Jen-body picked up her head and carried it to a place where she and it could get comfortable. A place where they could spend a lot of time. She set up her cockified head and put it onto her bed. Jen-body's cock was so firm and hard, so excited. She got herself positioned over and ontop of her head, her cock close to her head's fuckslit.
Before going any further, Jen-body unscrewed the salve bottle open once more, gingerly opened up her own fuckslit, and poured a healthy amount of the perverted salve into herself. It made her shake and twitch with a strange pleasure as it poured down and filled her balls. Her balls swelled and something in them became thicker and richer. Something within her balls became very strange. Her cock itself couldn't help but soak up some of the fluid and it grew a bit bigger with a few throbs- although it was still small enough that it would be able to squeeze its way into Jen's head.
Jen-body put the head of the salve back onto its bottle and set it down somewhere where it wouldn't spill.
Without any further hesitation she lunged into her head's warm inviting cockslit.
Cock pounded into Jen's unconscious mind. It filled her up. Stretched her out. She struggled and strained against it but it held her firmly.
Jen-body eagerly fucked her head, pounding in and out. Both cocks throbbed and twitched as they engaged in perverse cocksex.
Parts of Jen's mind gave in or had already given in. They identified as cock and were cock. The core part of herself held itself together though, even as it was assaulted from without and from within.
Jen-body's balls squished around with impatience. Her cock twitched with readiness.
Something poured itself into Jen's mind. It surrounded her consciousness and squished tightly against it. It was fluid and it was strong. Her human mind started rapidly losing ground to cock. Before, it might have had a chance at pushing back and retaining its original self, but that seemed hopeless now. She was a cock. It had to be accepted. Being a cock is good. Cocks are sexy. Cocks are strong. She can still be herself while being a cock.
Jen-cock needed a cock body. A body made of cock. A body for cock.
Jen-body pulled out from her cock-head. The large cock slowly roused from its slumber. It twitched and throbbed and pulsed with need.
Jen-body caressed the cock's balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. The mind within was ready.
She lifted up the cock and placed it onto her neck, holding it in place with one hand. Her other hand picked up the salve and spritzed the seam with smelly cockly fluid.
She massaged the seam with both hands. Flesh joined itself together and throbbed and pulsed. Consciousness intermingled. Two became one once more.
Jen-cock felt her balls rumble and quake, the balls attached to her neck. External balls where for the groin. These balls could go someplace else. They smushed against her neck and pushed their way inside, compressing in on themselves. They traveled upwards. Jen-cock purred and gurgled happily. Soon they reached her head where they settled into place. Her mind. Her stinky smelly cockly mind. The balls were smaller now but contained just as much cockly knowledge and cockly thoughts.
Her face wasn't much of a face. That wouldn't be a problem for very long though. Her headcock twisted and contorted, its slit morphing and changing, becoming horizontal, becoming a cockmaw. She felt a tongue take shape in her new mouth. It too, was cock, as would be the rest of her body very soon, for she was a cock, and she deserved a cock-body.