Working things out

“This is amazing! I can move my body how I want to!” Garrett’s cock happily bounced around.

Garrett was lost in thought, so lost he barely heard what his cock was saying. Everything became drowned out as he weighed the situation.

He no longer had control of his cock.

“Uh... Garrett?”

Sound returned to Garrett’s ears as he looked at his crotch, finding his cock pointing up at his face with a frown of what he could only decipher as concern on the tip.

“Are you okay? I didn’t make you mad... did I?” He watched his cock say, every word coming from it’s mouth filled with worry.

Garrett couldn’t believe it. His cock had magically gained the ability to talk and was concerned that it had made him upset.

“This is crazy...” he said to himself.

“What do you mean?” His cock questioned, still pointing at his face.

“My own penis is talking! And it sounds like a girl! How is that not crazy!? This has to be some kind of fucked up dream!”

“Well, i’d hope it isn’t a dream...” Garrett’s cock said sheepishly.

Both what his cock said and the way it said it drew Garrett’s attention “Wait, why do you say that?”

“I dunno... I~I just...” his cock huffed and pointed away from his face.

Despite everything that had happened so far Garrett wanted to hear what his cock had to say. He couldn’t deny that he felt a bit of concern for it...

...and that he thought his own cock being shy was very cute.

“I need to hear what she- she? It’s a cock. What IT has to say...” Garrett said in his mind. His thoughts already beginning to be conflicted on how he should address his now alive cock.

“I mean... she is pretty cute- IT is pretty cute~ Wait why do I think my cock is cute? Gah!” Garrett shook the thought in his head.

He slowly reached over and ran a finger down the side of his cock. Garrett felt it shudder slightly at his touch.

“Hey...”

His cock slowly turned back around to point at his face.

“...yeah?”

Garrett took a deep breath before exhaling.

“What’s up?”