The boyfriend looks down at his sleeping beauty, and then at his rock hard cock. He pats your head/his cockhead and whispers, "Down boy."
He looks back at the sleeping girl, and bites his lip. He mutters, "Do the right thing." Then he stalks off to the bathroom grabbing a box of Kleenex(R) as he passes the dresser. He closes the bathroom door, and turns on the radio on the window sill. You feel his fingers gripping you and moving to the strains of Nine Inch Nails, "Closer". The words "you let me put it in you" echo through your head, as you finally tremble and erupt. The guy's hot semen is coursing - rushing through you and gushes out of your mouth. Kleenex covers your whole head. It's soaking up the cascading goo and is getting glued to you. You are disgusted, but in orgasmic heaven at the same time.
You start to go limp, but as you hang looking down at the two muscled mammoth hairy legs straddling the porcelain throne, and somehow - for some reason - your predicament makes you really horny. You start to grow stiff again.
"Oh, fuck no. Not again. I didn't even pop a Viagra tonight!" moans the boyfriend. You're his cock, you're one with him. Somehow you can see yourself rising between his legs from his eyes' perspective. "Cool," you think, "At least 10 inches! Well, maybe 9."
The song blaring out of the radio now is about a "Detachable Penis."
"I can't believe how horny I am," he glances at the radio and yawns, "I wish I had a detachable penis too."
You feel odd. His hand grips you, and twists. There is a popping sound. He lifts you away from his body, and sticks you in his girlfriend's medicine cabinet.
"Now maybe I can get some sleep," he says with a sigh of relief.
You feel like part of you is missing. At least your free from the jerk's body. Now maybe you can wish yourself whole again.
You wish, but nothing happens.
You try again, and again and again.
The medicine chest is open a crack. You stare out through the bathroom door and watch the guy sleeping on his back. He's got your power somehow, you're just a plastic dildo or a detachable penis. You wonder what's next. In the song, you'd end up on a blanket next to a used toaster for sale or something like that. Maybe if he puts you back on, you'll be able to wish again. Until then you'll just have to stand there in the medicine chest next to a bottle of hand lotion.