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Callen practically bounded for joy as he went to receive his package from the postman, the fox gleefully opening the door and signing for the small, nondescript brown box from the bemused badger making the delivery.

Ever since he had broken up with his ex-boyfriend, the fox had desperately wanted this. Though their relationship had ended sourly, the one thing that stuck in Callen’s mind was that the wolf had adored his cock, frequently saying that it was by far the best he had ever taken. There had been times the wolf had been able to reach orgasm just from Callen’s cock alone – the perfect size, the perfect shape. And now Callen would be able to experience that for himself.

He placed the box on the table, his hands trembling a little as he broke open the tape. There was a small white box inside, nondescript but for the company logo on one side, with plain black text reading ‘Turn YOUR cock into a dildo!’ Callen grinned. He’d finally be able to experience what his ex had raved about.

Pouring the contents of the box out over his kitchen table, Callen was a little surprised to see that there were only two items within. Somehow he had thought it would be more complex than just a small sheet of instructions and what appeared to be the mould. It was about fourteen inches long, about six wide and deep; easily big enough for what he needed. He held the purple silicone in his hands, turning it over and over again. It compressed just a little in his hands, and his fingers found a small ridge down the one edge.

“I guess it must open somehow,” Callen said, running his fingers over the little ridge from top to bottom. It felt like a seam, and not a defect at least. Still staring at the silicone mould, the fox reached out for the page of instructions, hand patting on the table a few times before he found them. He glanced down at the first bullet point, which directed him to gentle squeeze either side of the seam, and the mould should pop open.

Following the instructions precisely, Callen opened up the mould. Inside was the same smooth texture of pure, unmarked purple silicone. The next instruction was a strange one. It just said to insert his cock into the mould and let the magic occur. He frowned slightly, unsure how this was meant to work. Then again, he didn’t expect to. This process used a more complex magic than he had ever learnt about. He would just have to trust it. He knew what the result would be, what did it matter how it was done?

Putting the instructions down again, Callen rubbed his bulging shorts, his cock already hard in anticipation for what he was about to do. He didn’t need to read up any more about what he needed to do, it was all simple enough. Soon the thick block of silicone would be an exact replica of his cock.

With a swish of his tail, Callen dropped his shorts and underwear, revealing his erect red shaft. At just over seven inches, it had been more than long enough to please his ex, yet not too long of thick to provide any discomfort. Perfect, as the wolf had said. And soon a copy would be up his rump for the fox to experience too.

Placing his cock over the silicone, Callen shivered as he ran one finger lovingly up the length of his shaft. The mould was surprisingly cool to the touch, and the fox could feel it compress slightly around his cock, even without having to press down on it at all.

“Well this is it,” Callen whispered, before closing the silicone around his cock, the heavy purple block hiding his shaft from view and weighing down his crotch. Cupping the silicone in both hands, he staggered over to the sofa, slumping down amongst the soft cushions and waiting for it to start taking effect. For over a full minute nothing seemed to happen, the fox’s tail thrashing back and forth impatiently. He had spent a lot of money on this; he didn’t want it to be a worthless dud.

He was just about to get up off the sofa when his body was rocked by a massive wave of pleasure, emanating out from his sealed cock. His legs tenses up, toes curling in as he bit his lip to prevent from howling out. It lasted only a few seconds, but when it passed he panted like he had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.

“Oh fuck,” Callen said, rubbing his fingers over the solid mass of silicone encasing his cock. It was then that he noticed the seam had melted away, leaving nothing behind to pry open the mould. A moment of panic ran through his mind as he tugged gently at the silicone, but it didn’t move at all. In fact, every touch against it resonated through his cock, threatening to bring back the intense, radiating pleasure.

Pulling his hands back, he leant against the soft cushions, clenching his jaw and letting the magic do its work. It felt like his cock was buried tight up someone’s rump, squeezing tight and pulsing ever so slightly. The coolness he had felt before was gone now, warmed by his cock and the magic that was engulfing his groin.

And then it stopped.

Like flicking off a switch, all sensation suddenly ended in his crotch. He could feel nothing down there but for the slight tugging of the silicone as it pinched on his fur. With growing trepidation, Callen reached down, noticing that the silicone had changed. No longer was it a straight edged block, but textured and rounded. He squeezed the silicone a little, feeling it compress just a little in his hand. It felt like…

He opened his eyes and looked down, taking a while to process what he was seeing. Jutting out from his crotch was a thick silicone dildo, luminescent purple and not at all looking like his cock. Shaped like a thick cylinder, it had a barely defined head and six wide ridges spaced evenly down its length. Callen stared down at it. It was an absolute monster, a quick estimate measuring it at a full twelve inches long, at least five inches wide. His balls swung heavily beneath. The massive dildo looked fun, but it wasn’t what he had ordered.

Callen reached down and tugged at the silicone to pull it off, he may as well use it after all before calling up and complaining about the different product he had received. It didn’t move. Pulling a little harder, the fox gasped as he felt his skin stretch beneath the silicone.

“What the hell,” Callen muttered, exploring beneath the dildo with his fingers, trying to find where his cock entered the mould. He couldn’t find it. His flesh seemed to melt right into the silicone, impossibly so. Upon noticing that, he realised that he couldn’t even feel his cock, embedded deep within the silicone. He tried to twitch it, and though the dildo jumped up a little, he couldn’t actually feel his cock moving at all. It was as though it wasn’t even there anymore.

Hauling himself up from the sofa, the fox staggered over to the table where he had left the box. The heavy dildo swung ponderously, bending slightly but by and large remaining upright. It almost reached as high as his sternum, half the width of his chest. The thing was huge, a little purple bobbing in the lower reaches of his vision even as he stared directly ahead.

He picked up the little page of instructions, going over them once more. The first few were familiar to him, b as he read on his eyes widened in shock and horror. This was not the product he had thought it was.

“The silicone will absorb your cock and fuse to your groin, leaving you with the perfect dildo for a cock,” Callen whispered, reading what the instruction page proudly displayed. “What the fuck, that’s not what I wanted?”

Staring down at the silicone cock that was now apparently all he had, Callen slumped back into a chair. He idly squeezed the thick shaft, feeling absolutely nothing through it. This thing jutting out from his crotch was nothing more than a simple dildo, only it had completely replaced his own cock.

His hands wandered a little lower, gasping as they found his balls, still as sensitive as ever. He teased and fondled them a little, tail wagging as the feeling of something so familiar helped relax him again. But then, as one hand wandered up again to rub against the senseless ridges of his silicone shaft he clenched, ceasing his hands’ idle movements. Already he was aroused, a result of having denied himself orgasm for three days so he could best enjoy the sensation of having his cock up his ass, but now he lacked the means to relieve himself. His cock was made of silicone, and he could already tell that he wouldn’t be able to cum from it. Rubbing his finger over the small head, he could feel that it was completely smooth without any indication of a slit.

Callen’s eyes returned back to the page of instructions, looking in desperation of any way to reverse the process, but apparently the writer hadn’t foreseen a situation where someone would change their cock in such a way and want to switch it back. There was nothing else on the page except a frustrating reminder to enjoy their new cock. A couple of dot points gave some advice on just how to do this, seemingly exclusively catered to those who desired no pleasure for themselves.

Standing up again, Callen groaned at the heavy weight on his front, having to lean back a little just to keep his balance. He couldn’t help but have one hand stroking his cock, not for the pleasure because of course he felt none, but because it felt good on his hand. The size and the ribbing made him wonder just how good it would feel inside him, but attached to his groin he wasn’t about to experience that.

The fox didn’t know what his aim was, just pacing around his living room, his heavy and useless cock dangling out in front of him, taunting him on the edge of his vision. He wasn’t sure what to do now. He was unable to orgasm, despite the growing need building inside him that completely belittled the situation he was in. How could he be feeling horny now, at a time like this?

With a growl he flung himself face-first onto the sofa, biting hard on one of the cushions and thrusting into the furniture. Though he could feel his balls rubs against the soft fabric, absolutely nothing came from his cock at all, just the ghostly sensation of the deadened shaft tugging against his crotch.

Howling in frustration, Callen humped harder, but all that did was drive his lust even higher, desperately trying to get off with a cock that wasn’t even flesh. It was an impossible task, but his body was crying out for release already. With a massive effort he rolled back off the sofa, landing on hands and knees, panting as his cock patted against his chest. It taunted him, reminding him with every touch what it had become.

“There has to be something I can do,” Callen whined, crawling back to the table and pulling the packaging down to the floor. He turned it over in his hands, trying to find some contact information for the company, but could find none. He knew there was nothing on the instructions either, he had read that enough now. Heck, he couldn’t even remember what they were called, and he had ordered it so long ago that he was sure it would no longer appear on his computer search history.

Letting out a low whine, Callen wondered just how it was going to get worse when there was a knock at his front door. “Oh damn it all,” the fox whispered, scraping his claws along the carpet in frustration, before raising his voice and calling, “Who is it?”

“Hey it’s me, just wanted to check how you’re doing,” a familiar voice answered, muffled by the thick wooden door. Callen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to feel relieved or ashamed. John was the husky who had put him up to this in the first place, had told him about this amazing company that could make all sorts of sexual fantasies come to life. If anyone knew how to fix this, it would be John.

“Just, uh, give me a minute,” Callen called out, desperately looking around for where he had thrown his clothes. He tried to ignore the snigger that came from outside, finding his trousers on the other side of the room, but it was only once he tried to pull them on that he realised he had another problem. He was only able to bring his trousers up to his balls, before the immense mass of his cock prevented them from rising any further. There was no chance he was going to be able to wear them, not with the silicone monstrosity in his groin.

He quickly ran into his bedroom, wincing as his cock slapped against his chest with every step, almost winding him. Rummaging through his cupboards, he found his bathrobe and slipped it around his shoulders. He tied it so it remained loose around him, hoping it would be enough to obscure the obscene bulge.

With an embarrassed blush adorning his cheeks, Callen returned to the lounge and cautiously opened the door, turning his head away from John’s amused grin. The husky’s tongue was even lolling from his mouth. “I’m not… interrupting anything, am I?” he asked, gesturing at Callen’s bathrobe.

Callen growled and pulled John in, slamming the door shut behind them. “Something went wrong,” the fox stammered, hating the grin on his friend’s muzzle.

“Oh? Not as perfect as Greg always said you were?” John replied with a snicker, taking a seat next to the dining table.

“No, not that,” Callen snapped, carefully walking over to the sofa and lying on it, making sure the bathrobe still obscured what lay beneath. He held his hand against his forehead. “I may have ordered the wrong thing.”

John’s grin grew ever wider, showing no sympathy at all. “What did you do to yourself then?”

Callen blushed even more, his face burning from shame. He couldn’t even bring himself to speak, instead just gesturing to the table, where the packaging and instructions still lay. The fox could barely watch as his friend picked up the small sheet of paper, the husky’s eyes flicking over the writing quickly.

“This looks like what you wanted,” the husky said uncertainly. “What went wrong?”

“It was a bit more… literal than I thought,” Callen replied meekly, staring down at the floor halfway between the two. “It didn’t make a replica dildo of my cock. It literally made my cock into a dildo.”

John stared at the fox, mouth agape. The two didn’t move for a few moments, before the husky started giggling uncontrollably. “It did – it did what?” he gasped, ignoring Callen’s harsh glare. “May I see it?”

The fox sighed and swung his feet on to the floor. John had seen his cock before, had taken it a few times as well, but this was different. He didn’t want the husky to see what had become of him, but there was nothing for it. Reluctantly, he untied his bathrobe and opened it out, revealing what had barely been hidden anyway.

John slowly rose from his seat, almost entranced as he crossed the room to kneel in front of Callen. His hand slowly reached out to rub against the top of the silicone shaft, biting his lip as he did so. “How does it feel?” the husky asked.

“It doesn’t,” Callen growled, batting the husky’s hand away, but leaving his purple cock out in the open. There was no point going through the effort of hiding it for now.

“Nothing at all?” John asked, eyes widening, surprising the fox by brushing past his arm and lowering his muzzle onto the thick head of the silicone cock.

Instinct alone meant Callen thrusted forward a little, parting the husky’s lips with his senseless shaft. Then he snarled and pulled back. “It’s silicone. It doesn’t have nerve endings, you dolt. Of course I can’t feel anything with it.”

This time the husky blushed, but he didn’t move completely away from Callen just yet, his hands gently teasing and stroking the shaft, idly playing with the many ridges along its length. For now the fox let him; without looking down he barely knew what John was doing anyway.

“You’re the one who put me on to this company,” Callen whined, trying his hardest to ignore the husky’s actions, not wanting to imagine would it would feel like with his actual cock there. “I can’t find any contact information for them. I need to speak to them, to try and fix this. Can you help me?” He hated sounding so pathetic, but there wasn’t really much more he could so.

John didn’t say anything, and it was only a gentle sucking noise that made Callen look down to see the husky taking his cock in his muzzle again. The fox rolled his eyes and forcefully pulled his friend up again. “Well? This is important.”

“I should have their information lying around somewhere,” John said, tapping his chin. “ButI want you to let me do something first.”

“What?” Callen asked suspiciously, already having a good idea what the husky wanted.

“I want to ride it,” John replied with a quiet whine. A quick glance down confirmed that the husky was already quite erect, his cock straining at his clothes.

Callen put his hand on his cock, not even able to get close to wrapping around it. “It’s too big for you though,” he said weakly, knowing that would be of little deterrent to John, who had likely taken much bigger anyway.

John placed his hand over Callen’s, slowly pulling it away before running his tongue over the ribbed silicone. “I’ll go get the lube shall I?” he said, jumping up and scampering away towards Callen’s bedroom.

“Uh, yes, it’s in the…” Callen replied, trailing off when he realised the husky knew exactly where to go to find it. He really didn’t know how to feel about what was about to happen, aware that he was going to get no pleasure out of it at all, and would likely only end up making up even more worked up with no way to release. This was going to be a big mistake, he knew, but at the same time was aware that he needed John’s help.

The excited husky returned just a few moments later, already sliding down his trousers as he did so, shirt draped over his shoulders. By the time he reached the sofa he was completely naked, throwing his clothes without ceremony onto the floor.

“Shall we start then?” John asked, bounding like a little puppy begging for a treat.

“I guess so,” Callen replied, pulling himself up so he was leaning more against the back of the sofa, spreading his legs wide to give the husky room.

John opened up the lube, squeezing a little out and rubbing it over the silicone cock. Making sure to slather it all nicely. He grinned as Callen shivered and gasped. “See, you can feel it a bit?”

Callen shook his head. “You idiot. You got some on my balls,” he snapped back, annoyed that the husky had drawn his mind back to his complete lack of sensitivity on the one part of him that should be the most. At least his balls would still tingle in response to touch, though that would only end up making it worse, adding to his arousal.

Raising his tail, John slowly backed up between Callen’s legs, the sight of the husky’s tailhole making the fox whimper with need. He couldn’t help but push up a little, hearing John moan as he felt a little resistance in his groin.

“Easy there, so big,” John whimpered, placing a steadying hand on Callen’s leg. He wiggled his rump, making the silicone shaft sway in the fox’s crotch. Slowly, the husky started to ease lower, moaning as he slipped over each ridge with a little pop.

Callen almost felt like yawning despite hearing the husky’s moans of arousal. All he felt was a slight pushing on his groin where the silicone cock was being pressed into him, but that was it. He rested his head back against the sofa, trying his hardest to ignore what was going on between his legs.

“Oh fuck yeah, that’s good,” John whined, his tail wagging and catching Callen across the chest a few times. The fox relented and looked down, seeing the husky had almost completely taken his cock. He had to admit, he was kind of impressed. He hadn’t actually thought John would be able to do it, but a few moments later he could feel the husky against his crotch, fully impaled upon the thick silicone cock.

“Ok, you’ve taken it all. Will you help me now?” Callen said, leaning back into the sofa, idly plucking at the cushions with his hands.

“Not until you’ve fucked me,” the husky replied, his voice unsteady as he slowly raised himself up a little before dropping down again with a pant. He glanced back at the fox, tongue hanging out from his muzzle.

Callen sighed, shifting his hips a little and raising his hands to hold on to the husky’s shoulders, bracing him in position. He slowly rolled his hips forward, relying on John’s loud moans and gasps to know he was actually sliding in to the husky’s rear.

“That feels amazing,” John gasped, straining back against Callen’s hands as he tried to hilt himself on the cock once more. The fox held him back for a moment, before letting the husky drop back down, whining a little as his balls bounced a little against the couch. His arousal flared, and before he knew what he was doing, he was holding John tight, pounding his rump hard.

It wasn’t enough just listening to the husky’s yips of delight, so Callen rose to his feet, still holding John in place on his cock, before turning and throwing him on to the sofa. The husky whined, but any possible protests he had were silenced the moment Callen started thrusting again.

Callen didn’t care how rough he was, nor did he think about how futile it all was, he just knew he had to fuck the husky and fuck him hard. He leaned forward and gripped the husky’s shoulders as he thrust forward, nothing to tell him how deep he was going. Judging from the aroused moans coming from the husky, at least one of them was properly enjoying it.

“I’m gonna… oh fuck I’m gonna…” John cried, his voice descending into a frenzied howl as his claws tore against the sofa.

With a concerted effort, Callen slowed down his thrusts, growling as he did so, until he came to a complete stop, his cock still buried deep within the husky. “Finished now?”

John panted, barely able to breath. “I… fuck. I never cum without anything on my cock,” he gasped, slowly shifting so Callen could see the mess the husky had made of his sofa. Now he’d need to get that cleaned as well.

Callen pulled his cock out, ignoring John’s moans of pleasure as the ridges slipped out of his rump. The fox stalked over to his bedroom and pulled a couple of towels out from his cupboard, hooking one on the end of his cock before throwing the second one over to the husky.

“Clean yourself up,” he snarled, giving his cock a few wipes with the towel to clean it of any lube still on the surface. He grunted as he dropped the towel on the floor, surprised at how easy it was to clean at least. “Then help me get rid of this.”

John grinned as he rose up to a sitting position, using the offered towel to wipe himself clean, and to mop up the worst of the cum stains on the sofa. “After that performance I’d almost want you to keep it,” he said, cringing from the black look the fox gave him. He held his hands up defensively. “Alright, boot your computer up and I’ll find them and call them up.”

Callen nodded and did as the husky asked, hating to admit that he was getting more used to the heavy weight between his legs already. He was even able to stop of from slapping against his chest with every step. Not that he wanted to be used to it. The moment John was able to work out a fix, he would be getting his old cock back.

He left the husky to do what he needed to do, retreating to his bedroom and lying down on his bed for a while. His hands idly stroked his cock as he stared at the ceiling, waiting, just waiting. After a while he heard John’s voice. Evidently he had found a phone number at least. The phone call seemed to go on for quite a while, with lots of periods of silence, before Callen finally heard the husky approach his bedroom.

The husky’s expression did not reassure Callen.

“Well I have some good news and some bad news,” John said nervously, still holding the phone in his hand.

“Tell me it can be fixed,” Callen said, swallowing hard, fearful that he might be stuck with this senseless thing for the rest of his life.

John nodded. “Oh, it can be fixed. They have something that’ll revert it back again, no problem. But that was the good news. The bad news is they don’t have any, and will need to put a special order in for you.”

“How… how long?” Callen asked, dreading the answer.

“About six weeks.”