Sexualize the Hair

Static?

Kim could have sworn she had felt something spark through her hair, clinging like static on a dry winter morning. But she was in the shower. As she tentatively poked and prodded her head, the hair seemed to move of its own accord, flowing around her prods as if it was trying to get away.

"Hmm...? What's going with...?" Kim questioned out loud, a confused expression covering her face.

The hair suddenly froze, before forcefully bringing itself down once again, subtly twitching in anticipation. She bent her face into the shower-head, bringing her hand through the front once more, the back of her hair, which just narrowly avoided her perception, balled up against gravity in apparent frustration, pulling itself into knots. She felt another spark ran through her hair, causing Kim to open her eyes and looked around, unaware of the apparition which was hidden completely out of her vision.

Returning her attention to her hair, she put her hand right beside the vaguely spherical bunching, searching for something. As if on cue, the ball unwound a bit of itself and lured it besides her hand, which she took unawares. Spinning it in her fingers, the rest of the hair fidgeted as it struggled to keep the one strand calm. Squinting her eyes, she gripped the strand between her fingers, slowly pulling it through to find the cause, the wet sliding sound echoing through the room. The rest of her hair almost seemed to be pulling itself out in pain, binding itself up into cords, nearly wringing itself perfectly dry in the running shower. However, her hyper-focus was a blessing, as the strand of hair caused no further suspicion.

It just needs a little conditioner, thought Kim, reaching for the tall bottle with a flip cap.

Peter felt like he was on the verge of exploding into a million pieces of pent-up lust. Every graceful manipulation with her petite hands had only made him more and more charged. While the sexual energy had empowered his silky form, it was too much for the hair to handle: it supported more of his "essence" than the panties, but the limit had already been reached.

Plooop

A coolness spread above him. Observing through the hair, he found that a blob of a white, viscous substance was deposited on the top of Kim's head. By instinct, he had the hair quickly absorb the substance, disappearing from view. Feeling the liquid flow through his form, it seemed to attract his energy like a sponge. Exactly what he needed. Looking upwards, Peter could see the bottle from which it originated, as she prepared to squirt some more. He needed more. Carefully extending a few strands of hair like fingers, he grasped the cap of the bottle, twisting it completely off just as she began to squirt.

Pluuurrrttt

The entire of the bottle flooded out in globs, painting her hair white, before suddenly vanishing as her hands went to investigate the spillage. It was just below the surface of the hair, low enough to be hidden from her hands, but high enough to avoid Kim feeling it on her head. He couldn't afford to lose the extra juice. Making a tightly-wound reservoir on the back of her head in the shape of a hollow hair-bun, he migrated the conditioner into the cavity, which quickly began to hang into two bags. Two bags which were hung like-

Inspiration struck Peter like a lightning bolt, instinct taking shape. If he could control the hair like a part of his limb, what was stopping him from making it into another part of his body?

"Damnit" Kim muttered under her breath, reaching down and grabbing the cap.

How in the world did it come off so cleanly? Furthermore, how could she have missed all of her hair, she thought as she patted around her head for some sign of its residue. Feeling the base of her neck upwards, she found something shocking. Her hair seemed to be suddenly bound up... into two sacks? She poked and prodded, feeling that while they didn't feel filled with hair, _something _was definitely in there. She tried to dig into them, but they seemed sealed tight, as if by some ****. Suddenly, she felt the oddest sensation above the spot, like a heavy weight had formed. Moving her hand around that spot, directly behind her head, she grasped something long.

A ponytail?

No, it seemed too tight. Too tight and... ?

Running her hands over the mystery object she felt it was a long, lanky knot in her hair. It connected at the bottom of the sacks, was smooth save for an indention which ran along the bottom, and seemed to taper off to a... head? She tried to pull the whole thing into her line of site, only to find that, in the process of exploring it, it had become large and erect, requiring her entire hand to even hold it in place. It almost felt like a-

No, what in the world was she thinking

Kim tried to pull her hand off, but found that she couldn't. Without her knowing, strands of hair had carefully fastened her fingers to the shaft. She panicked, pulling, tugging, thrusting her hand in an attempt to break free. This only resulted in the shaft growing bigger, the balls burgeoning bulkier, and her entire hair becoming a creature of it's own.

"What-eurgh the-_oof _Hell is this arrgh knot!?" She raged through gritted teeth; she didn't have time for this kind of bullshit. She let up on the effort, lowering her arm, only the be surprised when it her hand kept on. Her hair was continuing the process regardless, rubbing the hand along the shaft. Surprised, Kim let up on her neck muscles, causing her entire head to bob in tune with her hand. She grunted incoherently, trying to regain control, but it was too late.

Peter was in Heaven. Or rather, he was making his Heaven on Earth.

His genitals, which he thought were lost forever, were now brought back to life through the medium of the doctor's hair. They didn't just feel like his privates either: every thrust forward, every twitch made, even the bulging of the veins had been spiritually imprinted in to the hair, making him almost feel physical again. His "body" was now above her head, with his pelvis meeting right where her head began. He brought his junk into a more upright position, with Kim's body being **** to crouch, her tits swaying in tune to the strokes, along with her now-languid head.

Controlling her left hand with strands of hair, he had her play with the balls. She unwittingly felt them up, weighed them, and played with the underside tenderly, although her actual movements she was trying to make were far less friendly. He then brought her hand up to his shaft, checking the underside and giving it some quick, exhilarating strokes. A bit of watered-down conditioner leaked out the end, emulating pre-cum. The jet black look made it look almost like some sort of dildo, but the organic movements betrayed such an appearance; regardless, he loved it, flexing the "muscles" as the shaft of hair expanded in kind. Man, he couldn't have dreamed of such things mere moments ago, yet alone when he was alive.

Feeling a climax, he set his final plan into motion.

The rhythm of her captured hand sped up, sending her head into a cycle of whiplash, as the shaft and balls began violently twitching.

"God-fucking-damnit-stop-fucking-stop-fuck!" she grunted, with each extended bob of her head catching her voice in a doppler effect. Her eyes stung as the diluted conditioner leaked down her face, her mouth and nose water-logged from being cast into the shower's flow countless times, and her back and neck were simply killing her. She just wanted it to stop, stop, STOP!!!

...and then it stopped. Pausing her tirade, she caught her breath, trying to get her hands free before

Squelch

Her hair shifted around her. Her hand started up again, knocking her head below the level of her pelvis.

Squelch

Her hand was now moving faster than she thought was possible. Her hair contorted in an unseen way above, throwing its weight around, as she was relegated to observing the bobbing of her boobies.

Squelch

And with a final **** jack, stopping at the tip-