WARNING: The following story is made for fans of natural &/or modularbody magic / detachment/ disassembling people non-lethally / etc. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
SECOND WARNING: The following story is very, very gay. But by legit coincidence I'm releasing it during pride month, therefor you are legally not allowed to be disappointed. That said I can't legally require you to read it, so if you don't like m/m then skip this.
Written on commission by one who wisely wishes for anonymity.
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"Sooo?" He asked, one and a half eyes peeking past the door frame along with a thick mop of hair, brown at the roots and leaf green at the ends.
The man in the recliner glanced up from his phone, cocking his brow. "So?"
"Sooooo ask me what I got you for your birthday!" ordered the partial face.
"Oh? Was the dinner you cooked, the cake bought, and the doing of dishes not a gift?" He asked. "Is not your company a gift its own?"
An eye and a half rolled, an exasperated huff knocking aside a low hanging lock. "Delun! Ask me what I got you for your birthday!"
Delun returned the eye roll and lowered his phone. "If you insist, Corey, I will ask what you have gotten me."
There was a long, and increasingly awkward, pause.
"Come on, quit being a dick and ask!" Corey pleaded, his head sinking in exasperation.
"I did!" Delun assured, annoyed.
"No you-! Ugh, whatever! Fine! Just-!" Corey disappeared behind the door frame, huffing. Then his arm poked out, holding a beige apron covered in old and fresh stains which he flicked into the nearest corner of the living room. The arm disappeared, there was a metal click and leathery grind, and a belt too was presented and lazily tossed, followed by a pair of long white socks with red stripes, tan dress pants, ratty boxers patterned with cartoon cats, and finally a spiffy navy blue turtleneck. Delun adjusted himself in his seat, setting his phone aside to give Corey his undivided attention.
The top of Corey's head, cocked at a hard right angle, slowly slid into view. Delun saw the smile in his light brown eyes before his actual smile, with its adorable dimpled cheeks and cute auburn freckles squeezed in his elegant fingers with their precisely manicured and cinnamon polished nails. Then came Corey's long and narrow neck, accentuating just how big his adorable head was, and then... emptiness. Nothing. Corey was holding his own decapitated head.
"You did not." Delun mumbled, bolting upright.
"Oh yeah I did!" Corey answered, giggling at Delun's shock. "You know how much I've been fiending to try out a body mod clinic, and the hype's finally mellowed enough to get an appointment!" He said, stepping into full view and righting his incredibly smug head.
Delun's white knuckled death grip was the only thing that kept him in the recliner. The pale, lean shoulders Corey's head had once rested was now occupied by a monsterous pink tipped cock, thick as a paper towel tub and a foot long. Delun knew from intimate observation that this dick was a scaled up and clean shaven copy of Corey's original, now peeking out from the hem of his over-sized yellow tee in a valiant attempt to stand up to its big brother.
"You got modded." Delun said, hoping to accept reality by directly addressing it.
"Happy birthday!" Corey said, bouncing excitedly on his heels and making everything... jiggle."Uh, body? Give Delun his new toy!" Corey Stage whispered to his body, ending the bizarre dance.
"Body? You... talk to it? You are not in control?" Delun asked, watching his boyfriend saunter up and offer his head. It was the same sexy strut that caught Delun's eye the first day of college, the hips that made him realize he wasn't actually unlucky with and awkward around women, he was just really gay.
Delun felt Corey's blush grow hotter as his tender cheeks were laid in his big broad palms. Trying his best to control his giggling, Corey explained "Actually, my body's pronouns are he/him. We haven't settled on a name, though. We both like Corey too much! But yeah, we're two dudes that merge into one stream of consciousness when he wears me. It's honestly pretty trippy!"
"Wear?" Delun asked, hesitantly tilting Corey's smirking head back to look at his underside. He didn't know what he'd expected, but anatomically complete and visibly functional vulva with a precisely trimmed patch of soft brown fuzz was not it. "God..."
"Trust me, no god would allow this!" Corey giggled "Speaking of, I didn't know what kind of pussy you'd like. Lip size, tightness, innie or outie, so the doc just set me up with like a 'factory standard' puss for now, but they offer free alterations for 48 hours so we can go together and make whatever mound you want your new toy to have!"
"I don't want..." Delun stopped, and spun Corey upright. "You told me you were gay."
"...I did?" Corey asked, his body independently jolting a little in surprise and scratching the base of its bigger dick. "Uh... I don't remember that. Maybe I was when we met? Honestly, I've never been big on labels. I fucks with guys, girls, neithers, boths, whoever I find hot, really!"
"Well I'm gay." Delun said emphatically.
Corey blinked. His body raised its arms in confusion. "Congrats, I'm a boy?"
Delun sighed. "One with a... womanhood."
"Yeeees..." Corey said, guardedly, his body twitching his hands defensively, wanting to take him back but restraining himself.
"I didn't mean..." Delun stammered "I mean, I am attracted only to male anatomy."
"I see." Corey said, thinking. "Well if you want me to have a cock instead, that's no biggie. We can all drop by the clinic tomorrow and have my connections flipped. I'll get a dickneck for you to play with when my body's not around, when he is around he's got the same old dick you always loved... Heh, honestly, I think that's a way better idea! I mean, if I'm gonna be a toy, I should be a fucking swiss-army knife, able to give AND take! And besides... I still got two OTHER new holes!
Color drained from Delun's face; the clinic must've lost Corey's mind. Delun looked Corey in the eyes, then down to the two holes just below them. Slowly, he slid his thumbs up to Corey's nostrils, and with a deep breath he pushed his thumbs up.
"EEEEGH! WRONG! Try again!" Corey laughed, his plugged nose pitching up his naturally high voice.
Delun frowned. Unless Corey had hidden two assholes under his thick hair, which would hardly be a stretch any more, there were only two holes left. Delun nervously turned Corey on his side, examining his shallow, pointy ears but finding nothing out of the ordinary, not until he brought his thumb to the hole and pressed gently, whereupon the tip slid in with unnatural ease. In spite of himself, Delun pressed deeper, and deeper, the flesh parting like soft, warm, damp latex.
"Come on, don't be a baby, stick both thumbs in there! Split me wide open!" Corey cheered, his neck wriggling in delight against Delun's lap and his body's grabbing a cock in each hand.
"Does this go all the way through?!" Delun asked, squinting into the unnatural opening.
"Well I got two ears!" Corey remarked. "Plus there's this video I wanted you and my body to recreate for MY birthday! It's about this anime catgirl milf, with like these big cat ears y'know, and these two jacked dudes with massive dicks just get on either side and-"
"YOUR BIRTHDAY ISN'T FOR ANOTHER SIX MONTHS!" Delun shouted, pulling his thumb out with a loud and cartoonish pop.
"Well if you can't wait that long, I'm game to try now!" Corey said, his body giving two thumbs up and suggestively rocking his hips, his cute original dick lifting his shirt hem.
"No!" Delun snapped, his eyes tightly shut and his whole body tense. He took several deep breaths to compose himself, and turned Corey to face him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a cute pair of hazel brown eyes and freckled cheeks looking like a kicked puppy. "Sorry, I'm sorry, but... look, I love you Corey, but these... modifications... it's like something out an alien horror movie!"
"You... hate it." Corey said, both his cocks and shoulders deflating.
"I do not hate YOU." Delun clarified, bringing Corey in for an apologetic kiss, which the head limply received. Feeling no spark, Delun broke it off, and continued "Your gift... it is generous, but... it's too much. I don't want a... toy, I want a boyfriend. A partner."
"Sorry, it's just..." Corey said, forcing a smile as he fought for words. "y'know, you'd asked for some good head, and... well SOME good head, A good head... y'know, I thought I could combine something you'd like with something I'd like! Er, not that I don't like blowing you! It's just... I dunno, I really wanted to try body modding!"
"I am aware." Delun said, remembering the many drunken conversations he'd had with his boyfriend as he browsed body mod forums. "I thought it was just an idle fetish, not something you'd actually do. Especially not without consulting with me."
"So... you want me to get it undone?" Corey said, frowning.
"Very much so." Delun Bluntly answered, offering Corey's head back.
The body sheepishly took him, stroking his hair consolingly. "Uh, sorry, I can't reconnect if it's not at least semi-hard." Corey muttered, his body hastily stuffing his head between his thighs and stroking his flaccid clone cock with fumbling hands. Corey blushed, nuts flopping on his scalp as the body tried to excite himself.
Delun grabbed his phone and swallowed hard. "If you... uh... I don't wish to be rude, but could you do this in another room? It's, uh..."
Corey's heart sank below his head. "O-oh, yeah, sure. Sorry for... everything." He said, his body pulling his head from between his legs and retreating to the bathroom.
Delun heard the door slam shut and lock, waited a moment, then as quietly as he could he speed shuffled to the kitchen and perched over the sink, gripping the sides and gagging. What the fuck had gotten into Corey? Who the fuck would find such body horror hot? Why did he feel like an even bigger dickhead than Corey? If he couldn't hold his dinner down, would he taste the cake or the pasta more?
"So like, can we do a do over birthday tomorrow? I'll bring a more... conventional gift, promise!" Corey called from the bathroom, sniffling.
Wanting to assure his boyfriend that he still dearly loved him, Delun swallowed hard and answered "Yeah, sure, dear, same time tomorrow! Do over!"
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Between Delun's apartment and Corey's dorm was Jimmy Thrify, a thrift store that had blown through three owners in four years, none of them Jimmy. Across its three owners, three things were constant: the store's name, its propensity for being burgled, and its absurd 6am to midnight store hours. While Corey was still skeptical of the economics of this practice, now that he had to do emergency birthday shopping at 10pm he wasn't about to complain. Besides, the employees were chill fellow college students, the regulars were cool, and the selection was eclectic enough that anyone could find something their style, if they had the patience to wade through the disorganized, suffocating aisles.
Jimmy Thrifty's greeted Corey with speakers blasting some local punk band and Cass; cashier, night manager, classmate, and FWB whenever he was between relationships.
"Sup? Thought you had a hot date tonight." Cass asked, her eyebrow twitching a fraction of an inch to show her rapt interest.
"Yeah, had to cut it short. Drama." Corey said, avoiding eye contact.
"Didn't like his gift, so you need a backup?" Cass asked, her propped chin firmly planted in her palm as she rung up a customer.
"Making good use of that journalism degree, I see." Corey teased, rifling through tees.
"Don't need an overpriced place mat to figure that springing some crazy perv shit on a guy not into mods was gonna backfired." Cass said, glancing at the customer "Fourty seven seventy, need a bag or wanna use your own?" before glancing back to Corey "You're lucky you're adorbz, woulda dumped your ass if you were any less cute."
"You wish." Corey said with a sassy hand-on-hip flourish. "You just want me to rip you a new one."
"Damn, and I thought I was the journalist." Cass chuckled.
Interrupting the exchange with a fifty dollar bill, the customer turned to the mysterious pervert browsing bootleg anime tees. "Sorry, couldn't help but overhear. You a modder?"
"Uh, just got my first one yesterday, actually." Corey said, craning his tightening neck. The androgynous figure was long and slender, with mannish boots and haircut but a girlish skirt and two tops on their two torsos, which were stacked atop each other like a totem pole. The top one wore a crop top and the bottom a tube top, creating alternating layers of pale flesh and dark fabric up their body.
"Easy, Wil. I know you THINK you're wild, but Corey here will mess you up. He was a freak before he got modded, and now he's been upgraded to super-freak!" Cass said, taking the bag offered by the lower left of Wil's four arms and packing up their order, receipt, and change. "Plus he's spoken for."
"I'm not looking to fuck him, I just wanna see his mods!" Wil said, lower arms folding over their lower chest while the upper arms tapped their lip and slung the bag over her shoulder. "I'm kind of a mod fanatic, like first name basis with everyone at the clinic!"
"It's uh... my mod's not really a mod for public display." Corey said, hot under the collar.
"I'm no cop. After break-in 100, the pigs officially surrendered this place to the concrete jungle." Cass said, her lip twitching mischievously.
"Come on, now I gotta know!" Wil begged.
Corey glanced around; there were three other people, all either actively not looking or pretending not to be looking. At least one of them was modded, a centaur with a woman's torso and an anatomically accurate stallion's body, and as far as Corey knew the others could've had more discreet mods. He sighed, and slid his hands up his cheeks and into his multicolored mane. God he was so stupid, why'd he have to get such a ridiculous mod? How had he never considered that his body would have to walk home without his head when Delun held onto it?
Well, the truth was, he had considered it. He'd thought it was hot. Stupid!
SCHLORP!
"Holy sheez!" Wil gasped, upper right hand covering their mouth while the left fanned her face and the bottoms clapped excitedly, drawing every eye in the store.
Cass whistled. "How's all that fit, anyway? Shouldn't it like, poke out your mouth?"
"That has got to be a Robbie original! It's so him, nobody does copies like he does!" Wil said, massaging their copied lower shoulders while the lower hands massaged their copied chest/breast.
Corey's blush deepened, feeling suddenly more vulnerable now that he couldn't feel his body. "Uh, was a girl, I think?" he muttered, his body squeezing him tight like a teddy. "Uh, Violet, I think?"
"Oooh, Viola!" Wil said with a snap of their fingers, Corey's body rocking his detached head in a nod. "Damn, should've know. She's the wizard of cocks!"
"Hate to be a party pooper, but you're holding up the line." Cass said, glancing at the centaur with a massive pair of jeans slung over her horse back, awkwardly pretending to still be browsing.
"Oh, sorry!" Wil said, making for the door."Nice meeting you, Corey cocksleeve! If you ever want to buddy up for a trip to the clinic, ask Cass for my number! Assuming, I don't ask her for yours first!"
Corey's body tucked him tightly under one arm and returned the wave, allowing Corey to hear the rapid thrum of his heart. The Wil looked at him, the way they'd all but asked him out, the way they addressed him as the toy he was...
"Watch out Corey, you stain it you buy it. New store policy." Cass commented, watching Corey's clone cock cautiously as it twitched and shuddered.
Corey gulped and laughed nervously, his body hastily shoving him into his shopping bag and limping to another aisle with obviously tight trousers. For the next twenty minutes he watched the popcorn ceiling from the bottom of his bag, occasionally having a shirt or jacket dropped onto him as he listened to the soothingly tinny music and locked eyes with some nosy customers sneaking a peek into the dickhead's bag. He smiled politely back at them, they pretended it was an accident and retreated from view, Corey giggled. Then, he heard the metal rings of the dressing room curtain, saw a flash of red velvet and an aluminum bar, then felt his bag come to rest on the flaking cushion. The curtains were drawn again, and a familiar set of dainty hands with cinnamon colored nails dug Corey out of the bag and into the light.
"Thanks, but I'm not sure how helpful I'll be as a second set of eyes." Corey's head admitted, knowing he and his body shared their tastes.
Corey shrugged and set himself on the bench facing the mirror, his head giggling as his soft pubes tickled his sensitive neck and new lips. Corey's body imagined an eye roll and peeled off his sweater and undershirt, shuddering as his clone cock rubbed the soft fabric. Head Corey could only imagine what it felt like, a dick with twice as many nerves as his familiar original. He hoped Cass' threat extended only to clothes, his pussy staining the bench beneath him with excitement.
Corey hung the prospective presents on the provided hook, and drew out a casual red button up with stylized doves all over it. While Corey was tall and twinkish to Delun's short and stocky, he knew from experience they shared a shirt size, and anything a little baggy on him would fit Delun the same.
Corey whistled in approval. "Get some flip flops and a nice pair of trunks, and Delun's got a good summer fit! Though, we still gotta teach him how to swim."
Corey paused, then arched back his shoulders and allowed the shirt to slide off. No, this shirt was just an excuse to admire Delun's juicy pecs. A gift for himself rather than his boyfriend, a mistake he wouldn't repeat.
Digging through the clothes again, he withdrew a retro varsity jacket with a mustard torso and off-white sleeves and trim. The jacket featured a big "D" emblazoned on its breast, and Corey couldn't help but giggle "Heh, I would've thought that was perfect a few days ago, but now the big-D fits me better too."
Zipping up the jacket, Corey propped himself against the wall with one elbow, his hand dangling limply and one leg crossed over the other. The thick fit did a good job making him look buffer, and the wide white collar formed an inverse arrow right to his oversize manhood. A blunt but effective metaphor of masculinity. "God I'm fucking hot." Corey said shamelessly, then more somberly "Sucks Delun doesn't see it."
Corey's body scratched the base of his top cock, which excited him enough to let a teaspoon of precum bubble up and start running down his extra long shaft. The body jerked to attention, realizing he was about to stain Delun's new gift, and quickly unzipped the jacket and tossed it into the bag with the rejected red shirt which he kicked under the bench as another fat glob bubbled up. He needed something to clean himself with.
The body froze. Corey could read his own body language. He was looking at him, and thinking the same thing he was.
"Uh, body? The hole goes all the way through, remember? A tongue bath is just gonna flow right out." Corey reasoned, still staring at his giant cock and blushing. He tried to avert his gaze, only to spot a dark patch spreading over the tight crotch of his cotton pants, which was tented at eye level and close enough to smell the musk.
"Looks like we'll need a new pair of pants..." he said flatly, attracting his body's attention. In a futile scramble, the body pulled down its pants and boxers, revealing a cute plump cock with a thick and adorably trimmed puff of pubes at its base. This second, original cock, was now bouncing and swaying as the body frantically kicked one shoe off and stepped out of its pants, nearly toppling over as he did.
Corey yelped, slapped across the forehead with his own dick. They looked at each other, the body's bare chest fluttering and the head's throat shivering as the flash of warmth and trail of wetness lingered on both their skin.
Instantly, all concerns over keeping themselves clean vanished. They wanted to get filthy. "Well, we already paid for this. Might as well get our money's worth!"
Corey gasped as dagger-like fingers pierced his hair, his thankfully rounded off nails still managing to dig painfully tight into his skin as his body spun him around and thrust recklessly into his brand new hole. While it was already acclimated to bigger, this was the first time his lips were parted with intent to fuck rather than pragmatic docking, and the lust made all the difference. Corey saw stars, his mouth fell trying to moan only for a gurgled choke to fill the dressing room. For one panicked moment, Corey fought for air, but remembered he no longer needed it. The rush of fear turned to a roller-coaster like thrill which even his body felt, spinning sideways and collapsing onto the sticky bench facing the mirror. Corey opened wide, the head of his own cock poking rapidly disappearing and reappearing in the back of his throat as he was handled like a sentient fleshlight. His throat wriggled and squeezed in delight, the scent of his flower scented shampooed pubes filling his nose and the rustling sound of his bushes smashing together filling his ears, all nearly as tactile as his dick literally filling his throat!
Corey tensed and squeezed his head tight between his thick thighs as cum painted the back of his teeth and a spray splattering the mirror beyond, making it look like he'd just cum all over his own grinning face. Corey stroked his hair, curling his fingers through his locks and slowly pulling them through as he always did that when he needed his heart to slow down. Another, weaker shot of seed spurted out, which Corey caught in his free hand, cupping it below his lip as it ran down his tongue.
When his original dick was well and truly milked, he pull his head off by the hair and lifted himself up to face his second, still erect cock. While he hadn't had time to explain it to Delun, his mods were even more extensive than they outwardly appeared. As it turned out, even the simplest mods required a lot of supporting sub-mods to make everything work as intended. For Corey, these less visible mods included increased stamina, better ability to hold back orgasm, improved dick durability, the ability to stay hard longer than any doctor would otherwise advise, and of course, having his two dicks each operate on their own libido. Even if one was spent, the other could still be ready to go!
Corey short circuited, producing only a "Wha-uh-UNF?!" sound as his head was tilted to one side and hot cum was poured into his ear, then spread around his ear hole with forceful smears for such delicate fingers. He bit his lip, feeling his seed slide through his own head, passing through his brain which he swore he could feel squirm despite not springing for that mod. He felt a mix of feminine and masculine fluids spill into his lap from his sodden pussy, and just as the first drop reached the other ear hole, Corey was spun sideways and impaled from his well lubricated ear all the way through to the other!
Corey felt his mouth fall open and moan unabashedly, but he couldn't hear it. Whatever Spanish language pop song that had been playing was buried. The only sound he could make out was a muffled, moist squeaking, like a latex balloon as his cock crushed his brain up into the cap of his skull. Corey dumbly drooled, saliva spilling down his sleek chest and onto his other, still twitching cock. He couldn't even make out his own reflection, his eyes crossed so hard that only a mess of shapeless color remained. Corey's body, ever so slightly more mentally coherent, briefly regret not getting the removable brain add on like Viola had suggested. He would've loved blowing his own brains out with his load. Heh, maybe if he asked Cass for Wil's number...
Before Corey's head passed out from pleasure and before he spent his second shot, the body pulled him off his cock with a satisfying 'pop' that managed to both deafen and return sound to Corey's head. He'd lost track of time entirely, but hearing the final chords of some death metal song followed by the gentle beat of a synthesizer let him know that his body had enjoyed the new holes for at least a song and a half.
Corey looked at his scaled up cock, kissing its head and gently licking up his sweet precum as he body appreciatively stroked his cheek. Despite being his own toy, one meant to be abused, it was clear he still cared dearly for his comfort.
Pressing into his kiss and sliding him up to the tip, waiting until Corey opened wide to show he was ready, Corey's body simply let go of his head and allowed gravity and friction to battle for control. Corey gave a muffled grunt as his head slowly and haltingly slid down his shaft, his neck stretching and buckling and his body grabbing the bench tightly. Of course he could take it, though his set up had been designed more to accept entrants from the opposite end. Speaking of, the head soon pierced his new pussy in breach, and shortly thereafter his lips met with his sweat slick shoulders.
There was a pause, as Corey and Corey took stock of the situation. Then, Corey gave a muffled moan, and his body grabbed him and started pumping. The flared head of Corey's enlarged dick caught and dragged along the lips of his throat cunt, making his throat quiver in silenced moans and making his body hunch forward in exertion. Corey's soft hair tickled his body's convulsing shoulders as he was driven into them, and in turn his long nails choked his stretched out throat and sent shivers up his remaining spine. Together, they experienced a pleasure like none other. New and exciting and intimate and unashamedly narcissistic. Corey was an awesome cock sucker and an awesome dickhead!
"Thar she blows!" Came Cass' distant voice as Corey came. He heard a heavy and wet thud as seed struck the popcorn ceiling. He felt thick ropes and thin squirt rain down on his tender neck and into his frizzy hair and new patch of pubes, and onto his shoulders and arms. He smiled, and felt his smile around the base of his dick as afterglow washed over them. His eyes were closed, and he could see only his head twitching and shaking. He weakly stroked his cheek, providing what tender aftercare he could. He sat together with himself, and listened to the next two songs play.
Corey cock softened and sagged, and gravity was once again besting friction as his head slowly slid off. The body rested a hand on Corey's cheek, assuring him that everything was alright. Corey didn't resist the dismount, opening wide and doing his best to keep his throat loose and his teeth far apart as he slid down. With a pop and a plop, Corey's lips smacked together and gently fell into his body's lap.
"Damn, don't remember buffing my refractory period." Corey said, looking down at his smaller, cuter, spit covered original cock, rock hard again and now perhaps bigger than the blown big one. "Need me to get that down again?"
To his surprise, Corey had a different idea. He set Corey down on the bench, picked up his soiled trousers, and after emptying his pockets into the shopping bag he used his own pants to mop up his mess. Corey watched himself silently, admiring his glistening body and giggling as he wiggled his own plump booty in his face when he wiped the floor. When he was done, Corey's pants had only one clean leg, which he used to clean himself and his head. When they were as clean as they were gonna get, the body tossed the ruined pants into the small plastic waste basket in the corner, then pulled out the red shirt with white doves and slung it over his shoulders, leaving it unbutton and his sleek, sweaty chest exposed. Corey raised a brow as his body put its other shoe back on, leaving him bare from waist to ankle. He was about to ask if he should call for Cass to bring him some shorts or something, when he was again impaled on his own original dick, facing forward and able to see himself in the mirror as his body grabbed his bag and shamelessly strode out of the changing room, his head acting as a sentient cod piece. Amid gasps and oohs and aahs he approached the counter, where Cass looked down and winked at his crotch which winked right back. "Gonna forward you our cleaning bills, you know that, right?" She asked, ringing up Corey's shirt and the blazer he'd give to Delun.
Corey reached into his bag and certified himself as a total nerd by pulling out his well used checkbook. He took a pen from the cup at the register, but paused before he made a mark. He tapped the back of the pen to his big flopped cock as he thought, then with a flash of inspiration scribbled something on the check which he then passed to Cass.
Cass raised a brow as she read the check. Corey had left the amount to be billed blank, so Cass could at her own discretion bill for the cleaning as threatened. Corey had filled out the date, the memo, and the name, except...
"Cody?" Cass asked, wondering if this was some kind of trick.
The body rubbed his cod piece's cheek, and pointed emphatically. The head gave a muffled laugh, realizing what he'd done.
"Oh, hardy har all the way to the bannk." Cass said, struggling not to actually laugh along. "Cod-y. Cute. Well, see you later, boys! Enjoy... whatever this is."
Corey gaily waved her adieu and marched into the night, Cody happily bouncing on his dick all the way back home. On his way, Corey and Cody made up their mind. Delun could suck it up or just suck it. These changes were for him. They made him happy. Delun would have to either accept him for who he wanted to be, or hit the boring bricks. There were plenty of other fish in the sea, and plenty of those fish were just as freaky as Corey and Cody!