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Cracklin had discovered something while inspecting his body.
As he fiddled with his buttons and casing absentmindedly, one of his hands brushed along his inner thigh, sending an odd feeling through his body. Pleasure? He asked himself in his mind, before a loud beeping noise interrupted that train of thought.
“CRACKLIN!”
Oh yeah, Chief was in the room with him. Cracklin quickly apologized, turning off the noise by pressing a random button near his hip, which was by an odd stroke of luck, the correct one. He listened to Chief’s ranting, hoping it would distract himself from the heat that pooled in his abdomen when the journal yelled at him.
He would have to collect his thoughts on it later.
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It was a few hours later. Cracklin and Chief had met up with Sylvia and discovered Orange Herald. Since the three objects were tired, they decided to rest and start a small fire, Chief and Sylvia quickly dozing off after.
Cracklin, however, could not. He needed to investigate his body more, er- just for the purpose of discovering object anatomy, of course! He quietly tiptoed away from the fire, around a corner in the room they were in. He didn’t want to be too far away from them, just in case they woke up. He felt that his sudden disappearance would be… less than comforting, to say the least.
The geiger counter sat himself down on the cold hard floor, unsure how to start this “investigation”. He rubbed his inner thigh, letting out a gasp before he quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth.
Oh. That was… something.
Cracklin kept his hand over his mouth as he kept rubbing his thigh, not trusting himself to stay quiet. Shit, he was sensitive. He wasn’t sure if the sensitivity was due to touch starvation or if all objects had it like that. It wasn’t like he could compare results. His hand traveled between his legs slowly as he bit back a whimper, feeling the slick fluids soaking from his-
Wait, what?
Cracklin spread his legs to get a closer look at his crotch, noticing a slit that definitely was not there before. He questioned the biological impossibility of it, but realized he was a living geiger counter so biology apparently wasn’t as strict as he thought. He rubbed the slit slightly, feeling it produce more fluid, and also cause him to moan quietly into his hand. As Cracklin continued rubbing the slit, something started to peek out of it. Was that… his dick? He wondered, watching the rest of it emerge from his slit.
It looked strange, like a worm with its twitching and slight wriggling. It was also a brighter yellow than his casing, and it was covered in the fluid his slit had been producing. Huh.. natural lube. Cracklin gave the cock an experimental pump, moaning sharply into his hand. Well, that felt... really good. He jerked himself off more, setting a rhythm as his mind wandered a bit.
It settled on Chief. He imagined what Chief’s cock would look like, probably much larger and thicker, god, that could split him in two if it went in him somehow. He imagined Chief taking him against the very wall he was leaning against, plowing him to oblivion. Cracklin sped up his rubbing, wishing desperately that it was Chief’s hands on him instead of his own. His moans were only barely muffled by his hand by then, but he was too horny to care.
With a buck of his hips into his hand, Cracklin came hard, his cum erupting from his twitching dick onto the floor in front of him. He slumped against the wall, completely spent. Eventually, though, he had to get up and wipe as much fluids as he could off of himself, noticing his dick and slit had already disappeared by then. He stood up fully and walked back over to the fire where the others were.
Only to spot a very awake looking Chief staring right at him.