For once, Jen was glad that her mouth was some weird detached flesh sticker, because if it was she would have been cursing and screaming her lungs off in the kitchen. Not only was she still missing parts from her head, she didn’t even have a head anymore. She saw with great disdain as her body crawled over to new ‘head’s’ position, that the neckline of her shirt revealed bare skin between her shoulders, as well as giving her a view of her cleavage she had never seen before. On shaking hands, her body, which she thankfully was still able to control, came over and scooped her detached dick up off the floor and sat with it cradled in her lap. She briefly wondered why she still felt both parts of her since when her face fell off she lost all feeling. Then again, nothing made sense about that weird spray.
In her lap, the dick that was her felt heavy and warm. She gauged her new head to be at least a foot or more long as she was about the length of her forearm, and her heavy nuts sat hot against her clothed groin. Using both hands, she lifted her dick head up and pointed her cockhead at the blank patch on her shoulders. It was surreal having both no control of where her eyes looked and being able to manipulate her vision in any direction by moving her cockhead with her hands.
As she stared at her headless body, she began to feel hot. Too hot. Her hands felt the cock they held grow firmer and thicker as Jen got what she guessed was her first erection. To her cocked form it felt like an oddly pleasant headache and filled her with a rising need. She needed to figure this out soon, she thought, or else she might do something she regretted. A thought struck her then, and she figured it was better than nothing. Turning her dickhead around so that she faced the ceiling and her base/balls faced her empty neck space, she slowly planted her dick head onto the blank area between her shoulders…