As usual, I was the first one awake. I rested on the seat of Veronica's panties. Veronica was being spooned by my Daisy. I could just imagine Daisy, who always woke up several moments after me, blinking those beautiful eyes of hers awake, her long lashes sweeping the last remnants of dream back into the dark corners of the world. Daisy, my ex-girlfriend. Veronica turned around to face us.

"Good morning," she said in that sultry voice of hers. "I see you're already hard for me."

She stroked my head gently.

"Mmmmmmm," said Daisy.

I would have, too, if I had been able to speak out loud. You see, I'm a penis. Literally. In fact, I'm Daisy's penis and testicles. Except for me, Daisy's form was very womanly, with curves and breasts and lips and all those other features that I still fantasized about. Several months ago, when I was a full-bodied human being and Daisy's adoring boyfriend, the two of us had stumbled across a cottage in the woods. We tried to interfere in some business that it would have been wiser not to have, and long story short the witch residing in the cottage put a powerful spell on us. Thus, Daisy got a dick and a pair of balls, and I became a part of her forever.

So when I say that Veronica stroked my head, I mean she stroked the tip of a penis. Daisy and I were enjoying the attention, building up to a climax, when Veronica stopped abruptly. Damn bitch.

"I'm taking a shower," Daisy huffed as she climbed out of bed.

"Me too," Veronica said.

"No, I need to cool down. I can't with your sexy body all over me."

"Fiiiiine. But don't cum without me."

"I won't, I promise," Daisy smiled.

Veronica had this weird tease and denial fetish. I couldn't really understand it, because I had always enjoyed being able to masturbate whenever I wanted (before my transformation) but Daisy didn't seem to mind playing along with it.

The hot, soothing water fell down on us. In my flaccid state I couldn't really see Daisy's face over the ample mounds of her breasts (I have all five senses, but no organs or parts that a penis and testicles wouldn't normally have. It's part of the witch's spell. My sense of touch is, naturally, much heightened.)

As always, she gave much more attention to washing and massaging me with her hands than I ever had with my genitals. I suppose it's her way of recognizing my personhood.

Thanks, I said. We could communicate telepathically.

Don't mention it, she sent back.

She dried off, put on a bra and boyshorts, and went to the kitchen. She got a to-go container of leftover pancakes out of the fridge and popped it in the microwave. While she sitting at the table, eating, Veronica sauntered in. Veronica who hadn't let us cum. Grr. Do you think she'll make me jizz onto your pancakes and force you to eat them? I sent.

Daisy nearly dropped her fork. I felt bad. It was enough for her to have to live with someone as consistently horny as Veronica without me sending sexual thoughts at her, which were most of my thoughts these days.

"Everything okay, honeybun?" Veronica inquired. She didn't know that I was sentient. She thought Daisy was just a regular futa girl, which weren't all that uncommon.

Daisy nodded. Veronica pushed back her girlfriend's chair and sat in her lap and on me.

"Do you want to share those pancakes, honeybun?" I heard in muffled tones. "Aw, come on. You can't eat them all yourself." Veronica hadn't showered yet, but Daisy and I liked her sweaty, musty scent.

"You know it isn't really your pancakes that I want, though, right?" Veronica whispered. "I want that big, beautiful cock of yours in me." Daisy jumped up. "Look at the time, I got to go."

She dressed in a blouse and short skirt, for my sake. I could see out from underneath it, but it was just long enough to conceal me. Usually. As I mentioned, futa girls weren't all that uncommon, so if someone did notice me it wasn't a huge deal.

She was so smart, my Daisy, but so lazy and lacking in ambition. With her almost intuitive grasp of computers, business, and marketing she could land almost any job she wanted, but what she wanted was the power to work four five-hour days a week, with two of those days being at home.

The subway was still five minutes away when we arrived at the station. Daisy had only left in a hurry because of Veronica's proposal, which she had made many times before. Although she had only had a penis for several months, Daisy was eager to put it in her girlfriend's pussy. I, on the other hand, wasn't.

Sure, it seemed sexy and even made me swell when I thought too much about it, but if I had a stomach it'd be filled with butterflies. The thought of being almost entirely immersed in someone's vagina filled me with a confusing mixture of emotions, good and bad. For my sake, Daisy kept refusing Veronica. I felt bad, being a cock-blocking cock. I was getting in the way of the love of my life having amazing sex with someone she cherished.

The train arrived. When she sat down the car was nearly empty, but a few a stop later it was nearly full up. There was a pair of pretty, petite girls sitting on one side of Daisy and a busty brunette on the other. They, like everyone else, were dressed for the hot weather. I started to feel myself buzzing with an inrush of blood. I tried counting to ten, then twenty, then one hundred, but it wasn't me, it was Daisy. Her heart was going like a jack-hammer and her mind was swirling with fantasies of doing nasty things to the women next us. One could hardly blame her. Veronica hadn't let her pop in two days, and the nearly constant teasing that woman subjected us to was unbearable.

Daisy rubbed her thighs together with me between them, which definitely didn't help the situation.

Stop! I sent. Think about old hairy men!

It was no use. Air was going faster in and out of her pink, pearly lips, and I was beginning to lift her skirt. I think her immediate neighbors noticed; the petite girls giggled.

Daisy was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of her stop.