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A Part of You

The door to your apartment rattles as you try to open it with two straining fingers, the rest being taken up by an armload of groceries. Yukai steps in to help you. You are so glad he's here.

“Hold on."

Your apartment door pushes open, and you stagger into the already cluttered kitchen.

“Thanks."

You set your things down and hastily start putting things away. You really shouldn't have left the place like this! Some dishes are still out from the night before. There are too many pans to fit in the tiny cupboard, and you'd rather not think of the bathroom. No, your mind is currently on the bedroom, as it has been since Yukai showed up.

The shorter man steps in behind you and helps put a few things away.

“Oh, I've got it." You say. “Go put your own stuff in the bedroom. I'll be done in two seconds."

He carries on.

“Nah. It's fine. Besides. I kinda wanted to pour us a drink right away."

“Starting early? Well, I guess you ARE here. I don't get to see you enough!" You turn and give him a close hug around his back. He freezes for a moment or two before setting down the bottle he was retrieving from it's bag.

“You know I can't hug you back like this, right?"

“That's okay. I'm enjoying myself." He chuckles.

“Then you'll be thrilled later." You start blushing almost at once and withdraw from the hug.

With everything away, Yukai makes good on his promise and pours out two shots of the cheap watermelon vodka he was so excited to get. It's not your favorite. You didn't think it was his favorite either. You're sitting on the couch trying to find something to cuddle to when he brings you your glass. You reach up and take it. The glass is warm in your fingers.

“You couldn't wait one hour so this could chill? It's been so hot out lately." Yukai plops himself down next to you and sips the top of his glass as if it's something one would savor.

“It's not terrible warm. But that's not what we do with shots now is it?" He downs his in one gulp, as is proper. Well, you'd be a fool not to join him. You tip yours back with a practiced hand. He's a complete liar. It is terrible warm. You've drank worse though. It's warmth spreads all the way down to settle in your stomach. You make a face and set your glass down.

“Ah. Like that?"

“Yeah. Just like that."

You finally pick something to watch. You don't really care, to be honest. This is cuddle-time. Yukai is being more confident than usual. He's got you wrapped up in front of him, clinging on to you like a backpack. Every so often, he'll sneak a hand in to scratch your back, or lean in for a quick kiss on the neck. Things were definitely going to heat up by bedtime.

“Do you really have to go on Sunday?" You ask. You wish this could last forever, but you'd take a couple more days. The distance between you can be hard to grapple with sometimes. Having him around is always a treat, but when he's gone, it doesn't take long to get lonely again.

“You know I can't stay. I wish I could." He pauses. A long pause. Your attention is almost back on the movie before he speaks again. “What would you be willing to do to come back with me?"

“Ha. Yeah, that would be awesome. I can't really afford a trip out there again so soon. Besides, I have so much other stuff to do. This would all be easier if we could finally move in together." He heaves a sigh.

“Yeah, I know. But really though. What would you do?"

“Anything. It would be so, so nice. I'd finish that terrible warm candy-water right here and now! Heh heh." Yukai gets up at once, rudely interrupting cuddle-time.

“Then I'll hold you to that!"

“Oh, God. No! I didn't mean it!" You beg, but it's too late. He's fixing another glass for you. “I still have my glass over here."

“I know." He calls. He brings you another. This one is even warmer. Almost hot.

“Ug. Seriously?"

“I've never heard you complain about alcohol before. What's gotten into you?"

“Fine." Down it goes. Damn. This one is very hot going down. The feeling doesn't really go away either. It just sticks in your stomach like a little flame. This stuff is harsher than you thought. “Oof. Yeah, that's gonna be enough of that. Does this mean I can go with you when you leave?" A coy grin crosses Yukai's face, like he's got a funny joke to tell, but he's keeping it to himself.

“Yep. It sure does. You'd better pack up by tomorrow."

“Nice." You two return to the movie. He slides in behind you again, making sure to hug you close.

The movie isn't even half over yet, and it's getting difficult to keep from squirming. Yukai isn't helping with his constant kisses and nibbles. You take a deep breath in. He must have noticed. He runs a hand around your hips, digging between your legs.

“How are you feeling?" Pretty strange, actually. You figured you'd be horny at some point tonight, but not like this. Almost against your will, you grind backward against him. There's a dull pressure deep inside you. You need to be touched, way up inside your ass. A pressing warmth tickles up your shaft, and you clench both the couch, and your asshole.

“Mm. Pretty fucking horny. Um. Hey. Would you mind maybe…" He's a step ahead of you. He slips his hand down the back of your pants to rub your butt through your underwear. His middle finger probes once, twice, running up and down, so dangerously close to where you'd really like to be touched.

“I think I know what you want. We don't do this too often though. Are you sure?" His voice is caring, but he also knows the answer as well as you do.

“Please fuck me." He gives a confident chuckle, and withdraws his hand.

You are on the bed, on all fours, before you know it. Your bare ass is pushed back, presented. Your pants lie on the floor, forgotten. Your underwear is beneath you, in a half-hearted attempt to catch your future cum. In your haste to prepare, you've kept your socks and shirt on. That almost makes it hotter. That feeling from before is only growing. Something is definitely wrong about that. It shouldn't feel this way. You can feel your heartbeat softly pulsing deep inside. It must be your prostate, come to think of it. Every twitch it makes sends a faint electricity down your shaft, making it bounce and your balls pull up.

Yukai is taking his sweet time lubing up back there. You turn to look and see him admiring your desperation while he gets himself slick for you.

“All set." He puts the little bottle of lube down. The weight of his knees on the bed freezes you solid. It's coming. He positions himself behind you, and takes a grip around your thighs. “Ready, sweetie?"

“Oh my God, yes."

“Here we go then. This is going to be special." What did he mean by- oooooh! Just his tip probing for a way in sends a warm wave down your legs. He takes it slow, perhaps enjoying how much you're squirming. Once, twice, his tip nuzzles in deeper, but never pushing the whole head in. He pulls it away, adjusting his grip. The couple seconds of downtime give you the mental space to wonder why he isn't using a condom this time. You were so needy you didn't notice. Not that you're going to ask him to put one on now. Why is he hesitating? You hear him sigh.

“Ah, okay. We're ready." He pushes in again. This time, he doesn't stop pushing. The head strains against the entrance for an exquisite second before popping in, taking in half his length.

“Aaahm." Your back arches out of instinct, and your mouth hangs open, drawing hot breath. That throb in your prostate isn't shutting up. You push your ass back against you, urging him to hit it, to go deeper. You hear him chuckle, a little breathless already.

“Heh heh. It's so cute to see you like this. Just wait. You'll be way cuter is a second." He gives several rolls of his hips, thrusting properly now. After a couple, he dares go deeper. You're taking his whole length now, and that head nudges against where you need it most.

It feels like electricity is buzzing between them, and you let out an animalistic moan before you can stop yourself. You moan again, because he's not done mashing your button. Now that he's picked up speed, he's merciless. Are you going to cum right here? Just from this?

The hot waves going down your legs turn into a firm pressure. Your own cock tenses up. Your balls rise. Your asshole clenches down, and you blow whatever you've got onto the bed.

“Hmm!" Five, six, seven pulses. It's not stopping. It's never been like this. The tension is starting to become uncomfortable. You can't catch your breath. He's still pounding your insides. You can hear his breath coming faster too.

“Aw, yeah. Here it comes. I can feel it fusing." Fusing? Ah, no. No questions. Only cum. As your orgasm tapers down, though still throbbing, his is just beginning. His cock head is pressed hard against your prostate, spreading warmth and wet. You can feel each throb of his shaft in detail. By the time he's done you swear you can feel it all the way up to the base.

“Ah… Holy fuck. Yukai, I love you so much." Finally, you've got a little air back in your lungs.

“I love you too, Keero." He goes to pull out, gently, but something tugs from the inside. He's created some pressure in there or something. He's threatening to pull your guts out with him. He pushes back in, then leans back out, testing. Each time it's the same. He's truly stuck in there.

“Wow. It's started. How does this feel? Does this hurt at all?"

“It's a bit uncomfortable. You can't pull out?"

“Ha ha. Nope. We'll be suck like this for a bit."

“Wait, why? What do you mean: It's started?" Now that you aren't so fucking needy anymore, this isn't quite adding up. You look back at him, and almost turn before you pull inside again and think better of it. He's got a sheepish look on his face.

“I uh… Well, I figured since you said you'd do anything to come back with me, this would be a good way to do it." A weird pressure is spreading from inside your ass. The pull isn't the same as it used to be. It's not just his tip. His whole shaft is stuck.

“What did you do?" You ask, a bit of annoyance covering up some anxiety.

“I slipped something into your drink."

“You what?!"

“Nothing harmful! It's a potion I picked up. It wasn't cheap."

“Those things are super experimental and potentially dangerous. Wouldn't you at least ask me first? What the hell is it supposed to do?" It did seem to give you one of the best orgasms of your life. Still, it's not okay to just slip someone something like that. He blushes and looks away.

“It's supposed to turn you into my cock." You look away. You're… going to be a cock? To be honest, you've thought about turning into a bunch of stuff before. Now that it's happening for real though, it hits different. There's no going back now. What he said before makes sense now. He's fusing to you already. Even a surgeon would have trouble taking you apart, and it's only going to get worse. You're going to have to ride this out. Your body can't deny it kind of enjoys this finality, if the redness of your cheeks is any indication. You look back again.

“Seriously? I mean… You can't just-"

“You talk about TFing into stuff all the time! I thought it would be a cool surprise."

“This is for real though! And who knows if it can be reversed!"

“It says it can! A uh… 90 something success rate. I forget the number. I'd need to look at the bottle again, and well… it's gonna be odd to move around until you get smaller." Smaller? Good lord. This is happening.

“That's a pretty important number! Damn…" Your arms are getting tired. You lean down on your forearms on the bed and heave a sigh and try to take stock. You don't feel much different right now, besides the pressure in your guts that you now realize is your ability to feel Yukai's cock like it was your own. What else was going to change? Cocks don't have lungs. You take a deep breath in and out. It all seems clear. A sick curiosity comes to mind.

“Hey… Do I have an asshole anymore? What's it like back there?" Yukai smiles.

“I knew you'd get into it."

“That doesn't make slipping me potions okay!"

“Do you wanna know?"

“Yes…" He looks down, thumbing one of your cheeks back for a better look. The way the skin tightens feels wrong. Way too smooth.

“Not really. Kind of a ring of discoloration around my dick, but it's one continuous stretch of skin now. That was fast. Honestly, it's kinda weird for me too."

“Oh yeah?"

“Yeah. I can't really feel my dick anymore. It's there, I think. But it's all spread out and faded. If that makes any sense." The reality of the situation is still hitting you. Some darker possibilities emerge, and your breath catches in your throat.

“What if… what if I'm not conscious when it's over? Is it like dying?" Yukai leans down over your back and hugs you close.

“No no no. Shh. I did a little research. I would never do that to you."

“Well?"

“They say you're still there after. You just can't feel or think anything but touch. We aren't the first ones to try this."

“Well thank God for that." His hug tightens. It's nice.

“You'll still be here. I promise. And I'll turn you back as soon as we're back at my place. Okay, sweetie? You'll be alright."

“You ought to be the one melting into a cock from the inside out. Hmm… I guess it's not the worst thing."

“See?"

“Yeah. So, we just cuddle here for a while?"

“Yep. Tell me everything you feel. We can even look up at the mirror if you like." He gestures to the full-length mirror on the wall, with a perfect view of the bed. It's there for bedtime purposes, but this new use is much better.

With a bit of a struggle, you both manage to lay on your sides together, with you facing the mirror. From this angle, you would never know anything was amiss. You think about taking your shirt off, but it will make a good measure of how much you've changed.

“How long did this say it takes?"

“Two days, give or take. It says stimulation makes it go faster."

“That's a while." You say, idly. You are a bit relieved you'll have some time to adjust and take it in.

“Yeah. Enjoy having hands and feet while you can."

The two of you lie here for a couple hours, just cuddling. It's not like you can go anywhere. The light from the window grows softer and golden. Yukai wraps his arms around your midsection. His fingers brush up your chest, and he leans in to kiss your neck every so often. When you started this cuddle, it was nice. By then end, it's different. His touch makes you take a sharp breath in. Your core tenses on it's own, in anticipation. He seems to pick up on that.

“Oh. You like that, huh?"

“It's weird. Your fingers make my skin light up."

“I can feel you tense up."

“Really?"

“Yeah. To be honest, it's a lot like a cock sensing touch." You cheeks grow hot, and your core muscles pull tight again. The red in your cheeks doesn't go away. A dull heartbeat grows in your ears. It's a bit embarrassing, not having control over basic body functions. You try to pull your legs up. At first they don't respond. They both twitch, like your muscles couldn't stand the strain. Why are your legs so weak?

It's been a while. It's time to evaluate in the mirror. You've had your eyes closed for much of this cuddle. When you looked up now and then, you didn't notice much. Now that you're paying closer attention, your shirt is a bit loose on you. You see yourself staring back. Your face is rosy, and you could swear you've gained a big of weight in your cheeks especially. You lift one leg up, with some effort. Much of your leg hair has withdrawn, but the hair that's stayed is thicker and longer. Some of them even curl back on themselves. Underneath, the skin is loose. Not quite hanging off your calves, but you suppose that's only a matter of time. These legs would be useless in another few hours. Yukai's legs behind it gives a perfect perspective. You aren't the tall one anymore. In fact, you two are about the same height now. He chuckles behind you.

“Who's the short one now?"

“Come on. Is that what you're thinking ab-" You suddenly cough. It's wet, like there's something in your lungs. After a couple good coughs, the wet comes up, and hits your tongue. You'd know that salty, subtly bitter taste anywhere. With a curious finger, you take a bit out to confirm your fears. A clear string forms between your finger and thumb.

“Pre?" Your core tenses again. Yukai likes that. How did you know that? With a searching hand, you cup around your own cock and balls. Looking down at them is more difficult than you anticipated. Your neck is stiff.

You are rock hard. Yet it doesn't really feel like much. It's definitely smaller than you are used to by a good half inch. What's even more obvious is how close your balls are drawn into your body. The scrotum is easily half what it used to be, and your balls can't really hang freely anymore. Without a second thought, you start to stroke yourself. Your mouth hangs open, taking rattling breaths. Yukai gives a soft moan behind you, and hugs you closer.

“Can't help yourself, huh? That feels weird, but in a good way."

“You can…" You take a deep breath. “Feel that too?" To be honest, your own pleasure is dull down there. You can feel a slowly building pressure, but it's nowhere near the burns and rushes of a good handjob. In fact, the more you stroke, the more you realize most of your pleasure is coming from your core. A soft glow is rising from deep on your belly, and ticking up your spine. Even the palm of your hand feels sensitive. Your fingers twitch when you get a rush, forcing you to stop for a moment. Your turn your hand over to see the lines of your palm have vanished. It's just a blank, puffy patch of skin that throbs softly. Your fingers are fatter, and you find you can't quite make a full fist anymore.

Yukai runs a hand up your side, sending a tickle running into your head.

“Don't stop now. We're almost there. Here. Maybe this will help you." He grips the back of your neck, and starts to give you a deep massage. Down your shoulder blades. Up the back of your head. It's more than working a tight muscle. It's being touched far more intimately. Every kneed of his fingers makes your shallow, wet breath come faster. You push your head back against his hands, your own still feverishly trying to masturbate. Little electric pulses move from his fingers directly into your brain, it seems. It's also dull compared to what's going on deep down in your guts. There's a building pressure. An inner firmness, like you can't unclench your stomach. Even where your ass used to be starts to throb.

“Keero." Yukai says, a bit breathless himself. “I can feel more of your body. It's on fire. It's like having a huge dick, with so many more sensitive places." Those words make your guts pull tight again, and you both squirm. It's coming soon. Just a bit more. What's even going to happen? Your pitiful, puffy hand is still working your shrinking shaft with desperation. It's all you can do to reach it. Your elbow is at full extension. Yukai keeps kneading the back of your neck with one hand, but the other moves back to your chest, and starts to stroke you down to your crotch and back up to your throat. It's coaxing something out of you.

Your first warning is Yukai's moan. He stops stroking you and just holds you close. You can feel him throb hard down where your ass used to be. But then, as if on that cue, your whole abdomen pulls tight. It's slightly painful, yet electric. Your thoughts fade as your head points up on it's own power. You keep stroking your own cock right to the very end. A wet pressure releases from it in a muted throb, and you spill the last of your seed onto the bed. It's such a relief. Your hand let's go, overcome by what's happening to the rest of your body. You can't move. You can only take sharp, rhythmic breaths in and out to the beat of Yukai's heart. Each breath get's harder to pull in, until you can't breathe anymore. The tension in your guts keeps your whole body straight, against your will. The pulse moves up your spine, and your mouth fills from the inside with cum. Not a lot of it. Perhaps a good two loads worth. You can feel it pool larger in the back of your throat with every sharp breath you try to take in, but can't. As if a plug was pulled from a drain deep in your ass, the tension and the pleasure rapidly fade. Your neck isn't so stiff, and you swallow down that load without thinking twice. Your vision is going black, with speckles of blue coming in from the periphery like static from an old television. You've got to breathe! After a couple more attempts, your airway clears, and you take a hollow draw of air.

“Uuuh!" You've never been so used; so totally at the mercy of your orgasm, or someone else's. “Uh ma gob." You mumble. Your lips are numb, and lack dexterity. In fact, your whole body feels limp and tired. That was a workout! Your head sinks into the pillow, only to find the brush of the fabric against your skin a bit too much. If you keep still, it's okay. Yukai just keeps hugging you.

“Babe. That was fucking amazing." He's sweating, only just catching his own breath. “I can't imagine what it was like for you. Can you tell me about it?"

“I uh…" It's hard to think. You're so tired. “Nop really."

“Aww. You're pretty done, huh? It progressed so quick during that. Look at you now!" Huh? Your eyes peel open. Your vision is a bit blurry. You blink a few times, but it doesn't clear. It's harder to move, that's for sure. Looking up to the mirror, you can at least see you've gotten a bit smaller. You're almost half a foot shorter than Yukai now. That was fast. Your shirt is very baggy on you now. Moving your arm back down to your crotch let's you feel how much space you've got even under the arms.

You can just barely reach your crotch. Squinting down, you see the stain on the bed where you spit the last of what you had. Your fingers don't really close anymore. They are very soft and sensitive, with barely any nail left. You rub them between your legs, only to gasp a little. There isn't much there anymore. Your balls have receded completely. Where your cock used to be, there is just a lump poking out about an inch. Feeling around with your sensitive fingertips, you don't think there's even an opening there anymore. That lump is totally smooth.

Your bottom half intrigues you more. The feeling of having two legs is starting to fade. Any skin that's bellow your crotch is becoming loose and baggy like your shirt. You can't quite reach it, but you're so curious.

“Cam you, um…"

“What is it, babe?"

“Cam you rub ma lebs?" Damnit. Why does your mouth not do what you want it to? Yukai giggles.

“Like this?" He runs a hand down your leg. Or at least where you thought your leg would be. Your flesh is so soft and giving. Long, curled hairs go the whole way down. You try to lift a leg, but you can barely flex it. Yukai's hand gently pinches up some skin to show you how much it can lift off. A good inch or so. After that, he squeezes down on your thigh, and you give a soft moan and a twitch. It's very sensitive. Almost painful.

“Mm!"

“Oh. Wow. I don't think you've got much bone under there anymore. But I don't think it's a testicle either. It's still got some growing to do. You've still got feet, kind of. Here. Feel." He leans down and rubs your foot. It too is wrinkly. There's no nails on your toes, webbing stretching between each one. The hand runs on the inside of your leg, but it stops about halfway, hitting a pouch of skin that's hanging between them. Your legs are merging. You've gotta see this. You try to turn your head down. You can manage to lift it off the pillow, but not much more. You flop onto the bed with a soft thump. The feeling of the blankets against your skin is strange at first, but comforting. Without thinking, you rub your head back and forth on them. A sudden realization hits you, and you stop. Your hair is very short. Almost gone.

“Aww. Look at you. Enjoying your new life already, huh?" You blush a bit. Oh dear. You remember well what happens when you blush. Thankfully it doesn't progress beyond that yet. Using your arms to prop yourself up on the bed, you manage to lift your head up and look down at yourself. That shirt is hanging off you like it's out to dry. Just under it, you can see the point where the smoother skin of your upper half becomes the wrinkly, hairy skin of your lower half. You kick your legs a little and watch your skin jiggle. You smile. Yukai reaches over and kisses you on the cheek.

“I knew you'd end up liking this. You're okay, right?" You nod, but your head threatens to flop back down.

“Yeah. Thf if aptually great." He puts a hand on the side of your face. It's so warm, and the pressure of his touch is so comforting, like you're supposed to have pressure around your head.

“Hey. Kiss me." You lean in, and his lips meet yours. Your lips are so thin, but you can still move them. It's your tongue that's going to cause problems first. You can feel it sticking to the bottom of your mouth, not wanting to move. Rolling it around, you feel your teeth are shorter too, sinking into your gums a bit. The warm wet of Yukai's mouth on yours is so nice. A soft stir rises in your abdomen again, and it gives you an idea you can't resist. You push your lips harder against him, trying to go deeper, trying to enter.

“Mm! Easy now." He says, and pulls away. You're disappointed for a moment, but realize that's not an ideal kissing scenario. “Were you trying to…" He gives you a funny look. You just turn away and smile. You both start to giggle.

“I think it's time to get up." Yukai says, and gives you a firm hug around the middle. “I don't think you can walk anymore, so I'll try to carry you."

“I camp wap?" There's a swing of gravity as he pulls you to the other side of the bed, and sits up. You are sitting comfortably in his lap. Your wrinkly legs almost spill over his. The hard part is holding yourself upright. Your body wants to fall forward, but you aren't at the stage where that would be comfortable just yet. Yukai holds you in place with both arms, and stands up. Your legs kick bellow you, but they never touch the ground.

“Oof. You're still a bit heavy. Heh heh. I never thought my cock would be this huge!" He gives you a teasing rub with one arm, up and down your side. It's like getting the best hug, and you lean into it.

“Wap are we gonna do?"

“I thought I'd get a quick glass of water. Maybe a snack. Then we'd shower. You're a bit sticky in places you know." Food. It's been a while. You should at least be thirsty, but you aren't at all. As you think about it, you smack your lips and feel around your mouth with your tongue. It's quite damp in there. There's a constant background taste of pre now.

“Ah domp fink I'm firsty." Yukai chuckles.

“No? You wanna try?"

“Mabye."

“Then let's walk, and hope nobody can see through your windows! Heh heh." Someone else seeing you like this, in this midway state, would be mortifying. Yet, you wouldn't mind too much. Usually that idea would get you going, but that tension in your abdomen doesn't come, or even threaten.

With careful steps, Yukai carries you back into the kitchen. As you move together, you try to look down. It's hard. Your head seems to want to point straight up, and Yukai's arms are holding you tight. You strain down, and find your spine much more flexible than it used to be. Your chest nearly folds, and your face points down to the floor. You see your puffy, winkly feet, swingling nearly a foot off the ground.

“Eesh. Does that hurt?" Yukai pulls you back upright.

“No."

“Okay." You reach the kitchen counter, but he needs a free hand to get himself a glass. “Can I uh, lean you on the counter? I know I don't usually sling my meat onto your furniture, but it's gonna be a lot easier." His comment is nice, but again, no reaction.

“Uh huh. Ips okay. Jus be gemtle." He tilts you down until your chest presses against the cold kitchen top. Your head eases down to rest after. Oddly, beyond the initial cold, it isn't that uncomfortable. Perhaps bones are what makes such things painful. You aren't sure how many of those you have left, but the ones you do seem softer. At this prone angle, you truly do feel like his dick for the first time. Just down here, hanging out. If you were smaller, he could just forget about you entirely.

The clink of the glasses is dull and muted. Your hearing might be failing along with your eyesight. You suppose that's not going to stop. What is it like to be blind, and deaf? Only your skin to tell you what's going on? That, and your partner's heartbeat, of course. It's always warm back there, where you connect. You don't even think to call it your ass anymore.

Your face drags along the countertop. You are a little sticky. It hurts your skin a bit, and you let out a soft grunt. You hear the water running. He takes a drink then fills it up again. With one hand, he lifts your head up off the counter. It peels up, giving your head and neck a strange, overstimulated sensation. He tips the glass up to your lips.

“Still wanna try? I'm kinda just curious myself." You look at the glass of water in your face. You aren't thirsty. Your head couldn't fit into that glass yet. But you wonder if you even can anymore.

“Okay." He helps you. Your hands cup both sides of the glass, but it's heavy. You open wide, but still end up spilling some onto the floor. The cold rushing into you isn't pleasant, but you are able to retain a mouthful. It's at this point you'd swallow, normally. You try, but nothing happens. Such a natural, reactionary body function now seems very complex. You have to think about it very hard. Three times. Four times. Finally, the water simply forces its way further down your throat, and you take it in.

“Ug. Okay. No more." You manage to say. He puts the glass down and gives a shiver that you can feel too. You swear the skin of your legs lifts and tightens on its own.

“Oo. Yeah. I felt how cold it was. I can still feel it, actually. How is that sitting?"

“Nop great." Where the water is sitting, down in the base of your torso, there's a slowly building pressure. Yukai shifts his weight uncomfortably. That pressure is further back into him. You think you know what it's for, and you can't say you're thrilled.

“Hey, Keero. I thought we might have to deal with this, but uh… How do you feel about peeing?"

“Leps gep ip ober wif."

Yukai lifts your head off the toilet seat where you were bracing with what strength remains in your arms. The taste wasn't as intense as you thought it would be, but maybe that's just what all your senses but touch are doing right now. It still wasn't pleasant.

“How are you doing with that? It was weird for me. I pushed, but it felt like it had a lot longer to go before it came out."

“Ahem… leps juf nop talk aboup ip."

“Yeah. Sorry. Hey, you look like you could use a shower, huh? Let's get you all hot and slippery. Hm hm hm." That does sound nice. With one hand, he turns the shower on, and waits for the water to warm up. He steps in carefully with his back to the water. You can't feel it at first, but what trickles down his front runs around the place you two connect. It catches and cascades down your drooping legs.

“Mm." Yukai cups some of the water and rubs the base of your torso with it. Just the warmth is so cozy, but his hand is enough to make you close your eyes. The texture of your new skin is different when wet. His hand has more friction. You are so acutely aware of that. It's all you can think about until he turns, and the water pelts your face. It's a bit too much at first. You squint your eyes, wanting to lift your arms up to protect yourself. You can't quite get them up that high anymore, but it doesn't matter. The pelt of the warm rain is all-encompassing. You are being hugged not only by Yukai's arm, holding you steady, but the water sticking to you. With your eyes closed, your ears filled with the rush of the water, you can imagine for the first time what it might be like to be only touch. A soft tension rises in your belly. Yukai likes to watch you like this, you think. Again, you are unsure how you know that.

“Let's get you clean." He says. It barely wakes you from your trance. The smooth feeling of a bar of soap being rubbed over your sides, your chest, down between your legs where there's nothing but skin becoming looser. You're slippery. Yukai's fingers work it in, going up higher around your shoulders. His fingers draw your attention to how narrow your shoulders have become. A fold of skin is lifting off them, stopping just at your thickening neck. The base of your cheeks have a subtle flare to them. The flesh is puffy, and so, so sensitive. You hiss a sharp breath when the soapy fingers run over them.

“You are looking more like a cock every time I check. I don't think you'll need that shirt back by the time we get out."

“Dibbint it say ip top two dabs?" Yukai paused, trying to understand what you just said.

“Oh. Yeah, it's two days. You're still big, and you've got your arms and legs still, mostly. You've got a lot of shrinking to do. I'd say you're about a quarter done?" He stopped rubbing your head. You nudge your cheek into his hand.

“More?"

“Oh. Heh heh. My bad. Yeah, let's finish cleaning you up." His fingers seem so much stronger than they usually do. They kneed your soft flesh like fluffing a pillow. The slippery soap is wonderful, but so is the rougher feeling you get when his fingertips drag down your chest once it's thoroughly rinsed. The faint smell of the soap is pleasant, but it's clear you won't get to enjoy that much longer. You nose is already pushed in, and hard to breathe out of.

Those soapy hands wash your underside as well. As he rubs the base of your leg, you get a sudden jolt of pain. Even he seems to react to it.

“Ee! Wow. Those are sensitive now, aren't they? Let's be careful with those." Gently, he runs his hand around the wrinkly skin of your legs, the pouch where your crotch used to be. It's so odd to feel your skin pulling and giving, but it's almost as nice as having your head rubbed. That tension in your abdomen grows. You find yourself looking upward without meaning to. You catch yourself begging him in your own mind to rub you, to make you harder. You love to be hard. You want to feel your whole body throb to his heartbeat. That beat is already fading in softly at your base. You hear him heave a sigh behind you, and give you a single stroke with the crook of his arm.

“Mm. That wash was just what you needed, huh? You know what? I got an idea, but it requires us getting out of here and drying off. Can you hold it that long?" No, you immediately think. Why can't he rub you now? You just let out a little moan. He turns the water off anyway. “Aww, I know. This must be intense for you. I can feel some of it. Some of you." He cups a hand under you and draws it up your stomach to your neck. Your skin pulls with it a bit, furling under your chin and your flare. You just gasp once, and feel him throb through you.

You two get out, and he puts a towel over you. The texture is so tickly! It's a little too much. He roughly pats you down with it. The feeling of your wet skin drying in the open air is intense and new. He stops in front of the bathroom mirror, still carrying you. The mirror is a bit foggy, but your eyesight is also getting worse.

“I can tell you're progressing even since we got up. See your flare coming in?"

“Mop rewi." Oh no. Your words are barely understandable anymore. You try a couple more times, but it only gets worse. It's a bit frustrating. Yukai leans down and kisses the top of your head.

“It's okay. Here, let me take you closer." You feel your belly press against the bathroom sink. Your stubby arms extend and you touch the damp glass with your sensitive, fat fingers.

Your face has lost definition. Your nose is pushed in. You have no eyebrows, and very little head hair left. All the skin of your face is puffed out, threatening to form around your eyes. Your mouth is not only thin, but it's lifting higher on your face. You open it and realize it's starting to reform to open vertically, not horizontally. Right now, it's kind of doing both, opening in a smooth circle. You flex it a few times, fascinated by its alien appearance. You can just barely see teeth in there, being swallowed by gums. Your tongue can barely lift off the bottom of your mouth anymore.

You take a couple wet breaths. It's hard to get enough air. Was it too humid in here?

“Ookai? Ah camp… camp breef." He leans in, still holding you.

“Huh? You can't breathe? I mean, I think that's part of it. At some point, you aren't going to breathe anymore. I hadn't really thought about how scary that might be. Are you okay?"

“Ips… Ips scawy."

“Shhh. You're going to be okay. You're a cock. You're my cock. Let this ride out. Listen to me breathe. See?" He takes a deep breath in. “Ahh… We are connected. I can breathe for us both." It's weird. When he took that breath, you felt a bit better. That only lasted a second or two before you felt like you had to try to take another one yourself. Your alien mouth opens to suck in more air. There's resistance. It's hard to draw it in. Wet catches in your lungs, if you got much lung left. Your muscles aren't built to pull air in, and neither is your throat.

“K-Kep… Ar…" You mumble.

“Keep breathing? I am, Keero. Listen." He takes a deep breath right in your ear. It's comforting. “Let's take you to bed." You barely hear him. You move, and soon you flop onto the blankets again on your side. Yukai is still hugging you close, and still taking large breaths for you.

You realize you forgot to breathe for all that time. Your brain tells you you have to try. You strain against the wet resistance in your lungs a couple times. You're drowning. No air goes in anymore. Your feeble little arms grip the sheets.

“Shh. You're okay. Just feel me breathe. In… Out." He strokes your belly with one hand. “Only touch. Remember?" His hand does feel nice. No! Can't breathe! Can't. But, you are still awake. You should be passing out about now, but you aren't. You just feel the gentile heartbeat of Yukai in your ears.

“Ee… Oc…" You try to let him know you are still here. He lifts your head up to look you in the eyes.

“You're okay." He feels you mouth and nose with a hand. “You're not breathing. You're okay? Can you nod?" Feebly, you push your head forward twice.

“Ya… ya…"

“Geez. You can't really speak anymore, huh? That's gonna make this harder. I'd ask you if it's weird to not breathe, but I guess you are handling it. I'll try to keep us well-supplied with oxygen." To be honest, you are still trying to get over it. It's okay if you aren't thinking about it, but as soon as you do, your brain wants you to panic, and try to suck in another breath. You wish you could tell him that.

Yukai is quiet for a few minutes. You're just laying here on your side, naked and getting smaller. It's getting drastic. When he speaks, his voice comes from above you. Squinting into the mirror isn't very helpful anymore. When you squint, you feel the puffy skin around your eyes crease. Your tiny arms reach up to touch it, but they just weakly twitch. They might not be long enough anyway. It's about now you realize this is when you stop acting human, and start being a cock. There are few human things you are capable of now. The only things you have left are your sight and hearing, and those are fading fast. Even the useless stubs that are your hands and feet will disappear soon. You wonder if your heart stopped beating a while ago and you never noticed. There is of course a strong heartbeat going through your core, but that's obviously Yukai's. It's getting stronger too.

You are filling up again. This time though, an unearthly tingle moves from your base all the way to your head. The trob from Yukai's strong heart is pounding in your head. It's making it impossible to think. All you want to do is surrender to this feeling. Without even meaning to, you arch your back, lifting you head up off the bed for a moment before pushing back against the sheets. Yukai's blood surges through you much harder when you do that. Yukai speaks, but it's muffled under the surge of blood in your ears.

“Mm. Looks like you responded. Here. Before your eyesight goes away entirely. You wanna play a little game?" The light of his phone lowers into your vision. Was his phone always so big? It's a tablet! On screen is one of your favorite TF commissions! You watch from panel to panel as a clueless young man is slowly turned into a rabbit while searching for easter eggs. You love to take stock of each little change: how his ears tilt back, lengthen and point; how his posture is forced forward and down; how his clothes become baggy and useless. You are clearly horny right now, giving how hard your core is, and how hot and throbbing the new skin around your head is. This should be making you squirm. You still like to look at it, but it's not doing anything for you. Yukai switches the image to more of your TF, but the result is the same. If fact, you start to deflate a bit. The heartbeat isn't so loud. You feel slack.

“Nothing?"

“Mm… M-m." That's all the sound you can muster right now. He gets the point.

“I thought it might work this way. I wasn't sure when it would take effect. Now let's try this." The image changes. Poor, bound furries being covered in latex goo. Some of them have feeding tubes inserted into their mouths and asses. It seems like they'll be good drones. Another image shows a fox slipping on a flexable pair of latex stockings. They hug his animalistic paws unnaturally tight. In the next panel, the socks begin to liquefy, and creep slowly up his thighs. This is what Yukai really likes, but you still feel nothing new. You'd guess you're half-hard at the moment, and still deflating.

“Only one last thing to try. I wasn't watching those. I wanted to see if you'd react to them on your own. We're going for it now." You feel him shift his weight into you, the warmth of his bare chest on your back. You want to squirm into it, but you lack the power.

In front of you, the phone flicks though some of the same latex images. Yukai hums with satisfaction.

“Yeah. That's a good one. See? This little guy has no idea. His just a cute boy who wants some cute socks. But no. Now he's a drone." To a steady rhythm, you are filled back up with Yukai's pleasure. You don't care what caused it. You just need to feel this way longer. Not enjoying your TF porn anymore is odd, and all this latex stuff was never your thing. Though droneification was a bit like TF. Another surge of blood sends your body ridged. That warm, prickling wave flows back into you, from where your ass used to be, right through your stomach, and even down into your legs, which scarcely resemble legs anymore. In fact, you feel a movement below the loose skin. A lump detaches from the structure of your soft legs, and pulls up in pleasure. The realization that it's your first testicle makes your mind melt. You want this. You want it so much you start wiggling the other leg, trying to make it separate as well. You don't need legs anymore. You're a cock, and now, a wonderful pair of balls. With a slight thud, and a brief pang of discomfort, the other pulls up to join the other. What passes for feet on the underside lose feeling. They'll join the rest of the scrotum soon. It's not worth worrying over them.

Yukai rubs a hand along your belly. His hand has gotten so large. He can't wrap it around you yet, but his palm can cup most of your front. The way your skin slides over your solid core reinforces your new role. The way it ruffles around your neck when he strokes up makes you feel loved. He gasps from the sensation, and you would be too if you could. All you can do is surrender.

“Huuuh." You groan. You need to be touched more. Touch is everything you want. A soft tickle. A deep rub. A wet hole to push into.

“No no." Yukai says, clearly breathing hard. “We're gonna cum to this. Keep watching." He puts the phone in your face again, but at an angle he can see as well. His free hand wraps down under you so he can use the crook of his arm to stroke your lower section. He won't be able to reach your head that way. You're a bit disappointed by that, but as your blurry vision focuses on new images of drones being filled with fresh latex through long anal tubes, that steady pressure from his arm starts to build. The light of the phone bobs from side to side, but your gaze is locked forward. Out of curiosity, you try to bend, twist, turn, look around, anything. No. You are totally trapped. You can barely turn your eyes. This sudden claustrophobic panic does nothing to stop the waves of sensation pushing up you. You'd have no way of telling him to stop either. His arm keeps pumping you around your base while he hugs you close, keeping that phone in your face.

The pleasure grows. You are well familiar with the feeling. The moment during a good pawing session when you know you're going to cum. You just need a few more good strokes. To feel it from here is something else entirely. Your core turns to stone. Your head pounds. Those two lumps that used to be your thighs move back, and nestle against Yukai's warm legs, being too large to pull into him. Wet starts to drain from your mouth. You can't really taste it anymore, but you can feel how slimy it is. It's a wonderful reminder of what's going to happen soon, especially as it runs down your throbbing, hot cheek.

A new wet feeling starts down deep in your base. Those balls churn, and ache. That image of latex drones still waves in your face as your only visual stimulation. It's as if that gooey latex is rising up deep down inside you. Your mouth won't stop leaking, filling with pre.

Oh God! Like a panicked spike of butterflies in your stomach, the first wave hits you. Yukai stops stroking you, and goes rigid.

“Hooooly… Ah, fuck! Keero, this…" He's panting for air. You can feel his arm tense around you, and when those butterflies suddenly move up your stomach and into your head, you'd scream too if you could. Your mouth is forced open. There's a rush of fluid, not just from your mouth, but from deep along your length, pressured from pulling muscles and contracting walls. Your mind goes blank, and you release the pressure you need to. Thick cum totally fills your mouth, and pumps out. The second wave hits. The butterflies race up, and you're releasing again. You aren't afraid of not being able to move anymore. You are right where you'd like to be; where you're meant to be. A third wave rocks you, this time projecting from your mouth several inches. You need to be this way. It's your purpose to do this. One more time, mercifully a bit softer. Your wide-open mouth drains the last of what's being pushed through you, and you're allowed to close it.

The warmth that settles in afterwards is nearly as good. You're done such a good job. It's like completing a difficult task you've been stressing over. Accomplishment. Pride? The thud of Yukai's heart is still strong, but it's not urging you taller and firmer anymore. It's just there, soothing the muscles that just worked so hard to deliver the load up your length, and keeping you warm. A muffled voice comes to you over the haze, and you open your eyes. One eye is coated in a layer of cum that sits heavy on your skin. The other peels open, needing to peer through a rapidly closing slit of your head-flesh. The light of the phone is gone. It's dark now. You can barely make out the edge of the bed, and the color of the sheets. There's the soft voice again.

“Keero!" Yukai's lips brush against your head. He's raising his voice in your ear? “Can you tense twice if you can hear me?" Tense? You are SO satisfied. You don't really want to. But this is important. You use the firmness still in your core to pulse up twice. Each time your face slaps into the sheets, smearing with more of your own sticky cum. It's getting cold sitting there.

“Keero, that was the best orgasm I've ever had! You are so cute now. Do you want me to describe it to you?" Slap, slap. You signal yes in the dirtiest way possible. He isn't shouting, just speaking firmly right in your ear.

“Your hands are almost totally fused down at your sides, but there's these cute little lumps with fingers that used to be your hands. Feel?" He runs his hand over them, and pushes his fingers into yours. His fingers are much bigger than yours. You've got no bones left in them. They are just skin with a bit of firm flesh underneath. His hand moves down and brushes the skin of your balls.

“Pretty much the same down here. Your legs have totally folded together." His hand pushes into your wrinkly pouch and finds one of your large testicles. “I think you finally have balls now. Maybe that's why that load was so big! You should see it. It's kind of a mess, actually. Ah well. I'll clean it in the morning when you're smaller." You love when he says things like that. “Your feet are just these lumps on the underside, mostly." He feels these too. The firmer flesh of your feet freely float on the waves of skin, not attached to anything else.

“You are much smaller already. Feel how high you come up on me." He hugs you close to his chest. Your sticky face pushes into his warm skin. It's smooth, and getting slick with cum. At least it's wiping you off. Not that you mind. It's a good reminder of your great job. You feel a sudden change in texture. A raised lump on his chest with more texture. You like it, and Yukai is kind enough to nestle you into it. “That's my nipple. Heh heh. See? You barely reach that high. It's crazy! You weren't that small when we climbed back into bed." He lifts you off his chest, and moves a thumb to push and kneed into your head. It's so smooth and giving.

“And this is what your head feels like. I'm trying not to touch your eyes. I think that's where your eyes are, anyway. They're hard to see. But feel your cute flare!" He runs the thumb under where you thought your chin was. The way you think about your head is a bit wrong now. Your face tips up, not forward. You don't have any bones left, and no shoulders. They just merge straight into your neck. All around your neck, a flare of very sensitive, spongy flesh has grown. It's threatening to push over your whole face. Your mouth is already pushing out a bit as this warm sponge forms a slight rounded tip. Yukai's thumb wipes some stray cum off your cheek.

“You're looking like a big, lumpy cock, honey. I hope you're happy in there." You are. You really are. You try to give him two more lifts of your head, but it's difficult as you deflate further. “Aww. You look so tired." He says. There's a sudden shift of movement as he pulls back into bed and draws the covers up. He keeps one hand on you to stop you from flopping around. It must be weird for him at this point, having such a massive cock. YOU are a massive cock. It makes you want to smile. But you won't be huge for long. Tomorrow you'll be close to done. Blind. Deaf. This transformation was supposed to take two days. You underestimated how quick your human features would give way, even though you're only halfway done.

“I'm kinda tired after that too. I wonder how sleep will work for you." He gives a big yawn, and settles himself down under the covers. The sheet is smooth against you. When he pulls it, it brushes quickly over your head, giving you a bit of overstimulation. When it's just resting on you, or slowly pushing, it's very nice though. “Oh. Hey. You might not be able to hear me by tomorrow. Two times is positive. Three times is negative, okay? Okay?" Oh. You pull back twice, finding a muscle deep in your base you can tug back on. It might even be his. You aren't sure when you end and he begins at this point.

“Oo. It's funny when you do that. I'm used to having control of that. I'll notice if you do it, I promise." He tucks you up close to him. Now that you aren't hard anymore, you feel so floppy. Your back bent at odd angles when he took hold of you. You just kind of fold over anything you happen to be laying on, and you've got no real muscles left to do anything about it.

“There you go. Nice and close to me. We'll have more fun tomorrow. And the day after, we're going back to my place. Only THEN will we try that reverse potion. Hm hm. Free plane ride for you in my pants. How's that sound?" Two eager tugs. Only a few hours ago you'd have asked all sorts of questions about this, but now, it sounds lovely. He agrees. “Awesome. I love you so much, Keero. Night night."

His legs shift a bit, brushing the sheet over you. You stay nestled up against his chest, a bit smushed. It's okay. You are closer to his heart this way. It's a throb of a different kind, and it's so comforting.

Only a few short minutes later, you hear his breath even out. His hug on you loosens, and you peel off him, a bit sweaty. A sudden wave of fatigue passes over you. Your poor, puffy, blurry eyes can't stay open. Maybe now that Yukai's asleep, you'll follow. You wonder how you'll be in the morning, and dream of what a plane trip will be like tucked in deep where you belong.

The feeling of your head pushing against the sheet wakes you. You're rock hard and pulsing. Your little mouth opens, soundlessly, and full of slime. The strain you are under is intoxicating. You wait for attention, but nothing happens. There's no light, and no sound. Perhaps you are blind and deaf already. There's no movement either. Yukai is still asleep.

Ah. You get it now. Yukai is getting hard in his sleep. You must wake up when that happens. The thought that you aren't going to be rubbed disappoints you. Your torso, no, your shaft is so firm. You can feel the shivers of pleasure waiting to be released. You lift your head and pull back against Yukai's foundation, forcing more blood into your head. It's wonderful, but it's only teasing you more. Yukai rolls over on his stomach. You know this because you are suddenly dragged over the sheets and crushed under his belly. His warm body is mashing you into the bed. You try to throb into him, telling him you'd like to be played with, but he doesn't respond. After another agonizing few minutes, your hope gives way. The throb starts to fade, and you can feel yourself gradually go limp. First, your head stops pounding. The tension deep at your base goes away. Then, your shaft goes loose. The weirdest part is the feeling of getting shorter, as if Yukai's blood rushing in you was keeping you tall. His weight flattens you somewhat. It's in this pitiful state, mushed under your boyfriend, a flaccid, forgotten cock, that you fall back to sleep.

This process happens twice more throughout the night. The third time you wake up, you are rock solid again. Oh great. More time without attention. But this time, you feel Yukai stir. He rolls over on his back, and you wave in the air, standing proud. You try to open your eyes, but there are no eyes to open. You listen carefully, but there's only the rush of blood in your head. Still, just from the feeling of Yukai under you, you know he's got you out from under the sheets, pointing up. Then, blissful relief. A hand gently wraps around your upper section, his pointer finger curling around the base of your head. You give a lustful throb to let him know you like it.

His hand squeezes twice around you, quickly. Why is he playing with you like that? He knows what you want. Wait. Twice? He's asking if you are okay! You wonder for a moment if you are. Thinking about it makes you a bit uncomfortable. You can't move. You can't breathe. There is only touch, and nothing else. Your body feels so alien. You have no face. Even your so-called mouth sits on the top of your head, though at this stage you feel like you are always looking straight up, if looking is the word. Your legs have fully transformed into a nice heavy pair of balls. Your scrotum is so wrinkly it folds on itself. Yukai shifts his weight and you feel a bit of that sack peel off his leg. You wish you could do that again. That felt nice.

He squeezes you twice again, harder this time. You tug back twice. You're okay. His grip loosens and he pets your underside a few times. He enjoys that you are okay. You feel gravity lean to the side for a moment or two, then tip back. He must have leaned off the bed. Suddenly, a new texture brushes against your front side. You know that material. A tissue! The thin paper feels so soft. Yukai crumples it up and brushes you with it a few times, around your head, dragging it down one side, then the other. Now he's spoiling you. His hand returns and gives you two more tugs. Hm. What does he mean this time? The tissue returns just for a second, then two more tugs. Ah! He's asking if he can jerk you off! Of course! You tug back at your base twice. Yes!

He leans off the bed again. What is he waiting for? You feel him fiddle with something up there in his hands. Then, there's a new texture. Something smooth, rubbery, thin, and slick pushes down your underside. His fingers turn it over and you feel a ring of this material pushing on your head. A condom! He runs the ring over your head, and with two fingers, draws it down past your flare. Oh my God, that feels so good. You give two tugs, your whole body bobbing there, like an enthusiastic nod.

The condom unfurls down your length. That ring is so tight on you. You're inside the walls of the condom now, wet, and surrounded. Yukai takes a gentle grip around you, pressing the slick rubbery walls over you, and starts a slow stoke. At once, a hot tingle starts to rise up from your base, as if coming from Yukai. Your balls lift and burn with need. You know they are full again. That hand takes a firmer grip, and picks up the pace. You recognize his stroking pattern. This is how he does it to himself. To you. That hard, pressing hug, moving up and down your length, is enough to drive you mad. Your thoughts focus in on the building, hot need that's spreading over you. The slick walls being ruffled by his hand are getting even slicker as your slit leaks. He picks up the pace even more. He's showing no mercy now. This is a quickie before getting out of bed. You are just here for his pleasure, and that's just where you want to be. Yes. That wet is rising. It burns. His heartbeat rushes up you. You're cumming. All of you is cumming. Your own cum fills the space around your head, pushing against the condom, but you aren't done. Pump. Pump. Yukai keeps stroking. Pump! That wet pushes through you, up your long tube. Finally, it's over. You are drowning in it. It's so warm against your whole head, like being underwater. Yukai just holds you by the base, gently rolling your balls, and running a thumb over your lower urethra, as if to push what little remains down there up. You wish you could tell him you are in total bliss right now. You just give him two weak little tugs in thanks. He pats your balls twice, letting you know he heard you. If this is what being a cock is like, you aren't sure you'd want to go back.

Yukai wipes you down gently with that tissue. It's so loving. Gravity shifts again. He's standing. Your own stiffness is rapidly fading. Slowly, your head droops down to the floor. You can't lift it, no matter how hard you try. Soon enough, you feel your own balls touch your underside, about where your neck would have been. You are folded in half, but it feels natural. You are meant to rest like this. You're tired from cumming anyway.

You are jostled a bit as Yukai bends down, and straightens again. The feeling of freely hanging from him, powerless, is intoxicating. Suddenly, fabric is pulled over your balls, then, over your hanging head. You've been stuffed, very tightly, into underwear! You won't quite fit, it seems. The smooth fabric stretches over you, holding you so firmly in place. After another lean, Yukai pulls a shirt over the rest of you, now safely out of the way. You're a big cock, but he can walk around with you now. It will be so nice to fit into these undies where you belong in just a few short hours.

You can feel when he's walking. Your now tight bulge of a body brushes his thighs with each step. After a short walk, you are pressed into a cold, vertical surface. You might not have known what it was unless you felt somewhat familiar ridges. A kitchen drawer! You stick out too much, apparently. After moving around the kitchen for a bit, gravity changes again. He sits down on the soft couch with some force, at least for you. You bounce a bit in your snug sling. His thighs hug you on both sides. After a minute or two, his hand runs down your back, through the fabric. You twitch a bit, involuntarily. He just pets you, tickling his fingertips around your sides, pushing on your balls, trying to get them to lay evenly between his legs, without success. It's comforting to know he's enjoying you. It must be nice having such a huge cock like yourself. He's also letting you know he's here. To be honest, you need the reminder. You might get lost in your own head if you didn't have something to feel. This adventure has been very stimulating so far, but most of the time, a cock just sits dormant, and forgotten until needed.

His petting stops, and he remains on the couch for a while. A long while. You wonder what he'll do next, and when he'll pay attention to you again, but he just keeps sitting here. You have no measure of time. Every so often, his leg will shift, or you'll get a subtle pulse of his blood at your base. Just little bodily things you'd barely think of as a human, but are very important to you now.

Given so much time to sit here, folded and restrained, you reflect on yourself. You can feel your loose skin become slightly damp in the underwear. You think you are sticking to your balls, becoming one, round entity. The residue from the morning playtime with the condom isn't helping. You can feel how it helps stick you to yourself. Being stuck to your balls like this is a great way to feel how much the skin of your scrotum moves. Any change in temperature, or Yukai's arousal will cause the pouch to expand or contract. Those sensitive eggs in there pull up, and hang down against your will, though if you want to, you can bring them up by tensing a strange muscle at your base. You play with that for a bit, drawing them up, feeling them move under your stuck head. It causes you to brush gently against the inside of the underwear. This of course motivates you to keep doing it. It's cozy to roll those balls under you. It's like rocking you to sleep. A hand takes you out of your trance.

His strong, large hand takes you in it's forefinger and thumb. He pinches your flaccid shaft through the fabric, and lifts up. Gradually, as if he knows, you peel your head off your balls. Satisfying. He seems to think so too. Those fingers don't let you go. They mush into your sides, squeezing and rolling. He's just playing with you. You're happy he's touching you. You give him two tugs, and he responds. Then, he lets go, and stands up.

You're walking. The air changes slightly. The underwear gets pulled down, and you bounce free. He steps over something. You can tell when his thigh leaves you. And then, warm! Warm water. It's spilling over you, soaking you. His hand comes in and slicks you up with what must be soap. Feeling how slippery you are in his hands makes you so cozy. A soft glow turns into a pressure down deep in you. You're getting hard again.

Yukai tips his hips into the water again, rinsing you off. A dull thud pulses up your shaft, lifting your head up a bit. But then, no more hands. You feel him shift around, turning in the water. He's just washing himself. You try to enjoy the warmth running over you, but there's a nagging pressure coming from Yukai. His bladder, you know now. It's not what you'd like to have coming out of you, but that pressure needs to go away. It's making you uncomfortable. Tingles and prickles run along you, and even into your balls. A tiny little knot of muscle is way back there, up inside Yukai. It's clenching, trying to hold it back. The discomfort turns into a sharp need. This is happening. A hand cups your head and aims you well. That's all the coaxing you need. With a force so much stronger than cumming, you empty onto the shower floor. It doesn't stop. That steady stream fills you up from the inside. Your mouth, or slit, is held open for it. There's no taste; only the feeling of the pressure releasing. It's quite nice once it's done. A quiver runs through both of you. Yukai brushes you with his fingers, asking if you are okay. You tug back that you are. The shower ends.

Naked, Yukai gets back into bed. You know from the soft sheets holding you up. He just sits up in bed for a bit, letting you lay awkwardly with your balls under you, your head lolling to one side, brushing the fabric.

After some time, you get restless. You're got pent up energy. The day can't be over yet, can it? Your core warms, and your head lifts up from the bed. You've cum so much already. Perhaps it's the change. You may need to cum some excess mass. Either way, Yukai's heart throbs through you, from your balls to your head, and soon you are looking up at the ceiling again. His hand wraps around you and gives you some gentile, reassuring strokes. You love his hand. The strokes aren't needy, or firm. He's just getting you nice and stiff. This isn't the time to play around! Your need to cum is so much more intense as a cock. As if sensing your need, if your involuntary tugs weren't an indication, his hand leaves you. You feel the cold air around your shaft, so wishing something would hug you and make you feel better. You strain in the air, pushing yourself up, up, like you're searching for something. A sharp poke from Yukai's finger tells you he hears you, and isn't impressed. You both lean over for a moment, then straighten again. He's fussing with something in his hands. Oh, please be something nice to play with.

His hand returns, this time slick, wet, and cold. You both shiver. He's lubing you up. Oh, you feel so ready now. You want to rub on things, just to see how they feel with your new, slippery texture.

A heavy, but giving pressure makes itself known at your tip. You push into it instinctively. So slick. You are too lost in the moment to think of what it could be to someone with eyes and ears. Yukai eases it down on you, just a little more. That yielding, impossibly smooth surface suddenly gives way to an opening. It's so tight, but with a good push, you might fit your head inside. You could fit your whole self inside. A hole! You strain and strain again, wishing so much to wiggle inside, to push and rub and thrust. It's some kind of fuckable toy. You weren't sure you had one lying around. Did Yukai bring one? Ohhh…

Those thoughts are evaporated. The toy's hole teases over your head once, twice. Your balls rise up, churning with need already. You are so stiff. Your body is hot, and pounding. Prickles of sensation dance up from Yukai and through you. Then, you enter.

The slick walls draw tight around you, constricting you in the best way possible. The hug moves down, all the way down to your balls before stopping. You are fully in, and Yukai gives you a moment to consider your position. You can't imagine anywhere else you'd rather be than in a tight, wet hole. Your soul smiles a pleasant, distracted, stupid smile. The walls move, and caress you again, drawing up your foreskin a bit. Back down, and up. You're fucking now. Every stroke reminds you of what you are, and where you belong. Especially on the entry stroke, you feel your core tense and pull, getting more and more ready to heave a load up from your poor, clenching balls underneath. You push in. Thoughts melt. Your only sensation is the electric rise of need. You slide out. You're so wet and used. You have to get back in there!

Yukai picks up the pace. Strangely, the longer you fuck, the looser these walls feel. Through the material, you feel another firm hand grip down hard, making the toy snug again. With the pace making your climax inevitable, you consider a strange thought. You're like to bury yourself as deep as you can in this tunnel. Your load has to reach far. This primal thought accompanies the building pressure and urge. Yukai's pace is shaky, and feverish. He needs this too. Pre drools from your slit, not adding much to the slick of the interior walls.

Here it comes. First, your base pulls tight, sending hot waves shaking up you, making you quiver. Your balls shift with the effort. Then, the pounding throb starts, and your shaft is filled. Yukai helps you thrust home, as deep as you can go. The toy pushes against your balls, and he holds it there, just gently rocking the toy out and back, coaxing you to spit. Thud. You release your first rope with force. The walls hugging so close to you help you feel how much your body throbs. Thud! Another hard rope. You're proud of that one. Thud. Thud. Your mind is going numb. You just have to push out as much as you can. It's so important. Thud. Thud. It's just running down your head now, but it's still coming. Maybe one more? Thud. Ahh.

You taper down. That now familiar, soft glow of satisfaction is so much better in this warm, wet place. You'd like to stay here and ride it out. Yukai hasn't moved you yet. Maybe he's recovering from this still as well. Slowly, your hard core goes slack. The walls aren't so tight. Your own cum is easy to tell from the lube. It's so thick and hot. Your head smears it against the wall as your shrink down.

You're so tired. Your job is finished, and now you're done. A brief flicker of doubt cuts through the haze. Is this it? Is you mind going? Will there only be touch now? No more thoughts. No more fear. Just stiffness, and slackness, pleasure, and texture, warmth, and cold. You pass out, and have no dreams whatsoever.

Through a fog, you are pulled from the wet toy, and wiped clean. Something keeps tapping on your back. Twice? A strange rhythm that isn't like being stroked at all. After a fashion, you get tucked away in some soft, warm place, hugged by fabric. You are so glad for your balls to rest your head against, looking down with gravity. You move with the rest of the body, around in circles. You can't imagine what the body could be doing, but it's not sending you any arousal or urination signals right now, so nothing really deserves your attention. Though perhaps that's not entirely true. Maybe you haven't been a cock very long, and are still getting used to things, but you notice a tension deep between the legs. It's not arousal. Just tension. A stress. Is he stressed?

He moves around some more, pulling on other clothes and making your fabric pouch heavy. He definitely drank some water too, but he hasn't let you release yet. His movement stops, and he takes a hold of you through the double layer of cloth. With one finger he taps your head twice. What IS that? Ouch! He flicks your sensitive head twice in a row. It makes you tug back instinctually. Tug? Tug! You tug back twice. You're okay.

It was not intuitive. The important communication method between you seems so secondary now. You are just his cock. You aren't okay, or not okay. You aren't afraid, or happy. You are just here with him. But you'll remind him you're here if he needs the reassurance. His hand grips around you, balls and all, and gives you a firm jiggle. It adjusts you in your pouch. Then you are both on the move again.

So much sitting. The legs shift back and forth, but never get up. A soft rumble under you makes you thing the floor is vibrating. Every so often, a hand will adjust how you lay with care. Tap tap. One finger on your head. You have to think hard about it before tugging back. Why are you playing these silly games? The hand seems to be satisfied with that.

You move again. Then sit. Then move, then sit. No more checking. The body is stressed again. You have an idea that might relieve some tension. You haven't been stroked for a while now. Softly, you strain against your pouch. The legs carry you someplace else, and your pouch is opened. Play time?!

Flick! Flick! Flick! A hard fingernail on your poor, soft head. It hurts a little, but it doesn't do much to soften you. Three more taps. This isn't a good stroke at all. Hold on. He wants something. He wants to check if you are okay? No. That's two. Three is negative! Are you being bad? You thought he could use some release. But perhaps now's not the time, for whatever reason. You tug back twice. You understand. Your shaft calms, and you settle back down into your pouch.

Walking, now sitting again. Sitting. Sitting. No touches. No checking. Just hidden between the legs and behind cloth. You have a lot of time to consider yourself. Of course, you remember being human not long ago. The memories are mostly touch related: the feeling of your feet on the ground, how it feels to reach out and grab something, how your tongue feels in your mouth. You recall there were other sensations, but they are like a dream; so far away. Now, you dangle at the mercy of gravity. The soft folds of your body grow hot and humid quickly. Your head spends a lot of time nestled into your scrotum, which is just fine with you. Being held in place by cloth is a small comfort. You don't have to worry about flopping or bouncing too much when he walks. You just lay here, perfectly content, and thoughts empty.

Your contentment is gradually interrupted by an urge from deep in the body. That tiny ring of muscle that holds the bladder closed is being strained. He holds it for a long time before getting up. You are freed from your pouch, pointed down, and emptied. The rush of fluid through you makes you happy. He doesn't put you away. He just rolls you in his fingers for a bit, turning your head over, pinching up your foreskin, cupping your balls. You love him too.

More sitting. Then walking. Then sitting. Time, and his movements just glaze by as you lay in your pouch, forgotten. Finally, after entering a new place, judging by the air, he sits down, and takes you out again. You flop back against his stomach, pointing up toward him. You can't quite reach the belly button, though you might if you stiffened.

He pushes something cold and hard into your side. It's smooth, like glass. Glass! He rubs the object at different angles over you. He tips it down and rolls it along your underside. He taps the bottom of it gently against your balls. Soon enough, you've developed a mental picture of what the object is. A small bottle. He's spending a lot of time on this. Why is this important? He taps your head twice. What is there to say yes or no about? What use do you have with a glass bottle? You don't tug back.

He rolls the bottle over you again. This time, he shakes it a bit, letting you feel the fluid sloshing around inside it. Tap tap. Slosh. Tap tap. The fluid is important. Come on. Think. All this rolling is making you swell up. It's hard to think about these abstract things when this happens. Your head puffs out, and lifts off his stomach, gently pulsing. Tap tap. Slosh. Tap tap.

A jolt goes though you, and it's not altogether pleasant. It's a potion to turn you back! You are suddenly quite uncomfortable in your own skin. You're just a penis, and a pair of balls. Your mind is slipping. You are only touch. Can you really go forever like this? You recall how empty your thoughts have become lately when not stimulated. Large stretches of time just melt away. Cumming is so good. Even peeing isn't that bad. You are a part of him. Of Yukai! You love him so much. You almost don't want to leave. But you'd like to be able to think straight again. You'd like to walk and grasp, to see and hear again. You tug back twice, hard.

The bottle is removed. He's fiddling with something up there. Then, a small glass rod is poked around your slit. It wants to go in you! Yukai's fingers spread you open, and the rod pushes in just a little.

It's quite uncomfortable at first, even though it's well-lubed. You are NOT used to having things in you. Yukai pauses, adjusting the rod. He's unsure too. Then, it goes a bit deeper. The interior of your urethra is so impossibly sensitive. Just the smooth glass rubbing on it gives you jolts of overstimulation that take some getting used to. Thankfully, that's as deep as it goes. The rod shifts, and clicks with what Yukai is doing on the other end.

Cold fluid runs down the rod, and deep into you. It's filling up your shaft. Somehow, it's not pooling. It's traveling down your tubes, making you feel them like you never could before. They go much longer than you might have thought! Deep between the legs, back around, and down into the balls. All cold and wet. All sensitive. The rod is withdrawn, and Yukai gives you a reassuring double squeeze in his hand. You tug back.

A vague statistic echoes in your head somehow, though all this. There's a ninety-something percent chance that this works, and you'll be human again after another lengthy transition period. It would be so nice to feel the process starting from the other side. But that means there's not an insignificant chance it doesn't work. What then? Yukai would need to seek a new potion. You could be stuck like this for some time. Hell, these are cutting edge materials. Maybe you just don't take to it, and you're like this forever!

Yukai's hand gives you some gentle strokes, pulling your foreskin up over your flare, then back down. It's making you warm again. The sensation of the potion entering you is fading, and a comforting one takes its place. The soft thump of Yukai's heart traveling up your shaft. You lift your head to face him, standing proud. You're his cock, and you're a pretty good one. His strokes aren't lazy. They are loving, coaxing. He's going to make you cum again. You just shudder and strain, and receive his love, like a good cock. You'll find out if the potion worked later. You have such an important job to do first.