In two weeks, the girl known as Jessie simply didn’t exist any more. Love changes people and Jessie was utterly, completely head over heels in love with her new penis to the point where it was more accurate to say that she was its slave, or maybe concubine.
The day after first getting it she awoke to find she had morning wood, as would be the case every morning after. Instinctually her hands went down and began the ancient motion of dragging her luscious foreskin on and off her achingly sensitive tip and she repeated it with mindless pleasure until her cock once again bucked and coated her and her bed in liquid joy. In the days after her room began to smell like a teen boy’s and for the same reasons.
Though essentially now just a life support system for her cock, Jessie lovingly indulged in various luxuries for it.
Languid morning masturbation quickly became the norm, as would reveling in the sticky mess she left all over herself. Masturbation was done on its terms too. If it got hard, she made it soft again in the most pleasurable way possible.
Panties, boxers, or any underwear of any kind including bras were left to gather dust as she found nudity a far more natural and convenient state to be in.
She also bought skin moisturizing cream in bulk now and almost every silky drop of it was lovingly and carefully massaged into every wrinkle and curve of her cock and balls once a day, making it glisten and its various fleshy colors look more healthy and deep.
Over all, Jessie was a new person now, one ruled by the fleshy mistress dangling between her legs. She existed to serve it, to preserve it, and that was alright to her.