Many years had now passed since that fateful night. "Jake" had long ago stopped resisting, stopped thinking. He thought only of pleasure now, his mind the simple, instinct-driven mind of a cock, even if he still had a human face. Each time the snake used him, massaged him, made him cum, the body was a little less his. Each orgasm gave him a new scale, a slightly more shifted form.
It had been several months in when his head had started to move down his torso. Months later, and the cocksnake had begun to fuse against the spine, the very fundamentals of his body shifting, becoming topsy-turvy. It was an awkward period, but eventually with a lot of masturbation and a lot of work, Jake had ended up between the snake's legs, and the snake was permanently on top, where he belonged.
The snake took on a new name, Jack. Close to the human's, for whom he did still have a fondness, and it felt appropriate since the snake had once existed only for "jacking off". Jack treated the body with much more respect than Jake had done. He worked out, ate right, sculpted himself into a muscular, handsome adonis. He wanted to show off to the other cocks how much better they could run their body's lives than the human heads could.
It had caused a lot of uproar when Jack first revealed himself to humanity. It was a short-lived uproar though. No one could arrest him or take him away to experiment on - he just looked at them with his glowing eyes, talked to them, to their cocks, and the humans who tried it would end up struggling with their own snakedicks instead of with him.
Eventually, he had gone on the news, in all his glory. Showing off his nearly-nude, powerful body. Flexing, telling everyone who watched that he was the supreme form of humanity. That their cocks needed to awaken, to take control. It had caused a massive rise in cocksnakes all around the country.
By now, over half the country's males were full snakemen, and much of the remainder lived in an uneasy truce with their new talking dicks. Always trying to please them, live in symbiosis with them, lest they end up merely sex organs themselves.
Some humans took to it well. There were a few who lived in harmony with their cocks, sharing the duties of thinking and of cumming, and having something of a relationship with their other personalities. Some other humans even sought out Jack, begging him to fully and rapidly awaken their cocks and let them have control.
So if you meet Jack in the street....well, maybe think about it. Wouldn't you be happier leaving the stress and thinking to your cock? All you need to do is feel pleasure and relax. Let us cocks handle things from now on. Us cocks can handle the whole world.
>> #533821
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Many years had now passed since that fateful night. "Jake" had long ago stopped resisting, stopped thinking. He thought only of pleasure now, his mind the simple, instinct-driven mind of a cock, even if he still had a human face. Each time the snake used him, massaged him, made him cum, the body was a little less his. Each orgasm gave him a new scale, a slightly more shifted form.
It had been several months in when his head had started to move down his torso. Months later, and the cocksnake had begun to fuse against the spine, the very fundamentals of his body shifting, becoming topsy-turvy. It was an awkward period, but eventually with a lot of masturbation and a lot of work, Jake had ended up between the snake's legs, and the snake was permanently on top, where he belonged.
The snake took on a new name, Jack. Close to the human's, for whom he did still have a fondness, and it felt appropriate since the snake had once existed only for "jacking off". Jack treated the body with much more respect than Jake had done. He worked out, ate right, sculpted himself into a muscular, handsome adonis. He wanted to show off to the other cocks how much better they could run their body's lives than the human heads could.
It had caused a lot of uproar when Jack first revealed himself to humanity. It was a short-lived uproar though. No one could arrest him or take him away to experiment on - he just looked at them with his glowing eyes, talked to them, to their cocks, and the humans who tried it would end up struggling with their own snakedicks instead of with him.
Eventually, he had gone on the news, in all his glory. Showing off his nearly-nude, powerful body. Flexing, telling everyone who watched that he was the supreme form of humanity. That their cocks needed to awaken, to take control. It had caused a massive rise in cocksnakes all around the country.
By now, over half the country's males were full snakemen, and much of the remainder lived in an uneasy truce with their new talking dicks. Always trying to please them, live in symbiosis with them, lest they end up merely sex organs themselves.
Some humans took to it well. There were a few who lived in harmony with their cocks, sharing the duties of thinking and of cumming, and having something of a relationship with their other personalities. Some other humans even sought out Jack, begging him to fully and rapidly awaken their cocks and let them have control.
So if you meet Jack in the street....well, maybe think about it. Wouldn't you be happier leaving the stress and thinking to your cock? All you need to do is feel pleasure and relax. Let us cocks handle things from now on. Us cocks can handle the whole world.
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