Suddenly the locked door flew open and Thomas was standing at the door with a blank look on his face.
"Agh! Thomas! What are YOU doing here?!" shouted Damon, covering his manhood with his hands.
"I need you. You're mine," pledged Thomas in a creepy monotone, the blank look on his face making him seem almost like a zombie.
"What's the matter, Damon?" smirked the genie. "Don't you want to meet the person you'll be spending the rest of your life with?"
"I wanted MONICA to love with me, not THOMAS!" he objected.
"Ah, but Monica already loves Thomas," the genie reminded him. "And you already mentioned that Monica likes kinky escapades in the bedroom, presumably INVOLVING Thomas. You are about to find yourself an indispensable part of those escapades."
"I need you. You're mine," said Thomas again, lurching forward with his arms out. Damon backed up against the wall in terror, the pressure of the wall feeling great against his body and the continued loss of hair making him worry. Thomas didn't look like himself personality-wise, but he sure was desperate to get to Damon. He was in such a complete trance that Damon didn't think any good would come from trying to speak with him. At last, Thomas placed his arms on either side of Damon, and then wrapped his arms around him.
Damon wanted to scream! At first from the fear and then from the pleasure. But Damon didn't scream, because he found himself in shock, complete bewilderment at how pure and natural it felt to be the center of attention for Thomas like this. The shear sense of belonging was unlike anything he'd ever felt with a woman. Thomas looked up and down over Damon's naked body, passionately caressing Damon's skin in the process. Thomas leaned and kissed Damon's lips, and both men moaned from the pleasure. Damon couldn't help but drool into Thomas's mouth from the stimulation, and Thomas couldn't help but swallow both their salivas.
Damon was completely hairless at this point, not even body hair remained. Damon also found that he was shrinking. Thomas was caressing his body more and more sensually when Damon noticed his head only came up to Thomas's chest. He still couldn't understand why he and Thomas suddenly had this unspeakable enjoyment for each other. Damon had hated the man only minutes earlier, for stealing Monica away from him. And Damon thought the genie couldn't directly make people fall in love with each other anyway.
"You are mine," said Thomas, loosening his belt. "I must have you. You belong with me."
Thomas dropped his pants, and Damon was curious about just how good Thomas might actually be as a sex a partner. Damon wanted Thomas to be the best sex partner, not just for himself but for Monica, for anyone really. But Damon's jaw dropped when he saw that Thomas's crotch was entirely bare--like a doll, no male or female genitalia.
"Thomas! You're dick is gone!" Damon shouted in horror.
"No it isn't," said the genie.
"I must have you," said Thomas in his trance. "You belong here," he continued, pointing to his empty crotch.
"Well, Damon?" the genie spoke again. "Aren't you going to turn around for him?"
Damon did has he was instructed, but he didn't know how Thomas was going to fuck him with no balls and no penis. As soon as Thomas's crotch made contact with Damon's behind, however, both men screamed. Damon pressed himself against Thomas's groin as strongly as he could, while Thomas hugged Damon tighter than ever. Damon's scream was cut off by the sound of him gagging again; the shrinking man vomited in joy, unloading numerous splashes of white liquid onto the floor in front of him. Tubes poked out of Damon's ass and pierced into Thomas's body even while Damon was puking. Damon had never felt so excellent in his life.