James is a Dickhead

"You want to think with your prick, then I'll make it easy for you."

James felt that text was unfair. He wasn't just thinking with his dick. He had been respectful, and Rebecca had wanted James as much as he wanted her. It just didn't work out. That was no reason to insult him. James shook his head.

Why did his head feel cold? He reached his hand up to feel, and instead of hair, he felt a cone of flesh. What the heck? He turned on his phone camera and looked at himself. Instead of his hair, the top of his head sported the head of a giant penis!

"There you go, dickhead. I'm sure you've figured out at least part of what I've done by now. There's a second piece to this curse. Just think about how I looked when we slept together. How hot my body is."

James wanted to feel angry, but he couldn't help but remember just how tasty Rebecca looked naked. She was undeniably hot. Very hot. James was feeling hot. His head felt funny, and his dick needed attention. He dropped his pants where he stood. He needed to get off. He started jerking himself. Girls are hot. They've got boobies. They've got sexy asses. He could fuck a sexy ass. Before he knew it, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. His dick started to pulse, but to James' surprise, he felt his head tighten and squirt. He was cumming from his head!

"It's been three minutes, balls for brains. I'm guessing you've already cum by now. I know you want to, at least. That's right, James. Thinking with your prick means that it takes over whenever you get aroused, and like a good prick, all it wants is to get off as soon as possible, no matter what."

James felt his head clear almost immediately after his orgasm, and found himself quite embarrassed to have jerked off right where he stood. How could he live his whole life like this?