He stumbled backwards from the pool, sure this must be a trick or magic trick. His naked body slammed into a tree behind him. As he tried to find his balance, his foot once again slipped on the mud and he fell, barely missing knocking himself out on a tree as he fell onto his stomach.
Except his chest got in the way, two large, spherical somethings smashing into the ground first, causing tears to come from his eyes, more at their sensitivity than the pain itself.
As he lay there, hyperventilating as he panicked, he grabbed for the appendage that would disprove what his eyes, ears and sense of touch were telling him. His fingers closed on empty air where before his penis had been.
With effort, he rolled onto his back, and looked down. His vision was first block by his long, damp hair the colour of moonlight that stuck to his face. Once he’d cleared it, he still couldn’t see below his chest due to the presence of two mountains of flesh that blocked his vision, nipples pointing skyward like a lighthouse attracting all to look towards them.
Resorting to figuring things out by feel, Jonathan lifted his hands, looking at them. His hands were smaller, but with longer fingers. A few healing cuts that looked to have been made by leaves and long fingernails. He took a deep breath in, and then out before moving his hands to that area between his legs that would confirm definitively what had happened to him.
He shuddered as his fingers moved along his flesh, having to grope since he couldn’t see past his chest. His heart sank as they found the opening. His denial crumbled as his fingers entered the hole where his dick had once been.
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