(Oh god, it looks bigger from this end.)
Pete tried to ignore the sight of his own cock pointing at his face, but it couldn’t be avoided. Mentally he cursed himself for his careless wish on the lamp for blowjobs every day. “That’s dangerous, Master. Magic takes words literally. Are you really, really sure that’s what you want, Master?” the djinn had asked, to which he’d nodded peremptorily. “Granted then, Master. Enjoy them,” said the djinn as he vanished.
When his girlfriend Ellen came home she removed her pumps and got on her knees, and Pete relished the moment as she unzipped his pants. But the next thing he knew, he was the one on his knees in a black dress and staring straight at his own cock.
“Ellen, is that you in my body?” Pete asked tentatively. “What is this?”
“Silly girl, that’s my cock, isn’t it obvious? And why are you calling me Ellen? I’m Pete and you’re Ellen, so don’t flip out on me just because you’re tired from a long workday. I expect you to work on this thing which has been waiting all day for this moment,” said Ellen in Pete’s body. “Right now, that’s what I want.”
The compulsion to obey was irresistible. Pete, now having lost his peter, gasped and prepared to give the best oral sex he could offer to the man of the house, which was now expected of him every day.
