Smooth

The room pulsed once—a heartbeat of impossible pressure—and Dave *wasn’t* anymore. No transition, no warping flesh; one moment human, the next *object*, smooth and cylindrical against the therapist’s office carpet. His vision—still somehow *his*—zoomed dizzyingly as he took in his new form: foot-long, veined silicone, his own horrified face molded neatly at the base where balls should’ve been. "Wh—?" His voice emerged tinny, high-pitched. Dr. Virginia shrieked, scrambling backward so fast her chair toppled. Jessica clapped giddily. "Awwww! Sentient *and* speech-capable!" She scooped him up, fingers cool against his shaft. "Look at you! *So* much more useful like this!"

Dave’s rubbery body flopped limply in her grip. "Jessica, *fucking change me back*!" he squeaked, voice cracking. She ignored him, tapping his tip against her palm thoughtfully. "Hmm… medium firmness? Maybe a *little* vibration function?" A jolt of electricity buzzed through Dave’s core without warning, making him yelp. "There we go!" Jessica grinned, stroking him absently. "*Now* you’re multitasking!" Dr. Virginia hyperventilated near the overturned chair, fists pressed to her temples. "Th-that’s *Dave*!" she choked out. Jessica blinked. "Obviously." She gave Dave an experimental squeeze. "And? He’s *way* less whiny as a sex toy."

Jessica tilted her head, faux-pensive. "Davey, wanna know a secret?" She lowered her voice conspiratorially, despite his lack of ears. "*Maybe* if you *really* focus…" She dragged him slowly down her cleavage, watching his face-bulge flush crimson. "*Maybe* if you make me *scream*…" Her breath hitched as she pressed him against her dampening panties through her skirt. "*Maybe* the universe’ll pick *you* next." Dave’s horror warred with **** hope—his vibration function sputtered erratically. "Y-you’re *lying*," he accused weakly. Jessica’s smile was saccharine. "Only *one* way to find out, *honey*."