I wonder what this does

Story by FoxboyPrower on SoFurry

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This is the story I wrote for detachable awareness day 2013-4-17. My target was Himeric and his c-boy bull character.

I hope he and everyone else enjoys the story.

Character owner by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/himeric/http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9974291/

Delta II physiological manipulation system concept creator: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/jasentamiiahttp://devioustangents.com/main/comic/blank-canvas/

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All on the Google Docs version: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IIarQO5-1l-HeoXHaOZyelNbm_5HEaar-po9uycFrrc/pub


Nothing like a hot shower. The steam in your fur, the clean feeling, the.. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The bull's thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking at his door. Great, of all the times someone has to show up. He decided they could just wait until he finished. He rinsed the shampoo out of his fur and washed his genitals with a washcloth. Since he was a cuntboy this just took a few simple wipes over the groin. Steam poured out of the bathroom door as he exited with a towel around his waist. Now about that person at the door.

There didn't seem to be anyone outside when he looked through the fisheye. He opened the door and took a quick glance around. Nobody to be seen. There was a package at the doorstep though. That's odd, he didn't order a package. It was a box that said Delta II physiological manipulation system. There was no shipping address. They probably sent it to the wrong place. He couldn't just have this thing on his doorstep. The person who sent off for it should have invested in a better shipping company. No skin off his nose. To his disappointment the only thing inside was a pencil and a pair of incomplete gloves. This was probably artist supplies.

There wasn't really much to do at the moment, so he might as well try it out. His towel fell off when he sat down at the table, but it didn't really matter because there wasn't anyone else with the bull. He could try some doodling at least and see what was so special about this pencil. He grabbed a piece of scratch paper and does some scribbling. He was hoping to see what color this pencil made, but it only left a scratch like a pen without ink. After trying again it's obvious the pencil doesn't make any marks.

Well that was a worthless ripoff. Although he didn't pay for it it so it couldn't have been a rip off. He took a curious look at the pencil. What was this thing supposed to do anyways? Maybe it was just a tablet stylus. That makes sense but it had two ends. He touched the "eraser" end of it wanting to feel it. There was a soft hissing noise and to his shock, his finger fell off. His eyes went wide. It didn't hurt and didn't even draw any blood. The separation point was just covered with smooth skin. When it seemed like the moment couldn't get any stranger, when he wiggled his finger, the severed part of it also wiggled on the tabletop, and he could feel it.

The little gears in his brain were spinning quickly figuring this out. The eraser of a pencil erased stuff and the tip of the pencil drew stuff. He picked up the finger, pushed it back on the spot it went, then rubbed the cut with the writing part of the pencil. The finger was attached again. So he could take body parts off then put them back on. He had to experiment further. Taking a huge leap of faith, he took the eraser to his neck and rubbed it in a circle all the way around. There was a faint hissing sound again followed by the table flying up towards his face. That's what it looked like at least. He groaned as his head hit the table. He instinctively reached up to rub it but his hand awkwardly swatted through the air above his neck.

It was a surreal moment as his hands felt where his head used to be and rubbed the blank neck stump. He would have appreciated the oddity of the moment longer if his head wasn't hurting so much. It took him a moment to find his head on the table and pick it up. He rubbed the sore spot where he landed for a moment before opening his eyes. His face was right up against his belly. He realized his pussy was right below him. He only had to lower his head a little bit before his pussy was right in front of his face.

He slowly spread legs apart and just looked at himself up close for a minute. He could feel his warm breath on his lips. He hesitantly stuck his tongue out and gave his clit a gentle lick. He shuddered and pulls his head closer. His tongue quickly dove deep into the folds of his pussy. He moaned softly

He pulled his head back and licked the feminine juices off his lips. That was great, but he wanted more. It was at this moment he looked up at his body that was holding his head. The moment was confusing as it was surreal. He had to put his head back on or head was going to get sick to his stomach. He had to hold his head to the neck stump steadily while drawing the connection back on. Having his head back on his shoulders was a relief, but he was still horny. It might have been the taste of his own sexual juices still lingering on his tongue. It was probably that along with the fact he had just performed sexual acts he never would have even dreamed about. He had to do it again.

He didn't want to remove his head but... his mind was working as he looked down at his crotch. He could try a different approach. He took the pencil and brought it down to his groin. He spread his legs making sure he didn't erase anything else on accident. He wondered if this would work. After all it wasn't really something sticking out of his body like his head. He carefully stroked the eraser around his pussy. Suddenly it just fell off of his groin like a sticker. He felt the outer parts of his pussy softly collide with the floor. It fell under his chair. He got up and picked the up the delicate organ between two of his fingers. Holding it up to his face was exciting. It felt like a thick slice of lunch meat in his hands. He wiggled it a bit and pulled it open like he was opening a bag. He could see inside of it still. It was much deeper than detached piece of flesh was. He looked at it from the side as he slipped a finger in. A grin spread across his face as no finger appeared on the other side. His unoccupied hand felt his bare crotch and could feel the bulge of the finger moving around inside of him. It was like he was holding a magic portal to the inside of his body.

He gave the pussy a big lick giving extra attention to his clit. His body quivered involuntarily making him accidentally drop his pussy to the floor. It landed lips up in an inviting manner. This pencil was awesome. Wasn't there something else in the box? He checked and found a pair of artist gloves. If he weren't so horny at the time, he would have been really curious about what they did too. Unfortunately they just looked like something kinky to wear while finger fucking himself. He slipped the gloves on and squatted over his detached pussy. Taking his time running his fingers around the outside of his pussy felt so good. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He didn't notice the gloves were leaving behind a glowing dot trail. When he completed a single cycle around his pussy, the dots snapped together in a pulsating line. As if in photoshop, a little square appeared next to his "selected" pussy with options on it. But he still had his eyes shut and his fingers rested on the "change size" option. He opened his eyes just in time to see what was happening. He pulled his hand back in alarm. However in doing so he accidentally adjusted the size of his pussy to 300%. He could feel the pussy inside of him swelling in size as well. He had to stand up now to keep his swollen inner walls from hurting. Clenching his legs together was suddenly uncomfortable. While standing up, he stumbled and stepped right into his own massive pussy. His foot filled the gaping pussy leaving a little bulge in his belly where his foot was inside of him. He collapsed instantly hitting orgasm. Fem juices flooded his vagina leaking onto the floor. From an outside perspective he looked like he stepped into the drooling mouth of some subterranean alien. As soon as the quiver stopped, he pulled himself over to the bed limping a bit while leaving a trail of vaginal fluid behind him.

He needed more. however he couldn't easily lick his pussy now that it was stuck on his leg. His horny mind worked surprisingly quickly. He used the glove finger tips to trace the outside of his swollen clit and enlarge it by 300% like he did last time. He took the pencil and erased the base of his swollen clit causing the shiny pink orb of flesh to roll down onto his belly. He moan and rubbed the clit. It was about the size of a golf ball and even more sensitive now. He trembled as he brought the ball up to his lips giving it a soft kiss before sucking on the outside. He moaned and thrust his hips as he let the entire thing slide into his mouth for him to suck on like candy. He let the ball roll around in his maw teasing it with his tongue and swishing it against his cheeks. This went of for several minutes.In the meantime he was tugging on his pussy as if he was pulling up a sock. His foot wiggled rubbing all over his inner walls. Orgasm after orgasm was passed causing a trail of fem cum to slide down the side of the bed onto the floor. Half an hour later he laid in bed panting heavily. The ball of his clit was soaking in saliva next to his face and his leg was coated with fem cum. The pencil had rolled under the bed. It wouldn't be neglected for long.