"Me, if it works, I would love to be a dildo, my wettest, wild dream is to be as the shaft sliding down in, of thrusting, and spewing out a flood of seed. Something soft but firm, sensual and having a bulb you could fill with some essence to make it feel so real." said Joe, he rolling his eyes and looking with a dreamy desire upward, as if in touch with some wondrous event in his pat.
"Lets try it, you willing, you ready, I wish for Joe to be as a dildo, the dildo of his dreams, let him feel it too, and love it for as long as he wants his thrill to continue."
A blue halo forms around Joe, he looks as if suddenly in pain. His bodily form is shrinking, becoming like a large snake, with eyes and a mouth, but having what looks like two huge testicles hung at the far end.
Joe rolls his eyes, he is in some realm of his own erotic dream.
Congealing, Joe is firming up, although stout, he seems a bit too, long and definitely too large for any young woman to insert, let alone hold inside her. He turned all blackish, then a hue of black and blue became his final coloring.
Contours, Joe is something uncircumcised, a mushroom head holds his blinking eyes, and what was his mouth is a puckered hole that looks rather bestial.
He asked for something bulbous at one end, to squeeze out some favored hot juice that would thrill us both, but what formed are pulsing living testicles, so huge they might belong to one of the horses his father used to haul that beer wagon in the parades.
"Holy crap Joe, you ain't a neat and nice dildo, but one for use on some horny mare to keep her sated and working."
Joe wants for what he thought would be his greatest moment, but found himself set on a high shelf to watch as someone else would get the thrill of a lifetime.