Self Control [Work In Progress]

(Apologies for the delay on this post. This post is longer than my normal captions and it's taking more time than expected. I don't want to leave you hanging, so I'm posting a 'work in progress version'. The final version I'll finish soon and will have more images)

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It took everything in my control to keep myself from jacking him off. The instructions said, I couldn't cum until he's fully changed, so I had no other choice but to wait. I gripped the bedsheets and bit my lips. I should've been using some sort of distraction to keep my mind off him, but it was too fascinating to look away.

He squirmed and I could feel it. He would occasionally look back and I would give him a reassuring smile. We had run out of things to talk about, with the full process taking three hours. We were only two hours in and it was clear that both of us were going through our own lustful hardships.

It felt like I was being edged and had been the entire time. Every movement from Sam would send a pulse of horny pleasure straight to my brain. It made it all the more harder to not reach down and touch him. I could have asked him to stop, but truth be told, I liked it way too much to do that.

He no longer had arms, they were already absorbed into his shaft. His hips had fully merged with my skin and his lower torso was rounding out to the shape of a cock. My cock. His body was shrinking alongside his transformation. However, his head was still very much human. Granted, he had lost his hair. He could still move his jaw and he even open his mouth as if to speak, but closed it.

His legs were the first things to have gone and added extra weight to my balls. But he was still in control of them as he flexed my sack and it made me lurch forward. I didn't reprimand him. I knew it was one of the only things he had left in his control. As the transformation slowly crept up his torso, changing him from man to cock, it was the least I could do to let him do whatever he wanted, even if the options were limited.

"Grant?" he asked, his voice raspy, and shy.

"Yeah, Sam, what is it?" I responded through heavy breaths and gritted teeth.

He looked back at me with a concerned look on his face. "I don't know if I want to do this anymore."

I looked back at him stunned, and in dismay. I was completely caught off guard. "But it was your request to do this in the first place."

"I know, but just thinking, and going through it, it's too scary," he answered, "Just don't jack me off and I'll turn back to normal in twenty four hours like the instruction said."

I breathed once more and let out of a sigh. I cocked my head sideways and new he could see the disappointment on my face. But I guess I didn't have any options. Like what I said, it was his idea to do this in the first place, and I was the one that was hesitant about it. Your boyfriend asking to be your cock, it's absolutely crazy!

But he showed me the sketchy website that was selling the kit and at first I didn't believe him. That is, until he showed me a video of two guys who recorded it. I watched with my jaw on the floor as one man turned into the other's dick. After it was over I took a mental note of just how much his dick had grown now that the guy had become it. It was convinced.

Sam paid for the kit and everything. He applied the ointment to himself and voluntarily shoved me inside him. This was one hundred percent his doing but the idea had grown on me heavily. So to hear him say he no longer wants to do it anymore was heartbreaking.

"Are you sure, Sam?" I asked, "You were so positive about it in the weeks leading up to this. From the looks of it, you make a really good cock. And I promise to jack you off every day."

His eyebrows were pressed inward and he looked away. He was clearly conflicted. His torso was also fully cock shaft. The skin was at the base of his neck and creeping upward. He needed to make a decision, because he was running out of time.

He bit his lip and looked back. "Yes, I'm sure. Please let me change back."

I made eye contact with him and tried to give the best smile I could, given the circumstances. "I understand, Sam. I'll change you back."

I lied on the bed for another ten or so minutes in silence watching him change, but with a different meaning behind it now. I was no longer going to be able to cum, or have a big dick, or the feeling of being the provider to someone... This sucks.

He could no longer look at me. His head was permanently held forward and pointed upward as the pick skin of a cock engulfed the edge of his head. A dribble of pre came from his mouth and ran down our shaft. Even though it was only a drop, my hypersensitive skin could feel it run all the way down as it passed each nerve. Fuck this was going to be harder than I thought.

In a last stitch effort to maybe change his mind, I ran my finger down his back, starting at his changing cock head, to the base of out shaft where our skins merged. It sent shivers through both of us. Even though it was the slightest touch, I had never felt that kind of pleasure before in my life. It was clear Sam hadn't either.

"Woah," Sam said, his voice muffled and strained.

"Do you want me to do it again?" I asked, placing my finger on the back of his head.

He hesitated, but I knew there was not much time left. His eyes were the size of holes on a button and sinking into the skin. I ticked the back of his head.

"Yes," he said faintly.

Once more, I ran my finger down his cock shaped body but with more intent than the time before. Pleasure radiated through our bodies and more pre-cum spilled from his mouth. I didn't stop there.

I wrapped my hand around his and gripped, moving back up our shaft and ending with my hand wrapped around where his neck would have been. I dabbed the precum with my finger and tickled his chin.

My heart raced a mile a minute. Sam could feel it. Neither of us had felt like this before. It was the best, most intense, lust laced feeling imaginable. And I was going to have to give it up. I grimaced knowing this was temporary.

Sam's eyes had sun into his skin. His mouth was forming into the slit of a penis. I could see he was still in control of it, however, as it opened and closed without my involvement.

I rested my hand back on the bed and regripped the sheets.

"Well, maybe I could..." Sam said, trailing off.

I looked down down at my dick waiting for him to finish, but he didn't. "Could what?"

I waited and even leaned forward, putting my ear as close to his slit as possible, but no response came. Whatever he was going to say, he had turned fully cock before he could finish.