Never try and outdrink Rebecca; it only leads to bad places.

David had learned a great lesson last night—the hard way. David and Rebecca had been out drinking last night; the topic of getting the bartender to name a drink after them came up, and they both agreed with each other. Everybody in Night City knew that the only real way to get a signature drink was to kick the bucket, but that's lame; you don't even get to live to see it, and if everyone who died got one, it'd defeat the purpose. You have to actually do something of reknown to be honored by Night City, good or bad; it's irrelevent; you just have to do something memorable.

The two of them got drunker and drunker as they bounced back ideas of what to do in order to etch their names into the Night City's history books, each more outlandish than the last. They became incomprehensible as they drifted away from sobriety.

David had learned a lot of things since becoming a member of his current gang. One thing he learned last night was that visiting a Ripper Doc while hammered is a terrible, terrible idea. The first thing he noticed after waking up was that he was the owner of a pussycat now. Even through his splitting headache, he could remember exactly what happened, even if he couldn't remember even a single reason why he could possibly want to do something like this.

He noticed a double-digit number of voice messages from Rebecca in his inbox; at least 15 of them mentioned having a cock now, so I guess it was pretty easy to assume what was going on here. Rebecca and David got drunk and decided to swap tools with each other.

Obviously, this couldn't be left alone; they had to do something about it. David didn't look at a single one of Rebecca's messages; he just sent her one of his own. "I'm going over to your place in 30 minutes; be there."

Rebecca ceased freaking out about the fact that she had a dick now for long enough to see the message she'd received from David. She trusted that he would deal with the situation accordingly. She could barely even look at her own body. Having a new dick was a completely unfamiliar feeling, like being forced into the cockpit of a jet when you've never even touched a flight simulator. Every time she looked down, her eyes widened and her heart started racing. It was a terror unlike any other; she was afraid to touch it.

David was definitely one of the best subjects to take the cock of, if she had to pick a guy. His cock was enormous, so big that it even felt above average in her hands. "This is going to ruin my expectations for dicks." Becky thought to herself before quickly realizing that she didn't want to make a habit out of having a dick mounted onto her mound. It felt good when she touched it, though, and so good when she stroked at it. David was nice enough to give her his balls too, and she wanted to see if she could continue without an additional upgrade.

How much do you have to stroke these things before they cum? Rebecca had no idea, but she could feel something building up in her, something moving through the mental pillar that was the cock currently attached to her. She bit her bottom lip and just hoped that she wasn't about to piss herself. She felt herself cumming for the first time. "Oh my god." She said it out loud, completely unable to muster any quirky comments. This shit felt so good, it was scary. Her heavy breathing sounded like she was having a panic attack right about now.

This was the time, maybe in her entire life, for somebody to walk in on her, so it only makes sense that David would let himself into her apartment right as she was squirting cum across her walls for the first time. Rebecca was only halfway into the sensation of post-nut clarity when she spotted her BFF; she didn't know if she wanted to fuck him or drag him by his hair down to the nearest ripper doctor and force them to undo this travesty ASAP.

"Glad to see you had the same idea I did." David said it non-judgmentally. "It's so weird seeing my dick on someone else; like, I've had that my whole life."

"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want to lose this thing." Rebecca said, stroking it after her orgasm. She couldn't even tell if it was over or not.

"You want to go switch back?"

"I mean, I kind of like having a big dick." Rebecca flashed a smile.

"It looks good on you." David looks at her beautiful balls; he never knew he needed to see Rebecca with a penis, much less his penis. "Really, really good."