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"Explain?" James thought to himself. What needed explaining? A little burp escaped from James' belly as the sensation of fullness stayed with him, keeping him warm as the rain poured on Jataya's car. His hole, where Jataya had been, felt tender, but wasn't in pain. Where the tip of his dick was, deep within him, a slow swirling sensation was driving him mad. James started to ponder what he was feeling. There was no lying about it, something was different. By the time Jataya pulled into his driveway, James had his eyes closed and his hand on his tummy, simply enjoying the feelings brewing within him.

Jataya invited James inside and they put their wet clothing on the coat rack. James then gasped as he took in the luxury that was his house. It wasn't a large house, but it was furnished with what looked like a matching ancient set of antique furniture, all in pristine condition. James forgot all about what had happened in the past hour as he surveyed the entirety of his living space. Everything was so beautiful! Even though James' mind was in another place, his hand still roamed the outside of his belly from time to time. Jataya noticed this. It was obvious he was still feeling something. That had to be a sign. It had to be.

"James."

James didn't even look at Jataya, intrigued by an old swivel chair.

"James," he repeated himself. James finally responded.

"Yeah? Oh, yeah. Sorry." He stood up and looked at his host.

"James, I should probably explain. I told you that your life would change after this and it wouldn't be easy. Don't you want to know why I said that?"

A sudden look of worry flushed across James' face. "Yeah, sure. Shoot."

"James, you aren't like other guys. There's something different about you. Don't you ever wonder why your butt gets wet like a vagina whenever you're turned on?"

"Of course I do, but it doesn't really bother anyone. The doctors I've seen couldn't explain it, but they said it wasn't life threatening, so I just... ignored it... or more truthfully, used it to my advantage."

"James, no. There's a reason why y..." The conversation was interrupted by James' phone ringing. Jataya looked at his pocket, where the lights from his Android flickered, and then back at James. He seemed like he wanted to answer it. A small, but reluctant gesture from Jataya allowed his guest this privileged. James apologized and looked at the screen, then showed it to him. 'Private', it said.

"Sometimes, this is my boss," James explained, then answered, "Hello?"

A brief pause occurred, followed by James' facial expression changing completely. He seemed shocked, then slightly confused, then he furrowed his brow and opened his mouth as if to say "what? are you kidding me?" but no sound came out. James didn't even reply the whole time. After a minute of listening to the phone, he just hung up.

"Jataya, that was my ex girlfriend..." he explained.

"What did she want?" Jataya asked, in confusion.