Further Diagnostics Before Bed The Remote of Transformation chapter 9 by ThePanswapticon

He stripped the bed, flipped the mattress, Febrezed like a crime scene tech, and opened both windows. Night air slid across damp skin and pulled goosebumps up his arms. Nipples went diamond hard again. He groaned.

He crawled under a fresh sheet and lay on his back, arms folded to cage his chest so every breath didn’t tease. Didn’t matter. His thighs pressed and that alone built heat. He shifted to relieve it; the shift made lips rub; lubrication spread; he clenched.

Sleep. No more testing.

He lasted three minutes. His hand drifted. Curiosity tugged harder than willpower. He rolled onto his stomach, hips grinding the mattress. Pressure on the mound lined up perfect. He rocked. Tiny friction, huge payoff. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle the sounds.

Second orgasm hit quick, smaller, sharp. Third followed before heart came down from the second. He lost count. At some point he stopped logging data.

He woke near midnight to his phone buzzing his ear. Marcus again.

Marcus: Swear to God I’m coming over if you don’t answer. Need to see what you broke.

He stared at his body sprawled across twisted sheets, legs splayed, one breast half out, inner thighs wet. No way he could hide this in person.