Ben padded through the halls of the school. His feet leaving sticky footprints. His body an oozing, human-shaped glob of cum. He paced.
Where was he going to go from here? People don't usually find themselves attacked by a cocktopus like creature in their team showers. Even then, they typically don't find themselves grabbed and swallowed by its cocky tentacles and then melted into semen. And then what!? He was ejected and found himself able to inhabit the bodies of others and mold his cum-body into shapes.
Ben was lost in a universe that yesterday felt normal and knowable and today was strange and unfathomable. Alone. He wondered where his friends were. Were they still roiling in the balls of that beast? Were they just sticky puddles on some floor somewhere? Were they shot up some unlucky guy or girl that the beast happened across? Were they driving these bodies around looking for answers? Were they moving about like he was?
As he was pacing, he found himself in the chamber between the pool and the locker room. He noticed movement in the corner of his vision. He looked down. There, inching across the floor as fast as it could try to get away from him was a disembodied penis and balls.
Jack! Ben remembered that when he had occupied Jack's body, he had pushed Jack's consciousness into his dick. Somehow his dick had detached and escaped. Poor Jack. He looked so pathetic, arching his flaccid shaft, scooting around on his cocktip and balls. He was probably terrified of Ben. Ben had not made the best first impression.
"Blaaghh!" called Ben from his goopy mouth. That wasn't going to work. He walked forward, quickly catching up to the increasingly frantic cock. He picked it up and it writhed and thrashed in his hand, trying to escape. As soon as his hands had made contact he heard Jack screaming.
"Relax," thought Ben to Jack. "I'm not here to hurt you."
"But then why did you do this to me?" whimpered Jack.
"I was scared. This isn't how I should look. We were done with swim practice and this just sorta happened. I'm not a monster. In fact we were even in Biology together. I didn't know this would happen. I'm sorry." Jack calmed down a bit. He was silent.
"What do we do? I don't want to be like this forever!" A tear of precum dripped down his glans.
"Me neither, man. But I have one clue: Ty."
"Who's Ty?"
"I don't know. But he showed up when I was transformed. He's behind this somehow."
Jack thought about it. "Let's look him up in the yearbook. Can you get to the school's library?"
"I think so." replied Ben. "Let's go." He stuck Jack between his legs and started walking.
"Why'd you do that!?" wailed Jack. Ben continued walking. "It's so humiliating. I can only look down, I flops about with each motion you make. It's like I have no control. I may look like a dick, but I don't want to feel like one."
"You don't have any control. You're a dick; a penis; a human body part that's not used to thinking for itself." He looked down and Jack almost looked dejected, for a penis. He looked strange, a human penis made of flesh and blood attached to Ben's oozing, white cum body. "Cheer up. Would you rather be somewhere else?" He plucked Jack off and stuck him where his nose would be. Jack giggled. "Or how about here?" Ben popped Jack off and stuck him in his armpit. "Now it's like my armpit has a dick!"
"Shut up!" laughed Jack. "Okay. I guess it feels weird no matter where. It felt most natural between your legs." Ben replaced Jack between his legs. Ben continued toward the library, Jack swinging with each step. "It's kinda funny. You grow up and learn how great your penis makes you feel. How much attention you give it. How it almost seems to develop a personality of its own. But I never imagined being one!"
"It's been a weird day," replied Ben.