This choice: A Penis and it’s testicles. • Go Back...Chapter #10A Penis and it’s testicles. by: Silence   As you watch the headless woman walk away back to her car, you absentmindedly admire her ass as she strolls away, while wondering what the hell it is that you’ve got to watch over for a week to pay for your pizza. Given that she’s missing her head but is absolutely fine, you wonder if it is a body part of some sort… maybe you’re going to need to watch over someone’s head?
You frown at that thought, you don’t relish the thought of sharing your pizza, especially when you have to pay for it with a service like this… then you tilt your own head in thought, maybe it’s another body part… but what part of your body would you want to give to someone else to take care of… and on that train of thought, you wonder how exactly this woman even functions without a head… does her body no longer require anything to function, no food air or water? Or does she still have a connection to her head and somehow does all the normal stuff remotely?
You frown and shake your head again as you realize an even better question: how the heck did she lose or take off her head in the first place?
It’s not long before she’s retrieved whatever it is you need to take, and starts walking back… and you can already tell it’s not a pizza of some sort. She seems to be carrying a big lunch bag, which doesn’t give you much insight into what it could be until she walks up to your porch again and unzips the bag and you peer inside… you stare for a moment and then recoil in a mix of shock and straight disgust.
“No, no way in hell!” You immediately say.
She puts her hand on her hip and puts the bag down inside your house and shakes her finger at you and then points at your pizza, you roll your eyes and pick up the box and hand it back- orrr you try to at least- she refuses to take it holding up her palm to stop you.
She pulls out her phone and types: “You have to take it now, by asking what you need to take, you agree to take what you are presented- or alternative payment.”
“Bullshit!”
“It’s in the adds online and in the papers, it’s in smaller print at the bottom.”
You frown and pull out your own phone and go to the site you ordered from and reorder again… this time on the look out for anything suspicious… and then you find it:
“Note, you may be eligible for a free pizza. On delivery if the deliverer says they do not take money as payment, you may be instead prompted to provide or watch over something else as payment. At this time you may demand to pay normally by showing this statement and our associate will be obligated to take a normal payment. However if you do not, and ask what the payment is, then you are agreeing to whatever the payment may be, and can no longer demand a regular payment with currency, or forfeit your order.”
You groan after you finish reading it. You give the headless woman the stink eye and ask: “What if I refuse?”
She shrugs, and slides her phone back into her pocket and steps forward and seems to lean down to pick up the bag… but then her arms suddenly darts forward and into your shorts and wraps around the base of your cock and balls, and then jerks back with a loud pop similar to a suction cup being pulled off glass!
Your cock and balls suddenly feel a lot colder and you also still feel her hands around your junk… and when you look at said hands, you realize with horror that the reason why you do is because they still are- your large cock and balls are off your body and in her hands! Even without a head she seems to be appraising them, as judging by her body language, she apparently likes what she’s holding.
You pat your shorts in horror, and feel nothing there… and see nothing when you pull your waist band away from yourself, no cock, no balls- but no blood or guts either, your crotch is about as smooth as a Ken doll’s!
You look back at the woman, who is now bending down to pick up the bag.
“Give me my junk back!” You yell, voice embarrassingly higher due to shock and fright.
She stops and shakes her finger again and shoves your hardening dong in-between her cleavage, which feels good, but you try to ignore that as she pulls out her phone and types: “Your junk isn’t your junk anymore, it’s now company property seeing as you declined the first type of payment, second type is a body part of my choice… or it is, unless you weren’t serious about declining that is.”
You glare and bend down and swipe the lunch bag up, inside it is the source of your earlier disgust, another cock and balls, a large fat set of sexual organs, and not exactly something you’re into… especially when they are bigger than your own. “I’ll take it…” you say with resignation… holding your hand out for your own member.
She types: “Was that so hard?” Before sliding her phone away again, and then taking your hard, throbbing cock out of her boob window slowly… your the head of your sex leaving behind a gossamer strand of precum attaching it to the two knockers, and the strand almost makes it full
a foot before breaking. She pantomimes kissing it… then unceremoniously drops it into the bag on top of the other cock and balls, making you squirm in discomfort as she turns to leave.
“Guh…” you reach in and gingerly pull your penis off of the other one and… without a better idea, put it on top of your pizza box and the bag next to it before you chase her. “Wait!” You shout at her retreating form.
She stops and pauses.
You grimace and try to think of how to ask your questions and then just groan and walk closed enough to whisper: “How the fuck am I supposed to take care of another man’s cock?! And my cock! How do I put it back on?!” You grimace. “Does it go back on? Please tell me it does.” You hiss.
The woman’s chest heaves… clearly she’s getting a kick out of your discomfort… but she pulls out her phone, and replies: “1. You’ve had one your whole life, you should know how to take care of another one. 2. Just press its stump on where you want it, be it on you or something else, doesn’t matter it will stick. 3. Like I just said, it goes back on.”
You let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.”
“No problem, give me a second, I’m not done.”
You wait as she types some more. “Now, if you press your new penis to any part of your body, you’ll feel and be able to use it like it was your own… just remember it’s not though, it’s still a part of it’s original owner’s body, you’re just watching it for a week, afterwards you can return it or decide you want to keep it.”
“If I keep it, will it be mine?”
“Yes, in the sense it will be your property… but it will still be a part of its owner, unless you give it back or they pay to have it returned.”
You frown at that… looks like you’re returning it then.
“Now, just a word or two of advice, just pressing a detached part on isn’t secure, they can easily be pulled or shaken off. To really make it stick you need to squeeze around the stump and press, then release your squeeze on it, that should make it cement to it. Then only the person that put it on, or its owner can take it off by squeezing and pulling.”
“Oh, thanks… any way to permanently put my dick back on?”
“What? You mean make it undetachable again?”
“Yeah.”
“Nope… your cock and balls are detachable for the rest of your life now, and to be fair, they were going to be either way, you’ll need to put that other penis on to see if it has to take a piss, so I was going to have to pop it off, even if you took the other dick… speaking of which, it’s been in that bag for awhile now, and oh… I’m pretty sure it’s owner is gay, later!” And with that she leaves and you gasp as you run back inside.
You look inside the bag and see that it’s still dry… fuck, if it’s still a part of its original owner, dude will need to piss… and you suspect that the guy will just go if he can’t hold it…
You shut your door and pick the bag up and take it to the restroom… put it on your sink counter and stare at the large organ inside.
You take a deep breath and let it out… then pull down your shorts and boxers and then gingerly reach inside and pick up the large heavy sexual organs and try not to watch as you attach them… and fail miserably. You sigh and admit defeat as you look at the package and find you have it backwards, and that it’s starting to get hard from the attention, and turn it around and press it onto your groin.
The moment it’s on you grimace as you are hit with the overwhelming urge to piss! You aim it up and try to go, and immediately a thick stream of urine exits the half chub monster and smacks into your toilet as you sigh in relief.
After pissing like a race horse, you shake it off and squeeze the rest out and go to pop it off and return it to its bag… but then stop as you realize that you’ll stop feeling it. That’s wouldn’t be a problem, it feels good in your hands, and enjoys being handled, which feels weird and wrong as a straight guy knowing it’s still someone else’s cock and balls… but, then you wouldn’t know when it has to go!
You groan as you realize this means you basically have to replace your cock and balls with it for the week if you don’t want any “accidents”.
“Son of a bitch…” you mutter as you pop it off with a sharp tug, noting that you stop feeling it like the headless woman said… then put it back on securely as she instructed. You nod with zero satisfaction as you give it a good yank and find that it’s practically bolted on.
Resigning yourself to a weird week with a monster dong and life with a detachable cock, you pull up your shorts, return to the living room, grab your pizza and cock and sit down in your chair to eat after gently laying your member on your thigh, careful not to let it touch the other cock through the fabric of your shorts as you search for something to watch… at least the pizza is as good as it smells, and didn’t get cold…
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