A ‘good morning’ peck on the lips

When David woke up he made a conscious decision not to open his eyes. Unlike the morning prior-he didn’t have any delusions about his predicament- all that stuff with his penis just being some messed up weird dream. All the horrifying things actually happened- he more or less accepted that those things actually happened. Through his closed eyed morning haze he could feel the dried up crust caking his face-demonstrating that not only did those things happen, but they appeared to have happened AGAIN. He let out an exhausted sigh figuring that he was going to have to have another word with his penis about it’s compulsion to cum on his face while he was asleep.

He let out another sigh repeating the thought: “I’m going to have to have a word with my penis about it’s compulsion to cum on my face while I’m asleep”. The bizarrity of that concept never got easier to accept.

He took one last moment to summon the necessary courage to take on his situation before resolving to finally open his eyes.

He looked down at his body expecting a similar situation from yesterday- his penis ominously staring at him from around his crotch. What he saw was slightly different- he followed the shaft with his eyes all the way up to see the tip hovering just a few inches away from his face, but still ominously staring at him- so at least that part was consistent.

Startled, he let out a scream.

“Good morning, sleepyhead” she said before lunging towards his mouth. David pursed his lips in defense, but that appeared to be what she wanted as he felt a suction that lasted for a couple of seconds before it released and she retracted, a thin string of precum still connecting her mouth and his lips.

It was all too much to take on. “Was that supposed to be... a kiss?” David thought.

“I’m so happy that I can finally do that,” she said gleefully. The string broke and accumulated into a little bead on David’s bottom lip. David, in his anxiety, licked his lips before realizing what he had just consumed.

The shock was starting to subside just enough for David to finally be able to speak, “w-what the..? H-h-how did...? W-why are...?” albeit- not well, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!”

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” his penis told him, “how about I make you breakfast and we can discuss this? Sound good?”

“You can make breakfast?” David asked, putting aside his mountain of unease to allow himself to actually be impressed. That was the first of its newfound abilities that actually seemed like a good thing.

“Of course! Would you like that?”

“Sure!” David said, intrigued to see a trick that would actually benefit him.

She then got to work on making him breakfast, and by that meaning she plunged into his unsuspecting mouth and proceeded to ejaculate in a steady stream he wasn’t able to refuse, despite wanting to.

Naturally he was overwhelmed with fear, dread, disgust, confusion along with a laundry list of other undesirable emotions.

However, a small part of him was kicking himself thinking “well how did you THINK she was going to feed you?!”