Jon absently began messing with his dick, when he had an idea. Screw it. “I wish men were also backwards where they can only drink through their dicks and they pee through their mouths.” The world shifted once again, but this time he could feel his insides rearranging, groaning at the strange feeling. In an instant it was over, and he excitedly grabbed his orange juice and brought it between his legs. He unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick, marveling at how he could taste his own sweaty hand through his penis! Not to mention his dick could also taste itself, and his underwear, and his own pubes… maybe this hadn’t been the best idea, but his raging boner said otherwise. He dipped the tip of his dick into his juice, hit with the strong citrusy flavor, before flexing new muscles that allowed him to sip the juice through his penis like a straw. It felt like peeing but in reverse, and he could feel the juice traveling up the long tube that now connected his urethra directly to his stomach. “Freaky.” He mumbled to himself, grinning.
Getting towards the end of his meal, he realized he now needed to go pee, with the familiar sensation now higher up his body closer to his neck. “Oh right, that.”
Leaning over the toilet, he felt his repositioned bladder release. Hot urine poured from the roof of his mouth, over his tongue. It tasted and smelled awful, but his perverted mind was getting off to this. Looking in the mirror, he felt something was missing. “I wish men had balls hanging from their neck instead of their crotch and they vomit cum instead of cumming with their dicks.” Reality once again shifted, and he felt his balls retracting. Two lumps formed in his neck, descending down as a new ballsack formed around them. He felt his new balls, cupping and fondling them. They were hairy and sensitive just like his old ones but were dangling from his neck. He looked in the mirror and burst out laughing. He looked like some kinky fucked-up turkey. Fondling his misplaced balls and staring at them in the mirror, his dick hardened once again. Sitting on the toilet, he began stroking his dick while fondling his balls with the other hand. Tasting his hand through his dick while picturing all the stuff he was going to do next, he quickly felt pressure building in his throat. His neck muscles flexed and his mouth flooded with his own semen. He let out a gurgling groan, slumping back on the toilet. He felt cum dribbling down his cheek. He turned around, spitting his load into the toilet.