Jacob was now surrounded by many sensual women, who had each in their hand a spray can. One woman, hair of ebony and with a slight tummy, walked over to a much shorter woman who had golden locks atop her cranium and eyes like the Arizona dessert, and proceeded to spray her midsection.
Jacob watched in undaunted awe as he witnessed the soft muffin top that had formerly been on the brunette suddenly jump onto the golden-haired girl, who then giggled, and sprayed the brunette's delightful boobies, which then jumped onto her as they exchanged bosoms.
Another pair of ladies, one with a carrot top and the other looking utterly Nordic, proceeded to spray each other's various parts, playing a sort of swapping-game, before segueing into a threesome.
Finally, one lass approached Jacob. She said nothing as she sprayed her own tittywitties which promptly fell off and bounced slightly as they hit floor. She then proceeded to spray her legs, which then popped off, and her arm not holding the spray can, and finally her head as well, leaving her nothing but a pile of disembodied—yet still alive—limbs, torso and a head, lying on the floor. The girl's head smiled up at Jacob and said, "Assemble me, cutie!"
Jacob picked up the girl's various parts, and, after thinking briefly, decided to reassemble her into something Picasso might paint. When he was finished with the job, the girl used her mind to summon a mirror into this dimension so she could examine herself. She was overjoyed.
"Thank you!" she squealed as she ran off, one leg now an arm, one arm serving as a leg, and various other mismatches.
Another dame ran up to Jacob and sprayed his hair; the last thing he saw was his do now atop the head of the girl before his view was obstructed by a curtain of brown curls.
"Spray me now!" she said, handing him the can. He looked at it and fell into a thinktrance. He had always wondered what it must be like to have a coinslot, and this was as amble an opportunity as any to find out. But then again, what if he didn't like it? He had another idea…
He forged into existence a knife, which he then used to puncture the spray can, which promptly exploded everywhere. Many feminine giggles were heard as the sounds of various now sovereign body parts hitting the floor resounded through the room. Once the fog had cleared, Jacob discovered that he now had his old hair back, but one leg for the short blond lady, another from the carrot-topped female, one unidentified womanly right hand, no left hand, and the brunette girl's tummy. He did not have a coinslot.
