Chuckles ignores you for a moment, as he looks around the garage and mentally lines things up. Nodding to himself he summons his otherworldly powers and levitates the guillotine and the other devices and sets them down inside the privacy of your garage before making the door begin to shut.
You roll your eyes as you walk over to the side entrance… great, whatever Chuckles has got in mind, he wants privacy for it.
When you walk in Chuckles is wearing what you assume is a phantasmal copy of your shorts, standing next to an illusionary copy of the guillotine.
“Oh no, what do you have in mind?” You ask.
He grins and turns his back to you, drops your shorts, makes a show of sticking his groin inside and pulling the rope to drop the blade. The little guillotine falls and you hear the sound of flesh being sliced, followed by a faint plop.
“You want me to cut my junk off… seriously?” You say as deadpan as you can manage.
He dismisses the illusion, points at the ray gun, and then poofs three balloons into being and sticks him to his mouth to inflate them in a triangular formation. As they grow it’s clear the bottom two are round and the middle top one is long, forming a growing phallic shape.
You grown and he lets the balloons go to fly around the room and disappear as he says: “Gengar!” In a tone that just says: “Come on it’s a great idea!”
“Dude I just bought these things, can they go at least week without being tainted by perversion?”
Chuckles sighs and face palms, tugging at his eye lids before bringing out the big guns, and disappearing in a puff of magic smoke. In his place is Jessica, finger on her lips as she sways her hips suggestively.
You aren’t impressed. “You’re not fooling me Chuckles.”
“Oh, just like you’re not fooling me as to why you haven’t worked up the courage to ask out this pretty little number.” Chuckles says as he rubs his hands up and down his illusionary body suggestively.
“Chuckles…” you growl dangerously.
Chuckles gets annoyed right back, and puts a hand on his hip as he leans forward and wave the other finger at you. “What?! Come on you two have been making goo goo eyes at each other for aaaages…, you’re both in the top 1% of trainers as champions and yet you can’t work up the courage to ask each other out? Now I’m not sure what her problem is, but with you John I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re embarrassed over the “weedle” you’re packing.”
“It’s not that small!” You squeak back in embarrassment.
“Sure, sure… that was your under equipped evil twin that stumbled out of the bathroom fresh out of a hot shower a few months back, butt-ass naked with their dangly bits flapping around at full dangle right in my frigging face, because they didn’t remember to bring a fresh pair of underwear in with them.”
You just blush.
“Yup, that’s what I thought. Look, the rest of us think it’s cute ya guys have a crush and all but… come on it’s getting old that neither of you has tried move beyond that point. It’s like watching a friggin soap opera.” He says shaking his head.
“Well fine maybe I am a little embarrassed…”
“Well grow a bigger pair, dang it, you’ve got the opportunity right here, literally!” Chuckles gestures at the guillotine.
You look over at it, then down at your groin and sigh, before crossing your arms and looking him in the eyes.
“Yeah alright maybe I will, but can I have some privacy please?”
Chuckle shrugs, poofs back to his normal self, then creates a slide whistle with his ghastly powers and plays it as he floats up through the ceiling.
You give the garage a good once over to make sure he’s not hiding in the shadows and then walk over to the guillotine and drop your shorts and boxer and examine your junk. Your penis isn’t tiny… but it’s and it’s balls definitely on the smaller end of average and like most guys, you’ve found yourself wishing they were larger.
You bite you lip, look around for something soft and spy an old blanket balled up on a shelf. You grab it and set it bellow the guillotine as you get on your knees in front of if and press your groin hard up against it, trying to press as much of it through as possible. You grab the rope, take a deep breath… and give it a quick yank! Fwoosh-Chop!
Your balls are subjected to free fall for a moment before they land in the middle of the blanket.
You get up shakily to see that you’ve slice your manhood clean off a good inch behind where your balls sprout from your groin, taking them and your penis off in one complete unit.
You pick your manhood up and play with it, carful not to accidentally touch the cut part and potentially stick it to your fingers and take a brief moment to enjoy the strange feeling of being able to move your member free of your body.
After a moments thought, you pull down on your balls, pulling them as far away from your cock as they’ll go. They’re about the size of a big pair of grapes, or a fair bit larger than most men’s thumbs, but smaller than a pair of chicken eggs. They also hang down fairly far… and you figure if you enlarged your cock and them at the same time they just end up dangling even further down. You decide you want them about the size of your fists together, but the required enlargement would have them dangling down about mid thigh, and that just too low! You’d end up sitting on them all the time, and have them bounce off your thighs as you walk… no thanks!
So… you need as much of your sack left out of the enlargement as possible. You set your junk back down, pull up the blade lock it and then grab your junk and isolate your balls as far down they will go, and carefully cut that part of your scrotum off from the rest. When you are done you have your balls in a tight round section of ballsack, which you set aside, then cut the rest of your sack off your dick, and put it away from your balls.
You then turn your attention to your penis, which is about the thickness of a hot dog, but only four inches long with a small head that’s covers up by a long foreskin. You frown and decide you’ll need to split your dick up too… but only the head will need to come off. You get your penis hard, and then pull your foreskin back and hold it there as you cut your glans free from it and set it down on the table and then the rest of your cock with its flappy foreskin behind it.
You look your disassembled manhood over, and nod in satisfaction, before grabbing the raygun to start resizing sections of it to your liking. You start with your balls first and inflate them until they are big enough to fill both hands held together in a bowl. Next you enlarge your glans, enlarging it from the size of your thumb, to the size of an average lemon. Finally, you enlarage your shaft until it looks to be just about seven inches long, and thick as a bratwurst.
Satisfied, you take the shaft and pull back your foreskin and press your glans back on to your shaft and let go, and watch as the extra foreskin redistributes itself to properly slide back all the way, but slide up over the crown of your glans when you jerk your dong. Then you place your strip of scrotum back where it belongs and then your balls to the other end of it, and watch as your low hanging sack pulls up a bit, and spreads out to accommodate for your larger balls… and then pick your junk up with both hands and stare in awed pride of what you made out of something that was previously an embarrassment.
After staring at it for a moment, it finally hits you, you can actually suck your own dick right now with it off your body!
You stare longingly at it… but ignore the urge… you didn’t beat the Pokémon league here in Unova with poor tactical sense. The last thing you want is your mom, dad, sister or worse, any of your Pokémon roaming out of their balls to come in and catch you in the act… good lord, how the hell would you explain that to your Gardevoir, Zeke? He’s extremely protective of you, like most of his kin are towards their trainers and you aren’t certain how he’d respond to finding out your most sensitive parts are detached from you, and vulnerable. He might demand you reattach them immediately at best… or at worst, insist on watching over them to make sure you don’t loose them or get hurt. You don’t particularly relish the thought of Zeke being the warden of your cock and balls!
Hmm… and what happens if you press the cut to a wall or something? You lost your finger tips when Chuckles put them over his fingers… would the same apply to inanimate objects? It would really suck to loose your junk somewhere where you can’t get the guillotine into the proper position to reclaim it…
…Maybe you can figure out a way to make your junk able to come off and go back on at will, so you can have your fun with it when you want, but keep it secure for the rest of the time? You look around the garage and see a clefairy pokédoll with a suction cup attached to a string to let it dangle from windows… would that work?
You consider it and decide:
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