"You can't do that to our Dad, Mikey!" Jon yelled.
"You don't like it! He's your fantasy!" Mikey replied.
"I don't care; it's still wrong."
Mikey looked at Jon's dry crotch and thought he had discovered the problem. It assumed that it must be because Jon wasn't really feeling it, but Mikey knew he could change that.
Suddenly, Jon's vagina was no longer rubber. It was flesh and dripping wet. In fact, it was downright gushing. In less than a minute, there was already a small puddle on the floor. And Jon certainly felt hornier; he couldn't deny that. But no matter what he felt, he still maintained his moral compass, and that woman in the other room was still his dad!
Mikey was frustrated that Jon still hadn't broken down and took further action. The next thing that happened was Jon grew a dick right above his vagina. Now he was not only dripping wet but also had a raging hard on.
Jon was still resisting going into the other room, despite how badly he wanted to, but now he realized he could give himself some sort of relief. He tried at first to get his dick inside of his vagina, but it didn't quite bend that way. He was, however, fully capable of sticking his dick between his legs and having the two organs rub against each other.
His sexual feelings were getting more and more intense. The small puddle grew larger -- as big as if someone had spilled several glasses of water. There was an intense feeling of release as Jon's dick finally came. As it started to lose its hardness, he felt someone satisfied, but his vagina's lack of orgasm sent a signal of disappointment to his brain. It was an odd mix of feeling let down and complete. He collapsed in the fluids that had come from his own body, and Mikey smiled. It wasn't what it had hoped, but it turned out okay.
