In the aftermath of Damon's sudden explosion, Thomas was even more dazed than before, standing lazily and drooling from the mouth. Damon was exhausted, but deeply fulfilled, and surprised that he was still shrinking. His legs no longer reached the ground; he was totally hanging from Thomas's crotch, where his ass was still connected by those strange tubes that had taken root deep inside the larger man's body. Damon's arms fell limp, and his legs swelled and fused until they were a pair of large round orbs dangling inside a fleshy sack under Damon's form.
"What is happening to me?" said Damon.
The genie smiled: "You made it sound as though Monica loves Thomas more than anything in the world. I can't make her love someone else, but I can make you part of the man she loves."
"I'm ... gonna be a ... a ... a PART of THOMAS?"
"Oh, Damon, you already are. Monica is absolutely going to love you, although I think Thomas already loves you more."
Damon's arms finally dwindled to nothing, and when he looked down at his armless torso with what looked like a scrotum underneath, he finally realized what part he was becoming.
"No, no I can't be one of those! I HAVE one of those! I need to, I need to ..." Damon's voice trailed off as it was harder and harder to find energy to do things on his own volition. His flaccid body hung lower over his testicular legs, and Damon found it harder to protest. He wanted to scream when he saw his own manhood fuse back into his limbless form, but he only puked out a final drizzle of cum instead. His breathing slowed down and his vision faded. Damon's face vanished from his head, except for his urethra mouth, and it was over. Damon was Thomas's cock and balls. The genie vanished.
"Why am I here? Why am I half naked? Why is the floor all wet?" asked Thomas to the empty room, snapping out of his trance. He put his pants back on and left hoping no one saw him. Damon felt himself encased in cloth, bouncing around with Thomas's steps.