Stacy was rambling on interminably about all the shopping she had to do. She needed some new shoes to go with Vinnie, her new purse. She pauses to admire a hot young stud jogging by her.
"Some witches!" Ryan scoffed, "Vinnie the witchboy cannot break Stacy's spell, and Stacy is too dumb to notice that I'm caught up in the same spell. I'm supposed to be her boyfriend." He sounded jealous and upset to Vinnie.
"Getting tired of hangin around, Strappy," Vinnie thought to Ryan.
"Strappy? You know my name is Ryan, bag-boy, so do you like carrying all Stacy's shit inside your butt?" sarcastically thought Ryan.
"Actually, it's rather pleasant,"replied Vinnie.
"Fucking queer! If I were a man I'd shove something in there more memorable than tampons, that's for sure!"
A blur raced toward Stacy as she strolled leisurely toward the mall, imagining all the accessories she could get to wear to the dance on Friday. Another jogger, Stacy assumed. Except this one wasn't wearing running garb, he was wearing a ski mask. He reached and grabbed at her purse. Ryan screamed as he broke away from Vinnie.
They'd been purse snatched, and their only hope for humanity, Stacy's eventual mercy, was snatched away by a stranger. He ran three blocks and ducked into the Men's Restroom in the park. The stranger entered a stall. He emptied the contents of Stacy's bag on the tile floor. Then holding the empty bag up to his crotch. He opened his fly and proceeded to commit the very act Ryan had suggested minutes earlier. Vinnie screamed. Ryan drifted in and out of consciousness from the pain of being ripped in two. The masked fiend proceeded to rape Stacy's bag.
Vinnie saw the huge hairy uncut dick rising to meet his opening. He was afraid, Vinnie was a very small purse, and the rapist had to be at least 14 inches long. Which was probably why he used purses, since most women wouldn't have wanted his huge implement ripping them apart.
Warm moist precum pressed against Vinnie's lining. Soon Vinnie was sliding violently back and forth against the invading cock. It exploded hot salty goo filled Vinnie.
"Fuck, yay!" exclaimed the attacker, "Man that was hot, wish you were a real cocksucker who could take my big dick," he added wistfully.
A warm wet tongue licked his dickhead, and the deflating cock swelled as the mouth proceeded to consume it. The criminal pulled off his mask and stared at the giant man deepthroating his cock.
Vinnie and Ryan had fused their combined mass into a seven or eight foot giant. It was hard to tell as they were currently kneeling on the cold dirty concrete floor of the public toilet, as they swallowed a 14 inch erect penis. Ryan regained consciousness and was horrified to find himself in this position. Not only was he being humiliated by sucking another guy's cock, but he was violated by fusing with Vinnie. All his memories and Vinnie's comingled. Ryan didn't know anymore which memories were his and which were Vinnie's. They were now one, and he didn't think any magic would be able to separate them now. He swallowed hard. Vinnie had been relieved at first to be human again, he really didn't mind that he was leaning over another guy's cock. Then the wave of memories came crashing over him, and he was drowning in a sea of new memories, everything from Ryan's slap on the butt at birth to experimenting with Carter with drugs and masturbation to winning the State playoffs to kowtowing to Stacy the Dominatrix. He saw Stacy in a whole new light. The command "Cocksucker" radiated through his being, and he plunged forward impaling his throat on the mugger's dick. The awakening consciousness of Ryan overwhelmed Vinnie's fragile grasp on reality, and he receded inward leaving Ryan alone to cope with his own terror.
The mugger was so strung out on PCP, he didn't even question where the purse went or where the giant came from, he just leaned back to enjoy himself. Vinnie tasted his mugger's second load, for Ryan it was his first, though their combining psyche was confused was it the first or second. Oh, well it didn't matter, he knew he was a cocksucker, and first or second, it wouldn't be his last load that was for sure.