Josh is a Dick... Literally.

Josh groaned as he once again shot his seed down Stacey's throat. It was the third time in a row he had done so with no breaks, and he wasn't even close to done. Josh was happy. It felt like having a hole to fuck was everything he really needed, and St- uh... whatever the hole called itself, was a great hole!

As she sucked away at the endless stream of Josh's cum, Stacey was unaware that Josh struggled to remember her name. Turns out that rewiring the body to be dictated by a dick instead of a brain robbed Josh of much of his knowledge, why would a dick care about the same things a brain did? Josh's memories of all the good times him and Stacey shared together started to become nothing but background noise. But the memories of him fucking Stacey's holes? They stayed well in place.

Stacey was still in paradise after taking 3 rounds of Josh's delicious cum in a row. Still oblivious of the fact that with the marker she had basically turned her husband into a brainless dick zombie. But it did concern her a slight bit that Josh had barely uttered a word in the past hour of endless face-fucking, only primal groans and guttural noises left his body.

Stacey was still recovering from having her face fucked to the point her jaw was beginning to hurt, but she almost didn't care. To her, it just seemed like Josh finally stopped worrying about the consequences and started living in the moment. And besides, how could she complain when it was giving her what she wanted all along... his delicious semen. As Josh began to softly thrust into her face for another round, the biggest thought that went through her head was that she would soon be swallowing more of that sacred nectar she craved so dearly.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

That thought was cut short when Stacey heard a knock at the door. She pushed up off Josh's thigh to get up and answer the door. "Sorry baby, I'll be right back" Stacey said as she quickly rushed downstairs to the door. Not realizing that she left the marker next to her husband.

Josh felt the cum begin to leak out from his head onto his thigh. He began to look around confused, where did the hole even go? Josh began to get upset, the hole made him happy, and he didn't like when it wasn't there to fuck.

Josh picked up the marker that had fallen next to his hand. He knew that the hole had used the marker to make him this way, but he loved it. Life seemed so much simpler now, his needs were so much more simple, and all it took to make him happy was a good hole to fuck, and with the marker, he could have all the holes he needs! He couldn't go back. He had to do himself a favor.

He picked up the marker and underlined "THINKS WITH HIS DICK". And with that, he knew he had nothing to worry about anymore, he just needed to find that hole because he needed to cum! He could feel his balls churning with the endless cum oozing out of his head, but he also felt something else, he felt himself going soft against his thigh.

That wouldn't do. The whole reason he married the hole was because of how much he loved fucking it, and how much it loved his cum! He had to fix this. He underlined what the hole had written on his thigh "ALWAYS HARD". He felt himself harden again, and it would be for the last time, as he was now permanently hard. It would be much easier to fuck holes like this!

Josh felt his hand massaging him, up and down his permanently hard shaft. He could feel the cum drooling out of his head and down his shaft. He couldn't wait anymore. He needed to fuck now.

He headed off downstairs, feeling himself waving between his legs, to look for his favorite hole...