"If you're this obsessed with Monica's newfound passion for Thomas, and so desperate to be part of her love life even though she's already chosen him, then I may have at least one idea to get you back into her good graces. But you won't need clothes for it, though," the genie explained. What the genie failed to explain was that she could turn people into body parts, and one of Thomas's body parts in particular was already really important to Monica's love life.
"Not a problem!" said Damon. He took off all of his clothes and folded them on the couch, not caring that this genie could see it all. If she could do what she said she could do, he'd do anything. His penis was already long and stiff at the thought of possibly an imminent sexual encounter with Monica. Well, that, and the arousing sensation of his own hands against his chest. He'd discovered while taking off his clothes that it felt very good to touch his skin, much better than usual, and not just on his genitals. He couldn't stop rubbing his hands up and down his chest, arms and legs.
"Mmmm, I'm so sensitive all of sudden," he moaned, smiling, before reaching up to scratch his itchy head. The feel of fingers on his scalp made him tilt his head back and close his eyes. He felt some of his hairs drop out and noticed he was drooling all over himself, but he couldn't stop. Eventually, the pleasure reached such a level that he thought he might cum. What happened instead surprised him: Damon gagged, twice, and then felt a rush of warm fluid gush up from his throat to fill his mouth. He snapped his eyes open and slapped his hands over his mouth to hold it in, but that only made him gag again and spew some more liquid into his full mouth, causing some to squirt out between his fingers. Damon ran to his bathroom, managing to swallow back some of his mouthful before gagging again, and reaching the toilet just in time to let it all out. His vomit was a much lighter color than he ever remembered it being before, and each gag sent a pang of unspeakable bliss down his spine. As startled as he was by his sudden illness, he was even more surprised that he didn't really feel sick. Throwing up actually felt even better than touching his body did!
Damon picked himself up, wiped his mouth on a towel, and went back out to meet the genie.
"What ... just happened?" he said, dizzy from rubbing himself so hard he puked, panting feverishly from the pleasure he'd experienced in the act.
"It feels great, doesn't it?" said the genie. "Don't underestimate my ability to make you more appealing to Monica, even though I don't control who she falls in love with."