Chapter 1: Waking Up

My eyes open to a gentle ray of sun caressing my face. The warm light washes away my slumber.

"Hng..."

I sit up, still slightly drowsy. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and stretch my arms. I reach backwards; I reach up to the sky.

After delicately rubbing my eyes, I'm wide awake.

"Hm... Everything's looking good, I think."

A majestic regal blanket cloaks my figure. It appears to spare no expense to look as fluffy and comfortable as possible. I run my hands over the red plush, and I let my skin absorb its softness.

And as I stuff my face into the blanket, and it absorbs all my mental fatigue.

I limply fall backwards onto the mattress; its springiness was perfection.

"Ahhh..."

Relaxed, relaxed...

I close my eyes. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head, I mentally inspect every nook and cranny of my body for excess stress.

It's a bit stiff here...

I visualize leftover stress evaporating from my legs.

Here, too.

My stomach.

Ah, still so tense here...

My back.

Rigid here, too...

My arms.

I welcome only positivity into my body as I bathe in sunlight; stress is an unwanted guest!

After the brief meditation, I'm truly fully relaxed.

Despite this, several parts of me became incredibly stiff - it was as if they'd stolen the stiffness from the rest of my body to fuel themselves.

I slowly sit up and lean back against the headboard. I glance at my chest.

Two stiff peaks rest upon modest mountains.

What did they say? Flat is justice? Perhaps. They sometimes called them massive "plot" and "personality" as well. Hmm... maybe occasionally. Though if I'm not careful with that, I could end up injuring my back... So naturally, medium is premium. Thanks for teaching me, Earthlings.

I slowly place my palms and fingers at the top of my pecs. I gradually move downwards, and as my hands scale the mountains, my excitement grows as well.

I reach the summit. The peak of the mountain - the zenith of excitement. It's barren. I'm exposed to the air. Here, I can feel the smallest changes in the atmosphere. Here, I'm sensitive.

My index finger flicks down and collides violently with the peak of the mountain.

"Ah!"

It's a lightning strike, and the pleasurable electricity sparks in my brain. I can't help but grip myself and bite my lip. A natural stress ball places itself in each hand.

High places are always at risk during a thunderstorm, and another high place twitches as if it had been struck by the same bolt.

I look further downwards. A seven-inch untapered spire props up between my legs. It won't calm down; it twitches uncontrollably.

My hands glide down my belly as they close in on their target. The closer I get, the more electrified it becomes. Was more lightning preparing to strike? The tingling intensifies.

I lift my hands away from my stomach and extend a finger towards the tip.

I'm like Zeus; I prepare to fire another bolt. My finger inches closer and closer, and as lightly as possible, I make contact.

The spire had a lightning rod on top - Zeus's bolt crashes down. The lightning rod is extremely sturdy; the electrical charge shoots down the spire, into the ground, and into my mind.

"Haaaa... Is this what a new body feels like?"

I had just created this body, so naturally, it was inexperienced. This only heightened my sensitivity. I'd barely done anything, yet my heart was already racing.

"Haah... haah... I guess a freshly sharpened pencil writes better than a used one..."

The sight of my twitching member only arouses another part of myself. A warm patch of moisture begins coating the bedspread. I'm itching down there - itching to be touched. I've aroused myself. I want... no, I NEED... satiation!

My hands descend upon my lower folds. With only a graze, my finger's drenched. The mattress becomes the victim of a faulty umbrella in a downpour.

Perhaps the spire's sturdiness was constructed with the help of a nearby moat; as the spire grew, the moat deepened as it beckoned for something to enter.

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My fingers eventually cave in to desire. As if they were in quicksand, they're sucked deeper and deeper, unable to escape.

My index and middle fingers are two legs of a skinny dipper entering a hot tub for the first time that day.

"Aahhhhh...."

I'm warm. I'm wet. And I need more.

Gently, my fingers move around.

It tickles - the "itch" is being scratched. It truly is just an itch. But it feels far, far more satisfying to scratch.

"Mmmm....."

The movements are tiny, but even tiny movements in a cave echo loudly. Every sound reaches my mind loud and clear.

The legs of the skinny dipper realize the hot tub is deeper than expected, so they don't hesitate to diver deeper and swim around.

At first, it's a gentle paddle.

But, little by little, they speed up. They swim faster and faster.

The sounds of the cave echo louder and louder. The cave begins to rumble as the excessive movements threaten a cave-in. Something is inside, and it threatens to come pouring out.

My fingers flow faster and harder. I heavily stimulate that one itchy spot. Back and forth and back and forth, and...

The cave collapses as a stream bursts from its mouth.

A torrential downpour soaks the mattress. For a brief moment, the faulty umbrella completely disappears.

The cave floods with liquid, and my mind floods with pleasure. My legs and lower lips tense up and let out all negativity one more time. I collapse back on the mattress; the lower half of the bedspread is sopping wet.

"Ah, what... You're not done?"

Earthquakes don't usually hit once. Often times, a weaker one precedes the true danger. The plates are still shifting.

There's a part of myself I'd still neglected. With both hands, I firmly grip my sword. The hilt pulses with life.

And now, the last of the tube's contents must be emptied. I gently squeeze. The hilt continues throbbing ravenously. I gently squeeze again, but it's not enough. I need more movement to get it out. While maintaining a kendo grandmaster's grip, I move the tube up. Then I move it down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Gently at first, and when nothing happens, I speed up. Faster and faster, and now I know it'll finally release. I move at a steady pace, and the rumbling grows nearer. Another earthquake is about to shake the world.

The magma boils increasingly more vigorously in its chamber.

It's incredibly hot. It boils warmer and warmer until it's impossible for it to sit still.

The steamy liquid shoots up the central shaft.

And white lava erupts. The heat splatters my chest, but the eruption's not done. The tube pulses once more as more magma releases from its chamber. Another shot bursts from the tip. More heat splatters my chest.

This earthquake shakes the world. Even the cave below isn't safe.

There's too much pressure.

The cave collapses once again, and this time, a boiling geyser explodes forth.

It's raining hot water.

It's raining white lava.

I almost black out from pleasure.

There's nothing more satisfying than pressure being released!

Finally, the chamber's out of magma. After its eruption, the volcano lays dormant once more.

The spire collapses. The rain ceases. And the clouds part to reveal a sunny day.

I lay back on my bed as the sun continues to gently shine down.

I look around. I've made a mess. I'm everywhere.

But I'm satisfied.

I roll out of bed and snap my fingers. The mess is cleared and the bed is made.

I stretch once more and let out a yawn. It's time to start the day.

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