The night was definitely odd for Francisco. He woke up several times feeling himself stiff and tense, tingling with heat
and sensation, only to relax again after mere moments. The normal nocturnal would have been hell if he actually felt
tired. There wasn't much to be felt, as his changed body, now part of Marco's, didn't seem to be capable of getting tired,
at least not from being "awake." Whenever his body lost erection, his senses seemed to be dulled, and he was barely aware
of what was going on around them, and found it easy to slip back into sleep, despite not being tired.
As morning arrived, Marco groggily threw his legs over the bed and stood up. His fingers rubbed the sleep from his eyes,
and he grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from the drawer next to the bed and put them on. Walking slowly over to the
bathroom, he opened the door and pulled the waistband of his underwear down...
Francisco awoke to a feeling at the base of his body that he'd never experienced before. Warmth was spreading seem to be
pooling around his feet, and he had this sense of imminent release some sort. Below him was the large white bowl of the
toilet, and he realized what was happening. Before he could say anything, he felt the warmth shoot up and out of his body.
He couldn't quell the thoughts of disgust that he had, but in reality, it didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt very good.
The feeling of release flowed though his whole body, and the warmth made him think of having sex with Marco, and how it
felt to climax during sex, though this obviously wasn't it. As the last of the warm liquid left his body, he decided it
was time to let Marco remember where he was.
"Marco! MARCO! Hey! Did you forget I was down here?"
Marco blinked in temporary surprise and quickly grabbed a piece of toilet paper and rubbed his dick, not wanting to shake
his lover around too much, feeling bad that he had gone to the bathroom and not remembered who was hanging around down
there.
"Hey, don't look so shocked. It actually wasn't that bad. It really felt pretty good."
Marco smiled down at his limp penis and gave it an affectionate pat. "Well, if you liked it, then I won't feel bad for it.
How was your night."
"Weird. I don't know whether I like being your dick or not, love. The feeling is... hard to explain. Didn't really
sleep, but then, I don't feel like I really needed to. What was it like for you?"
"You wouldn't believe what it feels like when your thing moves around on it's own. It's almost like someone's always go
their hands on it. Erotic."
As he spoke, Marco began to get hard, and Francisco could feel himself stiffen, blood pumping by the beat of Marco's heart
through his body. Marco reached down automatically and started to rub his lover/cock between his fingers, and the feelings
he got were unusually strong.
Francisco would have told him to stop if it hadn't felt so good. He could feel Marco's fingers pushing up and around his
body, sending waves of pleasure through his entire being. Marco could feel these same waves as usual, only magnified. He
walked from the bathroom and laid on his bed, pumping harder and reaching for immediate climax. Francisco could feel
warmth radiating again from where his feet should have been, but this time it felt different. It wasn't just warmth, but a
building sensation that pushed at his senses, peeling away at rational thought, and leading only to the hunger for feeling.
As Marco pumped and came closer to climax, Francisco's mind was temporarily lost and he was for brief moment, nothing more
than cock, in mind, feeling and form. When Marco's climaxed, however, that perspective changed. He could feel the warmth
and pressure erupt up through his body, wave after wave of pleasure rocketing through him. He could feel in a strange
pleasure and!
pain combination where Marco's frantic pounding had chaffed him. Marco felt like he was in release for ever, but
Francisco's pleasure only lasted for the first few pulses, not benefiting from the endorphins released in Marco's brain.
He felt his body bouncing, releasing the rest of the spunk into Marco's abdomen, and could see in the mirror as it was
happening. He watched, startled at what was taking place. Marco's body was changing, and it started to look familiar.
The familiarity become more and more clear with each of the finishing pulses. Marco grew shorter from his 6'3, losing
height with each pulse. His muscles began to contract in on themselves also, each pulse taking a bit of size, though the
definition stayed. Francisco could feel himself growing, and as he watched in the mirror, he noticed that he was not
getting hard, but that Marco's dick/his body was in fact getting larger. As he watched, he realized why it was so
familiar. Francisco would have been wide eyed, had he had eyes. As the last pulse of Marco's orgasm ended, Francisco
could see on the bed not Marco as he was, but his own body. His lover now looked just like Francisco did normally, and
Francisco was his own dick.