His hands complied. (Canon)

Chapter 7: "Junk Agnostic"

I could feel the breeze as his hand approached. He didn't go for my lick, but instead, he gently cupped my sex. Two fingers spread me open as he searched for my clit. I put one hand around his shoulders, holding him steady. With my other hand, I reached out to my bedroom door, and waved my fingers. The deadbolt thunked into place, and I muttered under my heavy breath. "Locked." I looked up at Sam, my brow furrowed as he rotated his fingertips against me, and his eyes locked with mine. My hips swayed from the pleasure, and I felt my chest heave up and down.

I didn't know if it was just because I was actually horny, or if fucking with reality had given me new genitalia with a libido to match. Either way, it felt incredible. As he spread his fingers around my clit, around and around, I felt my lick getting impatient. I'd never used it before, at least not for pleasure. I'd only ever touched it to clean it in the shower. It had never been this hard. It had never been this wet. I realized there was more to it than I knew.

As I curled my lower tongue up and up, I felt a gushing sensation, like peeing. I sensed it along nearly my entire length, but when it got to the tip, my tongue suddenly engorged. The flesh rippled, opening a small hole at the end. I moaned louder, feeling an orgasmic wave as my entire tongue came, from cunt to tip. I watched as all of the skin around my lower tongue became creamy and white, secreting extra lubrication as I clenched in pleasure. The hole at the end of my lick sprayed out as I flexed it back and forth, spraying me in the face, getting all over the ceiling, and dripping down into Sam's hair. He smiled the billboard smile at me and I nearly came again, the aftershock of my lick's first orgasm. It was heavenly. I tasted my... It wasn't sperm, was it? I was in too much of a daze to care, but I thought I remembered a sex education course that said it was just ejaculate. Only cum, meant to lubricate that much more. Sam's fingers stopped rotating, and I moaned in disappointment.

"No, please." I begged. He shook his head.

"I'm going to need a towel if you're going to do that again." He held his grip on my shoulder, leading me to my bed and setting me down. Sitting with a lick was strange for a moment. I could feel it press against my bedspread, firm against it as if I had a penis of my own. I guess that's what it was. How did this happen to me? I took a breath, wiping my cum from my face, and tried to clear my head as I watched Sam root through my laundry basket.

When I wanted to experiment with myself, I was planning on making it different just for Kat's anatomy. I wanted to make sure I could give her the body she'd always wanted, so she could enjoy it with whoever she wanted. I selfishly thought that should be me. And then I'd thought, if I could change her, I could change myself to let her enjoy whatever she'd been missing. It broke my heart, her not getting to lose her virginity as a girl. I felt like if I were giving her a gift, she could let me have that gift in return. I didn't know how the date would go, but I was confident that-

"Oh my fucking god." I'd forgotten the date. All because of Sam's smile, and... this new anatomy. Just because I now had body parts I couldn't quite control, that didn't make me feel any less crummy. I definitely wasn't horny anymore. My lick was definitely less girthy now, practically flaccid as it lay out in front of me across my bed. I winced as I **** it back up inside myself, inch by inch. Sam turned around, holding a hand towel that he rubbed in his hair. My spray didn't seem to be sticky, thank god. He raised an eyebrow at me. I let out a grunt as I finished filling myself back up, laying the tip of my tongue over my clit as if to protect it. It felt nice and warm, a contrast to the guilt that I couldn't quite shake.

"Are you good?" He asked. I stood up, snatching my blue dress off the floor and sliding it over my head. "What's going on? Did I go too far?"

I shook my head. "No, Sam. You're fine. You're better than fine." I watched the tip of his lower tongue continuing to flick against his glans, keeping himself hard with it. I felt so bad. "I'm sorry, but I need you to leave."

He raised his hands in protest. "Listen. I know we only just met. If I overstepped my bounds, I'm man enough to admit it."

"You didn't overstep anything, Sam." I sighed, taking the cum towel out of his hand and wiping my face with it. It came off without any residue. He pursed his lips. I tried not to make eye contact, examining my makeup in the mirror. He grunted as he took his lick in one hand, unwrapping it from his cock. It was still very wet, and my libido wasn't hidden that far under the surface. I stole a glance as I watched him sheathe it. The new male anatomy was fascinating, watching the fleshy mound widen to fit all of that flesh. His dick was normal as could be, but the thick mound that now sat behind it hinted at a bigger picture, one that tugged at my thoughts. If that was normal for people assigned male at birth, then what did I accidentally give Kat?

"Fine. Are you going to be at work tomorrow?" I nodded. "I'll cover for you with Roger for tonight." He pulled up his boxers from the ground, and then his tattered jeans. I noticed the seams were different now, just a bit wider to make room for that sheath in case it became unruly. One butterfly effect after the other. What else had changed? Did lick-jobs count as cheating? I looked at myself sullenly. It didn't matter, that's not what had just happened. Tongue or no tongue, I'd just gotten fingered by someone other than the person I was supposed to be on a date with in less than an hour. I was pretty damn sure that counted as cheating.

"Thank you." I said it over my shoulder, and I'm sure Sam didn't think I meant it. He nodded his head up at me as a farewell, then went to exit my room. He turned the handle, but the door didn't budge. I remembered my incantation. "Unlocked." It swung open freely, and I wasn't sure if Sam had yanked it that hard on accident or not.

I flopped onto my bed, bounding for a few seconds before coming to rest. I had a half hour to get ready before Kat picked me up, and my room still reeked of horny. I wished I had a shower in here, I didn't think I had the fortitude to go outside of my room. My parents would ask why Sam left, and I didn't have any idea how to even begin to explain that to them. It wasn't as if they didn't already know the birds and the bees. Or, the snakes as it now might have been. Oh god. Did my world-changing magic include my parents? Did they have...

Ew ew ew ew ew. That was not something I wanted to ever unpack.

Couldn't I just undo it? Make it so that the whole hemicorpus thing never happened. I wanted to, but I hesitated. Even changing little things like making Sam come to the house caused huge ripples. I didn't know if my newfound power was affecting time or reality or what, but it was insanely powerful, and so were the consequences of any ill-advised alterations. I remembered what felt like my body unmaking itself on a cellular level when I'd accidentally introduced new genitalia to my entire species. I didn't want to do that again.

I resolved to keep things as they were, and to watch my step going forward. No more fucking with reality.

I stared at the other side of my room, at the dresser and desk that resided there. I thought about how to rearrange my room, and a few moments later it appeared as it had in my mind. The desk was moved to the left, my dresser now taller, with extra drawers to accommodate my wardrobe. The corner of my room was empty now, and I thought really hard about taking a shower. I hadn't even had to focus, but the corner faded into a new layout, beholden to my whims. A small counter and sink. Tile on the floor. A glass cylinder with a removable shower head. I looked down at my dress, still spotted wet with cum. I took it off, returning to nudity and locking my door with a wave. I turned on the hot water.