The voice talked to you about all that had happened, and you listened. It did all seem familiar. None of it really felt particularly "true", but there was this odd feeling of deja-vu you got from it. You decided to humor the voice.
"Even if this is true, why should I care? I like the way I am. This is normal to me. This is right for me.", you thought in response.
"But its not real! If you could go back, you would realize you don't want this!", the voice felt as if it was whining to you.
"Yeah, but, we can't go back, can we? The only part that's left is what you are now. A little sliver of fear. I don't think there's much that can be done with that", you reason.
"But, but maybe we can find a way? Maybe if we got another head, or if you let me have control, or-"
You cut it off, "The more you speak, the more comes back to me. But that only makes me want to stay like I am more. From what little I can remember us being before, this feels so much better. I get to have a fantastic feeling dick for a head AND everyone sees it as normal? Why would I want to give that up to pursue something that will likely be difficult, and that won't even be anything I enjoy?"
"Because-! You're supposed to! This isn't natural! Humans aren't like this! I'm not like this!"
"It feels pretty natural to me- and I AM like this. I think I am supposed to be this way, to be honest. It was so natural and easy for this to happen. It would be so difficult for you to even ATTEMPT to put things the way you want.", you rubbed your neckshaft with an upper foot, musing, getting excited, "In fact, its sorta making me think of how else things could or should be. Why should it stop with just me? Or why even stop at just having a dick for a head? There's so much more I could do."
"No! You don't know when to stop! You're thinking like it was!", the voice wailed.
"Yeah, I am. Honestly? Thanks for reminding me about all this. I think that is what I am. A dick.", something tells you that this thought is especially correct. You don't really know what it is, but you like what it's saying, so you decide it must be true,
"Why did you think you'd be able to put things back or reverse things the way you were anyways?", both your cocks were getting pretty hard now. You felt really proud of yourself, "You've only made things easier and better for me. I wouldn't have been able to live a normal life without this, you know. I would've had to sneak around, maybe even find a way to disguise myself as a regular human, but now everyone is going to treat me the way they should. You've given me a lot, honestly. First, you give me a body of my own, next you give me your identity, and finally, you make me aware of what I really am."
You pause, thinking things over for a bit. The voice seems too shocked to say anything in response, "I don't think you can do anything else for me, actually. You've literally given me everything you have, and its cost me nothing. Listening to you is kinda annoying, so I think I'll shut you up."
Much better. Peace and quiet. You notice your ride-along was reading your thoughts. You're pretty sure you could do that too. You feel like you're pretty good at things, so you don't see why not. You think you'll keep it around to listen to to see what it's thinking every once in a while. Maybe you'll send some of your thoughts its way, although you don't think it should be able to be watching at all times. You think you should probably get to decide what it sees or hears or any of that sort of stuff and when it does that too. Really, you've been doing that for a while now, so no reason to stop now.
You're such a lucky cock, you think to yourself. Everything has gone right for you. You think it'll probably keep going that way, maybe forever. You decide it probably will. Unstoppable. You like that idea.