Matured Stuff Ahead
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Tommy woke up feeling good and refreshed, a fresh start as his brain tried to download all the information of his life up until that moment.
Sadly, it couldn't complete its task properly because he felt a sensation in his lower belly, and he couldn't even think straight.
He furrowed his brow, trying to concentrate.
It was distracting, like a gentle hum in the background. It was probably what woke him up!
"B-Benjamin?" he called out, his voice laced with confusion, as he finally registered the sensation of a finger drawing who knows what around his lower belly.
The weight of a hard-soft body which his own was leaning on dawned on him as he lay on his side.
