Let's write a story /lit/

you open the door, it's channing tatum with a bandana on, before you can get a word in he tells you that his name is jeff. You know his name isn't jeff, why is he trying to pretend?

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>>8875057
He wips his enermous cock out along with a gun.

"Slobber in my knobber mr John Everyman or else I'll cook your cock on a big heavy pan"

With your thick, muscle bound John Everyman legs, you kick Jeff so hard in his dick that blood shoots in every direction, all over your door and carpet.

"Ain't no schlong, for this John," You crack a smile and say.

>>8875279
It was all a dream. Everyman woke up to find himself turned into a horrible vermin

jeff staggers backwards, trying to control his cock as it snakes back and forth like a fire hose, pointing it at your face shooting a powerful geyser of cum and blood, you cartwheel out of the way just in time as the mirror behind you is smashed into a million pieces by the force

Everyman says "Wow. I sure wish you hadn't broken my mirror. I wish I had a new one. I will now go to the store to buy a new mirror to replace the one that you so crassly destroyed." You then go to your garage where your car is stored.

You get into the car and drive to the store. When you get to the mirror section they are all broken save for one. Jeff and his crew of 4 are all standing there naked with large erections pulsating and flexing. They say " Karate fight us for the mirror nigger."

>>8876125
John karate chops all their dicks off then casually grabs the mirror, buys it, gets in his car, and heads home. However as he was driving, he noticed Jeff in the backseat, naked, stroking his bloody cock, ejaculating blood into his own mouth. This threw John off a bit tk say the least.
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This thread is a fucking mess.

>>8876151

it's even less than a reddit thread.

like 9gag or something.

you grip the wheel tightly, its slighy rubberiness makes you think of cock, as you search the edge of the highway for an escape you notice an ad poster for a finance company with a fleur de ly as its logo that looks just like a cock from an old greek statue, an optics store whose logo was two lenses with the temples connected so it looked just like a cock and balls, you saw jeff smiling in the mirror and realised however you were getting out of this it would involve cocks somehow

as you put your eyes back on the road you realised you had been driving directly into oncoming traffic, you lock eyes with the opposite driver as he swerves, last second, into an abutment. you brace yourself for the collision and ensuing pileup but as his hyundai slams into the concrete, both wall and car melt away into a multicolored lego daydream which resolves itself into a spiralling acid-washed tunnel of cocks. a kaleidoscope of gyrating dicks drift gently toward you, all oriented around the point from which perspective originates, spinning freely as they pass by your own vehicle. all different confabulations of dicks, ones rendered badly in poser, giant dildo weapon models for Saints Row, veiny hard cocks that are too realistic for comfort, and even abstract representations of dicks by your favorite experimental artists wiggle and wobble their way toward you. you look over at jeff with apologetic intent as clearly this surreal willy wonka-esque penis tunnel is built of your own memories and daydreams, not his, and you notice jeff is no longer in the car

"what the?" you say under your breath, you try to figure out which way up you are and scrabble for the door handle, you cant seem to grip it and your hand feels useless, like its lost function, you look at it and realise its a cock, your hands are both cocks, and the door handle is a cock too. In a state of panic you cry out, but all your vocalisations are channelled into that one syllable, "cock", "c... cock... c... c-cock" "COCK", as you continue fumbling, you notice your attempt to open the door handle has caused it to ejaculate everywhere, it is also a cock, you scrabble through a pile of cocks that have spilled out of the glovebox to find your phone, it is indistinguishable from all the other cocks, you glance back at the mirror, and by god what stares back at you, but a cock, youve transformed fully into a 6 foot cock

The camera zooms out through the fourth wall of the TV screen, and back into the living room of the two gentlemen watching the nightmare scenario. "Let's change the channel, this is getting really gay," one of them says. "No, wait, I want to see where this is going," replies the one called OP.

OP thought for a moment and then he speaks. "This show is getting kind of lame. You're right. Maybe there is a nice BLACKED video on TV. I sure do love those!" Then OP scrolled through the channels to find his cuck porn.

Wew lass, OP says ecstatically, these virtual reality thinga majings are getting quite realistic, Barbara, Nathan, Chrysanthemum, take off your headsets, all this thermodynamic entropy is making me famished, your Papa John is ordering pizza for the whole senpai, whos in the mood for mushrooms on theirs?