can clearly feel Michael's meat comfortably resting over his/your right thigh. "I hope you and me will get along during the next year"
That's when you decide to finally get out of the sheets and stand up for your morning routine, which should already be an adventure for your new self.
First, you go to the bathroom, where you wash your mouth first things first. You are not opposed to be in Michael's 40 plus year old body for a year thanks to the awesome conditions you got in exchange, but you sure as hell don't want to risk getting bad breath, that's where you draw the line.
Still...
You suddenly take a long lick over your callous hand and then smell it right after.
His saliva does smell oddly different than yours. You furrow your eyebrows, pondering if that is a good or a bad thing. However, the pressure you feel from Michael's crotch immediately after answers your question for you.
"Fucking hell!" You curse, looking down at the massive tent Michael's dick is forming under his boxers. For a moment there you think about temporarily ignoring the inconvenience, but this damn dick is already leaking precum, so you immediately decide to put the boxers down before they get stained any further.
The vision of your(Michael's) erect meat is trully breath-taking, despite this already being the third time you see it. Though you have the feeling that even when you take it out for the hundreth time, those more than 10 inches of black dick will still make you gasp.
The issue is... that you're pissing yourself!
"Damn it. So h-how do I do this?" You say quietly, knowing very well that pissing standing up with an erection is not a good idea if you want the stream to be steady and accurate. And that was with your original average-sized dick. Who knows the mess this black monster is able to make if you're not careful enough!
"Do I just... sit down?"
You try doing exactly that, awkwardly sitting over your apartment's WC and noticing how Michael's dark legs and ass, being quite thicker than yours, makes you having to adjust your position seral times, feeling rather uncomfortable. However, it gets worse the moment you try to bend your rock-hard shaft to put it inside the bowl.
"Ouch, ouch!" You complain, feeling Michael's erect monster forcibly bent to the side, the tip crushed against the cold WC. "Fuck's sake..."
The simple effort of taking your first morning piss in this black man's body is already making you sweat, and you can't help but think that you're overdoing it.
"Screw that!" You say, your new deep voice sounding quite annoyed. Immediately after, you stand back up, then put a knee over the toilet with the other foot still on the floor, press your thick shaft downwards with Michael's burly hand, and finally, you can relax those belly muscles, a stream on piss starting to come out from the tip.
"Haahhhhh..." You sigh, feeling the relief "Fucking hell... this is surreal"
Due to the erection, instead of a stream, it looks more like a chaotic piss spray, gushing out at high pressure at seemingly random directions, almost like you're pissing with a karcher instead of a human penis. It makes you glad you decided to not try doing this while standing.
But it somehow also makes you incredibly horny. And you start wondering if there's something wrong with you, knowing very well that you're definitely not gay to get excited at other men's dongs. It's just that this whole experience is so new, so... surrealistic, you can't help but get aroused under that morbid cocktail of feelings. It's the simple fact that you're controlling another person's body, using it as your own, violating his privacy (regardless of him caring or not), feeling the world through his senses, talking through his strange voice, pissing with his dick, getting flustered by his skin color, smelling his unfamiliar odor.
What else is there for you? How long will it take for you to get used to all of it?
"Uhuuhhhh..." Michael's voice growls, his body shaking after the piss stream has slowed down.
And right after that, you stand back up, your naked feet on the floor, muscular legs slightly opened to not crush those large ebony balls, and the long 10 inch shaft painfully pointing out, beating slightly at the same rythm of Michael's heart.
What to do about this...