What does Taylor do with his new equipment?

He can't stop bouncing it.

Hehe. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.

I couldn't help it, I flexed a few more times and watched it bounced each time. It was just so... odd, from my perspective. I let out a laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Though, this did open up new opportunities; for one, I could settle the debate on who had better sex. Hm, I wonder what Adams looked like as a woman?

The thought of my bodyguard sent a stirring through me, and I was startled when my cock started moving on its own. An odd feeling, a hard pushing feeling that made it twitch and start to rise without any prompting. I stared as it slowly got bigger and bigger, growing into a seven inch monster before my very eyes. Nearly twice the size of a soda can and half as wide.

"Oh, wow, that's..." my voice cracked as I stared at my own erection. The sensation was different from when I was a woman. A strong pulsing need, a single minded focus on my cock, to touch it and stroke it to completion.

I hesitated for a moment, my hand pausing inches away before wrapping around the warmth of my shaft. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine and I started slowly stroking it, picking up pace as each stroke sent a flood of pleasure up into my brain, faster and faster until-

"Hope you're ready to reap what you sow, you fucking bastard." A familiar voice hissed from behind me.

My blood ran cold, I knew that voice. Slowly I turned around, and saw...