Normal

Dr. Virginia seized the momentary quiet, slamming her palms onto the reassembled desk. Tears of frustration streaked her mascara. "Fo' shizzle, Jessica! Enough!" she choked out, fighting the slang twisting her words. "This... this ain't counselin'! We need normal! Make things normal! Please!" Her voice cracked on the plea, the desperation cutting through her **** street cadence. Dave whimpered beside her, his chin bruised from the relentless tapping of his transformed cock. *Thump-thump-thump.* "Yes! Normal!" he gasped, spittle flying. "Make it stop beating me!"

Jessica sighed, examining her perfect fingernails as Gary's distant roars echoed faintly from his marital bedroom dimension. "Normal?" she mused, tilting her head. "But Davey, darling, normal was you calling my cosmic energy theories 'hippy bullshit'." Her gaze drifted lazily to Virginia. "And Doc, normal was you scribbling notes about 'delusions of grandeur' while Dave whined about his dry spell." A flicker of irritation crossed her face. "Whatever". She lazily twirled her finger.

Dave gasped as his forehead-thumping cock instantly retracted, shrinking back to its original, flaccid state. He crumpled forward, clutching his groin in trembling relief. Simultaneously, Dr. Virginia straightened in her chair, blinking rapidly as the **** slang evaporated from her mind like fog. Her voice returned, crisp and clinical, though strained. "Th-thank you, Jessica," she stammered, smoothing her jacket with shaking hands. "Now, perhaps we can finally establish some therapeutic boundaries? Dave, articulate your feelings regarding Jessica's... recent transformations."