What does it want?

When they reached her apartment, she led him inside, the door clicking shut behind them. The living room was dimly lit. She turned to face him, her expression a mix of concern and intrigue.

"Okay, Tim," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Let's see what we're dealing with here."

Tim swallowed nervously. He took a deep breath before he reached for the button of his jeans with his trembling hand. His penis was already pushing against the fabric, eager to be free. As he unzipped, it sprung out, the foreskin stretching and retracting as if it were breathing.

"Huff... Its so stuffy in there, next time wear something looser," his penis complained, it was pointing upwards towards his face as if waiting for an apology.

"I-I'm sorry?" Tim stammered, not really knowing what to say. He then Looked at Lucy with a confused expression.

"It's okay," Lucy said, trying to keep her cool. "I've seen weirder things."

"You have?" Tim asked, hoping she wasn't just trying to make him feel better.

"Well... no, but I've read about weirder things," she corrected herself with a nervous laugh. "Let's sit down." She led him to the couch, her eyes still glued to his moving penis.

They sat down, and Tim's penis remained erect, looking around the room with its foreskin opening like it was taking in the scenery. Lucy stared at it for a moment before looking back at Tim.

"So, what does it want?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and confusion.

"I don't know," Tim said, his voice still trembling. "It talking is news to me too. It wasn't doing that yesterday."

"Well, let's ask it," Lucy suggested, gesturing towards his crotch.

Tim looked down at his penis, which was now looking at Lucy with what seemed like fascination. "W-what do you want?" he asked it, his voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.

"Fresh strawberries," it replied, the urethral opening forming the words with surprising clarity. "And maybe...someone to share them with."

Tim's eyes shot up to meet Lucy's. She was staring at his penis with a mix of wonder and wariness.

"It...it wants strawberries?" she echoed, her hand slowly reaching for the carton they had brought with them. "Okay..." Not really knowing what to do, she opened the carton of strawberries with a trembling hand, her curiosity overpowering any sense of normalcy. She picked one out, a particularly ripe and plump berry, and brought it to Tim's mouth. But before the strawberry reached his mouth...

"No, not to him!" Tim's penis whined, shaking its head side to side, "It's for me!"

Lucy's eyes widened, and she paused her hand. "To you?" Lucy repeated, looking at Tim's cock in disbelief.

Tim's cock bobbed up and down as if nodding. With a nervous giggle, Lucy brought her hand slowly towards his penis. It leaned in eagerly, the foreskin opening slightly as if to accept the treat. The moment the berry touched the sensitive skin, the penis started nibbling at the tip of the strawberry, its foreskin wrapped around it like a pair of lips.

"F-fuck," Tim whispered at the feeling. It was... weird, to say the least.

"It's okay," Lucy said, her voice a little shaky as she watched the penis nibble and suck at the tip of the strawberry.

Tim felt a shiver of pleasure run through him as the fruit's juice trickled down the shaft of his cock. The sensation was foreign, but not entirely unpleasant. His penis, seemingly satisfied with the taste, began to wiggle around in excitement.

"Looks like it really likes it," Lucy said with a half-smile, her eyes not leaving the sight of Tim's cock.

Tim's face was a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I guess so," he mumbled, his eyes locked on the strawberry.

The penis looked up at Lucy. It looked as if it was about to ask for something.

"L-Lucy? I don't have teeth... I can't..." words escaped out of its opening, sounding seemingly as embarrassed as they are.

Her eyes widened as she realized the limitation. "Oh, right," Lucy said, trying to keep her composure. "Let's find another way." She stood up, setting the carton of strawberries on the coffee table. "How about a blender?"

Tim nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "That could work," he murmured, following her into the kitchen.

She approached the blender on the counter, and plugged it in, her eyes flicking to Tim's cock, which was still bobbing in excitement. "Okay, let's do this," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Lucy placed a few strawberries into the blender. She hit the puree button, and the blades whirred to life, the sound echoing through the small kitchen. The penis's twitched eagerly watching the berries get pulverized into a smooth, red paste.

"Ready?" Lucy asked, turning to Tim with the blender in hand.

"As ready as I can be for something like this..." he replied, his voice wavering slightly.

Carefully, Lucy tipped the blender, letting the strawberry puree dribble out into a small glass.

"Okay, hold still," she instructed Tim, her hand shaking slightly as she approached him with the glass. His penis quivered in anticipation, and he braced himself against the couch. She brought the glass closer to his penis.

As the glass hovered near the tip, the penis leaned into the strawberry puree, taking a sip. The sensation was overwhelming. Tim let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly.

"It's okay," Lucy soothed, her eyes never leaving the mesmerizing sight. "Just relax."

The penis took another sip, this time more confidently, the puree coating its urethral opening. Tim's eyes rolled back in his head as the sensation of the cool liquid washed over his most sensitive area. The sensation was intense, and the living penis seemed to love it.

"This is... something else." Lucy murmured, watching the scene unfold before her.

Tim couldn't find the words to respond. The feeling was too intense, too new. His cock was alive, and it was enjoying strawberries. Who would have thought? After a few sips, Lucy set the glass down, and the penis leaned back, looking satisfied.

"Mmm, so good," it murmured.

Tim was catching for breath, from the intense sensation he just experienced.

"Can I get more?" his penis asked, its foreskin moving slightly, eager for more.

"No! please, n-not again," Tim protested. He had never felt anything like this before, and he wasn't sure if he could handle it.

"Yeah, let's not go overboard," Lucy said with a small laugh, setting the glass aside. She sat down next to Tim, her eyes flicking back to the penis that was now resting against his thigh. "So, what do we do now?"

Tim took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "I don't know," he admitted. "I never thought I'd be in a situation like this."