In a small moment of clarity, he tries to blow the hair out of his eyes between increasingly effeminate moans and grunts. Wait, was his hair always this long? No, didn’t matter.

*Plap Plap*

When his skin softened, blemishes smoothing away, it didn’t matter. When his hands shrank and nails grew, it didn’t matter. When the stripped socks just appeared on his legs, it didn’t matter. His body’s burgeoning into something new, every inch aflame with sensitivity, but focus MUST be on his dick. In the back of his mind, he could sense his virgin bussy twitch with the rhythm of his pounding, begging to be filled up like the sleeve below him, but shooting out another creamy load took precedent above all else. Though he couldn’t see it, he assumes his cock has altered itself as well, feeling the heft increase with every thrust, but not enough that the tip was able to touch the end of the fleshlight, not yet. Yes, his male essence wasn’t gone. No, no, no, just changing. He was promised virility, pleasure, and was receiving it in droves. He needed more. He MUST have more. MUST keep going.

*Plap Plap*

It’s been… god, hours? Days? And still he (mating) pressed on. A deceptively strong core hid behind his flat tummy were the only suggestion of muscle left on his lean body, and that was the only strength he needed. The only time he wasn’t gyrating his hips was upon reaching orgasm, wherein he’d empty his balls, shudder and collapse in ecstasy, then compelled to prop himself back on his skinny little arms to continue once again. For all his efforts, not a single drop could be seen whenever he glances down, nor is there any spillage leaking out of the device, the only moisture being the small outline of sweat where the upper part of his jiggling thighs kissed his bedsheets. The thing that was fucking him senseless seemed to be as thirsty as he was desperate to quench it.

*Plap Plap*

Silly as it sounded, he needed to get the fleshlight pregnant. Well, couldn’t be that silly, right? It was easy, at least that was what part of him was sweetly whispering to him in the back of his head. He MUST drain all of his impurities into the silicone hole, and only then will he be able to start his life anew as something better.