Instead of Jeff's cock and balls there was a brand new iPhone
sticking out from Jeff's crotch at a ninety degree angle. The
background picture of the phone was a picture of Jeff's hard cock.
Kyle didn't seem to notice that Jeff's cock and balls were
missing. "An iPhone, Jeff? How did you know that's what I wanted?
I didn't think we could afford it."
Jeff was confused "An iPhone, I didn't get you an iPhone. We
couldn't afford . . ." Jeff stopped midsentence when he saw the
iPhone sticking out from his groin where his cock should be. Kyle
grabbed the phone and pulled it off of Jeff's crotch. Jeff felt a
strange separation and realized he could feel Kyle's hand on his cock.
"It really was a sweet touch putting a pic of your cock as the
background." Kyle was playing with the screen, and Jeff could feel
every movement of Kyle's finger like it was being drawn across the
head of his cock. Jeff let out a soft moan. "What?" Kyle said
looking up, it was then that he noticed that Jeff's cock and balls
were missing. "Oh my god! Where is your dick?!"
"I... think you're... holding it" Jeff said slowly, still freaking
out over the sudden change.
"What?! How is that even possible?"
"I don't know. It was normal when I put on the boxers, and it felt
normal until you... pulled off..."
"The boxers!" Kyle exclaimed "They must be magical or something.
There was a tag, maybe it says something on it." Kyle looks around,
searching under clothes for the tag. Jeff is still in so much shock
he can barely manage to make a quick glance around for the tag.
Jeff reaches forward and picks up the iPhone that is his cock. As he
touches it, he realizes he can feel it, just like if he was touching
his own cock. His heart beats faster as he realizes its not just the
picture of his cock that he feels but the whole phone is his cock and
balls.
After a couple minutes Kyle finds the tag and reads it "Reveal your
wildest desires. Remove tag to activate. There isn't anything on
the back. No manufacturing information either. Wait maybe we can
call the store. Where's the receipt?" Jeff sat there still in
shock, exploring the new state of his cock. "Jeff!" Kyle shouted.
Jeff jumped at the noise dropping the phone into his lap. "Give me
the phone, you go get the receipt so we can call the store and figure
out what's going on"
Jeff placed the phone gently in Kyle's hand as he dejectedly walked
to the bedroom to find the receipt. He could feel Kyle's hand on his
cock until he felt his cock slide into a warm fabric pouch of some
kind. Jeff walked over to the desk and dumped out the contents, the
candy landing on the desk and the receipt fluttering to the ground.
Jeff grabs the receipt and calls out the number to Kyle. Jeff feels
his cock being pulled back out, Kyle's hand on it as he starts to
dial the number. With each number pushed, Jeff feels a surge run
through his cock. Jeff walks back into the living room as the phone
rings, each ring causing his knees to buckle in pleasure. Kyle hangs
up the phone as Jeff lays on the floor recovering from the pleasure.
"The machine picked up, and said they wouldn't be open till
tomorrow." Jeff hung his head in defeat wondering how long it would
be before he was back to normal. He realized that the boxers were to
blame for his predicament. He briefly considered tearing them up and
destroying them, but thought they probably held the key to getting
him back to normal.
Suddenly the phone started to ring. With each ring it felt like Jeff
was cumming. While Jeff writhed on the floor moaning in pleasure
Kyle picked up the phone. The background picture of Jeff's cock had
changed and was now showing his cock shooting a load of cum. Kyle
answered the call cautiously "Hello?"
The voice coming from the phone said "Yes this is . . ."