Recursion B.3.

RECURSION 

B.3.

Joseph awakens slowly, muzzy and sore, “Where am I?” He croaks.

“You’re awake!” Olivia’s voice says, too loud and too close.

“What… happened?” His neck aches and he cant seem to move his body.

“I can’t believe it worked!”

“Uh?”

“There was a terrible accident and… maybe it’s better if I show you?”

Joe gasps as his body moves involuntarily, pushing itself upright and swinging out of bed. He strains his neck for balance and his body climbs to its feet and he gasps!

It isn’t his body!

Reflected in the mirror is his wife Olivia, her beautiful naked body and smiling face, but with his head and neck sewn onto her shoulders!

“No…”  His eyes trace their reflection desperately looking for tricks, evidence this is a prank or a dream. Pale long legs, generous hips, a lean stomach, full heavy breasts, elegant arms, and two heads, one of which is his, angular and masculine with a stubbled beard and short honey blonde hair, but sporting a thick ragged scar where his neck is attached to Olivia’s shoulders. Next to him is Olivia’s concerned face, her own neck marked by surgical scars from repositioning her head a little to the left. His hand, her hand, reaches up and gently touches his face. “Babe, it’ll be okay.”

“How?”

Olivia runs her delicate fingers along the ugly scar that attaches her husband to her body, “You were in an accident…” an airplane crash, fire and debris, bodies. She shivers, her freckled skin horripilating at the memory. “You died, your body, but they kept your brain alive with life support, but their was so much organ damage…” Tears sting her eyes, memories of Joe in a bed, missing so many pieces, unconscious and hooked up to a pile of gasping chugging machines. “You were in a tough spot…”

“So they attached me to you…” Joe can feel her heart beating, their heart beating, the upset tightness in their back muscles and shoulders.

 

Olivia nods, sucks her lips, “It was an extreme experimental procedure, but we were a good match, and well, it was our last option… I couldn’t bear to lose you…”

“I…” I’m just a head on my wife’s body. Just a head… but at least I’m still alive. “Thank you…”

Olivia pushes his cheek and turns his head so they’re staring at each other across the narrow expanse of their shared shoulders, intimate as lovers, noses touching. Olivia looks at Joe, love in her eyes, but lust too. She kisses him on the lips, gently and then hungry with desire, “I missed you so much.”

Joe feels their heart beat nervously and a strange tingly heat in their feminine belly. Their breasts feel fuller somehow, heavier, and their nipples prickle slightly, “But… I’m just a head… on a woman…”

“This body we share is wonderful,” Olivia says huskily, a hand touching their stomach, tracing downward. Joe gasps and feels the heat in their belly bloom into a hungry ache. Their crotch tightens and starts to gently throb. Fingers reach pussy, ever so gently touch, and Joe feels wetness and an alien tingle of pleasure. “Let me teach you…”

Joe nods, blushing, and Olivia smiles at their reflection, bites her lip, runs their hands along the silky soft expanse of their skin, caressing the gentle curves of their hips and flanks and belly. Joe gasps, amazed at the sensitivity of his wife’s skin, his new skin, how much more alive to touch he is now. Olivia gently stokes her breasts and Joe’s neck shivers. Olivia grins, enjoys watching Joe blush, savors watching her hands run along her body, has always admired her reflected beauty. She grabs their breasts, squeezes them, and Joe gasps at the strange new pleasure. Olivia tweaks a nipple and her husband moans, overcome by the starburst sensitivity. “How is it?” Olivia asks, panting with arousal. 

Joe moans again, cheeks rosy with helpless shame. He feels emasculated, but the pounding hungry arousal inside his body, his female body, in his cunt, is inescapable. Inexorable. “Please…” he gasps.

Olivia smiles, breathing hard, delighted by Joe’s capitulation. She watches in the mirror, giddy and hot, as she grasps their tits and glides their slender hands along their stomach, across their hips, down their hairless mound, Joe is breathless with desire, and strokes her finger deep into the hot dripping gash of their pussy. Joe gasps, whines, Olivia presses their finger to their clitoris, makes Joe moan, moans herself, their beautiful body squirming in pleasure in the mirror. “Fffffuck…” Joe pants, feeling their heat and slippery juices coat their fingers.  Olivia growls and reaches a finger up, between tight drooling labia, penetrates deep inside their cunt, and Joe groans, deep and guttural, at the inexplicable novel ecstasy of vagina. “Ohhhh… ohhhhh…” he gasps…

“Yessss…” Olivia hisses pulling out their wet fingers and lifting them up to Joe’s face, pushing them into Joe’s gasping lips, filling his mouth with the familiar flavor of his wifes cunt. His own cunt.

“Oh… ffffuck….” Joe begs. “Fuck…”

“Of course…” Olivia says, cocking a hip and posing for the mirror, enjoying her beauty and captive husband. “But there is something else we need to do.”

“Uhhnnn…”

Olivia walks away from the mirror, sparing a glance at their shapely back, the bounce of their plush ass, and climbs back onto the bed. “We didn’t just save your head,” she explains breathlessly. 

“Ohhhhh…”

Olivia leans over the bed to a humming machine, some kind of medical techno cylinder. She fiddles with controls and the device grumbles to life, sucking air through the vents and loudly chugging like a peristaltic pump. Joe blinks his eyes, confused and unfamiliar with the machine, wonders where this is going… Olivia smiles and lifts something attached to the device by a thick black hose: a cock!

Joe gasps, not just any cock! His cock! His erect cock and balls attached to a rubber handle and hose! “What!? How?”

Olivia lays back on the bed, gets comfortable, holds the disembodied cock up to their faces. It is seven inches of hard maleness, veiny, glans bulging, leaking a dribble of precum. “After the accident they saved your cock too, gave it special life support…”

“Why?”

“Because I need to feel you inside me, inside us!” Olivia moans, lifting the cock to her lips and kissing it, thrusting into her mouth, sucking for a moment. Joe watches agog, feels a ghost memory of fellatio, feels a hungry spasm in their boiling cunt. Olivia pulls the cock out, glistening with saliva. “I need to be fucked by you one last time…”

Joe stares at his own cock and feels a war of disgust and desire. He’s a man! He doesn’t want to get fucked by a cock! But his cunt is so hungry! So aroused! He’s desperate for relief! He can feel the emptiness in their core, the aching wet void begging to be filled! And it’s his own cock, torn from his body and reanimated! How fucked up is that!? Can he really be about to fuck himself? Does it being his own cock make it better? Doesn’t he owe this to Olivia? “I don’t know…”

“It’s okay,” Olivia says, spreading their thighs and reaching down to stroke their cunt. “I’ll make sure it feels so good… you’re going to love this…”

Joe moans as Olivia rubs their clit, feels the pounding throb of their cunt. How can he possibly resist? He bites his lip, nods, “Oh-ookay….”

Olivia is panting with need, positions her husbands reanimated cock against the drenched slit of their vulva, and rubs it against their labia, their clitoris, painting the cock with desire. Joe whimpers and hisses, is surprised by wonderful new sensations. Olivia wiggles their hips, works the cock against their opening, she pants and lifts their ass, pushes the cock inside their body. Olivia gasps and Joe moans at the sensation of glans parting labia, stretching circumference, filling, stuffing, impaling. Joe sees stars, whimpers, and Olivia laughs, as she firmly forces the cock deeper and deeper into their body, inch after inch, until the cock is buried to the balls inside their cunt. Joe is panting, his old cock feels enormous! Gigantic! He feels like they are being stretched to bursting! “Ohhh… ohhh….” He gasps.

“Mmmmm…” Olivia purrs, enjoying the moment.

“It’s so, so big!” Joe whines.

“Yes…” Olivia agrees, gripping the cock’s handle with both hands. “Yes….” She starts to pull the cock out of them and then pushes the cock right back inside. Joe groans, “More…” Olivia moves the cock faster, in and out, thrusting harder, building a rhythm. Joe’s mouth opens wide, grunting, panting, overcome with pleasure. “Oh fuck…” Olivia pants, fucking them faster and faster, “Put a baby in us!!”

“What!?” Joe gasps, before his mind is obliterated by the white flare of orgasm! “Aaaaahhnnnn!!!”

“Ah-ahhhh!!!” Olivia cries. “Make us a mommy!!”

And then the cock buried inside their cunt ejaculates! Erupts! blasts semen into their vagina and womb in a burst of heat. “Ohhhh….”

“Ahhhhh….” Olivia sighs, collapsing onto the bed, softening cock plugging their cunt, trapping semen inside their body. She strokes their warm belly, sighs again, drunk with the hope of conception.

Joe is delirious, obliterated, light headed with exertion. His neck scar hurts and so do Olivia’s surgical marks. They’re still weak from their respective ordeals and are exhausted by their strange new lovemaking. But fucking hell it had felt so good…

Joe dozes, falls into a deep sleep, and Olivia lingers, wistful, but soon joins him>>>