"Sorry, but it seems like I should keep it. Just for now at least." You could only stare in despairing horror as your body picked up the dick and plopped it straight back onto the vacant space between the shoulders.
But, it was worse than that.
As soon as it reconnected, right in front of your eye, the shaft rose and began to thicken and lengthen dramatically. In moments, it reached the width of your body's neck and pushed out to roughly double length, around three feet long. The balls, too, swelled to the volume of melons, the whole package sagging forward slightly as the growth finished.
It seemed like the sword's magic had finalised the 'ownership' and finished what it had started.
"Wow! Didn't think that would happen!" The voice was muffled, the newly-expanded balls large enough to hang down the chest over the body's mouth. It didn't seem to mind though, and chuckled. "I was wondering about how to fit into my head again -- that vagina is a bit small now -- but I think I prefer having a dick FOR a head. You can keep yours. This feels better. It's so normal. I think I'm meant to be this way!"
The body raised a foot-hand to feel around where the shaft joined with the neck. "Yeah!" It said. "This is perfect!"
Still in shock, your eye confirmed the truth. The skin of the enlarged shaft and rest of your ... former body ... seemed to blend together seamlessly, like they simply belonged together. You bit back a growing feeling of helpless fear as the sword's magic tried to convince your brain that this was reality, tried to tell you that the dick-headed body was logical and innate and reasonable, was SUPPOSED to be how it was.
This wasn't right, was it?
No! You repeated the argument in your mind, though it sounded so weak now.
Your head was supposed to be on that body, not your genitals!
Yet, you couldn't deny what you were seeing: a long thick penis, in full command of the male human body he had sprouted from, his shaft having naturally grown from between his shoulders.
Wait ... 'he' ... 'his' ... 'naturally grown'?!
None of that was true! Struck by a pang of misery, you wished you still had a mouth so you could scream. You didn't want to start thinking about him as if he was a person who had always been this way!
WAIT! You were doing it again! There was no 'him'!!
You gritted your non-existent teeth in mortification and anger. The magic was messing with your mind!
This couldn't be happening to you!
The body grabbed the sword, carefully lifting the testicles out of the way. With a bit of deft footwork, it carved off the facial features that were being involuntarily teabagged and obscured by the new growth. Moving them down a bit further, it placed them closer to the middle of the torso, below the soft loose scrotal skin. Stroking its balls for a moment in apology and appreciation, your body turned its attention back to you.
Picking you up, he carefully sliced out your left eye.
You were plunged into darkness, and your anguished concern multiplied instantly into terror.
"Don't worry, I'll leave you with an ear at least." Your body laughed, the sound seeming to come out of nowhere, like a predator in the night. "I just want to have two eyes. It's weird with only one. Hey, I've been thinking. I don't want to carry you round everywhere, so I need a solution. Then I had an idea! I think it should be convenient."
Blind and mute, you weren't sure how anything could possibly be 'convenient' for you at this point, but the one thing you were sure of is that your situation could probably get worse somehow. There was the rustle of movement, the soles of the feet-hands holding you as your former body maneuvered you around.
You weren't sure what he -- no ... IT -- was doing at first, but then you felt a weird sticking sensation on the back of your head. It was like being pressed again skin, and you recognised the feeling of being stuck to your own body somewhere else, attached like a secondary body part.
Where was h- ... where was IT putting you?!
"Okay, that should do it. Won't have to use my hands this way, or worry about leaving you somewhere."
Petrified, you tried to turn your head left and right, to figure out where you were, only to brush against a long straight expanse of smooth skin on either side of your face, the surface covered in a light dusting of hairs.
You were ... between your body's thighs?
"Hope you're comfortable. Figured you could have my old spot, since I don't need it. How's it feel?" The question sounded genuine. "Oops, forgot you can't speak. Oh well, that's too bad. Just so you know, I'm thinking about experimenting with some other changes too." He chuckled softly. "Like, I fit this body so well that it should be permanent, don't you think? Just speak up if you disagree," it joked.
Only, you were fairly sure that he wasn't joking at all.
Trapped inside your own head, your own dick in full control of what used to be your body, you could only silently scream and vent your disagreement and frustration.
Was there any way out of this purgatory?