The shaft heaved like an exhausted worm, the hole opened and shut with the efficiency of a ventricle.

"...the fuck?" he said, looking down. He'd shot a blank once before, but the climax had ended by this point. Irregardless, it continued pumping and gasping, and he sat conscious in an abstract eternity, waiting awkwardly to either regain his senses or fall back into detachment.

Up from the hole sputtered a dabble of red; small, slightly ovular. His eyelids pulled far back. He could feel needle-thin sheets of blood coursing through them. The hole opened more cautiously, as if contemplating taking back the dabble. It began to retract, and then with a terribly observable speed, jutted out, revealing an arced tail and playfully tugging at the bottoms of his lower abdominals, making him grip the sides of his chair to keep balanced.

Now the cavern reappeared, this time finding enough air for a minimal creaking as he concentrated all his efforts onto staying in the chair and keeping his eyes from shutting.

A cluster had built up in the shaft, most likely what was causing the blockage, and it was forcing its way up in anything but a passive manner. His abs were yanked downwards as if they were pullstrings, each time rocking at his vertebrae.

With a ferocious sucking ventilation noise, the cluster chugged its way up the shaft, the dabble's red tail now only a bit shorter than the length of his pinky.

Suddenly, the yanking and the cluster halted, his head now twice the length, like a grotesque elephant's leg. He felt his stomach and obliques and abs all begin to very softly slide back into place. And he felt when they didn't stop. And he felt when the topmost set hit his sternum. And when the second wave hit the first set and sponged up against it, and so on, until he had a second foreskin bunched below his chest.

The gulping noise returned, and the shaft began to spasm. The hole opened--only once this time--with a small dry geyser burst of cold pink dust. His jaw jutted out as his eyes bulged, pupils wholly uncovered by lids. And after a second of hideous nothing, his stomach stampeded back down, a tidal wave of encapsulated muscle, cartilage, and organ.

Six small points formed at the perimeter of the hole and grew wider as the entire head fanned out into sticky quivering petals. At the base of the tail could be seen a dim red organic ball the size of a sucking candy. It weakly elevated above the bloom by what looked to be a set of tendon ends.

Delicately pinching the dabble between his thumb and forefinger, he removed and scrutinized it. It was a cherry. And it looked badly bruised in three different spots.