Chad couldn't do anything but hang there between the jerk's legs, and try not to get hard. He realized fairly quickly that thinking about being some other guy's cock, and going head first into ripe pussies was both real hot and disgusting, and it made him stiffen up. So he focused on sports scores, while his new owner laughed. Owner? Why the fuck was he thinking of the jerk as his owner? He was - he was- he was his owner. Chad couldn't think of the guy any other way. He knew him from school, he knew his name, but he couldn't think of him as anything other than owner.
"Yeah, it's good to be my cock isn't it, Chad?" the giant said.
In the darkness, Chad couldn't help but think: Yes, it was good to be his owner's cock.
His owner laughed.
"Maybe I should take you for a test run, Chad? I bet you'd like that."
Hm? Test run? Oh, gawd no! Please don't jerk off! He started to stiffen at the thought.
His owner flopped backwards on to his bed or maybe a sofa. Chad felt his body gripped as the owner's playlist started up with Frankie Goes to Hollywood singing "Relax"
No, no, no, no.
His owner's hand felt so good squeezing and caressing his body. He stiffened up. He was edging him. Frankie ended, and the Detachable Penis song started up. The owner twisted and pulled Chad off of his body. Chad was a disembodied dildo. He blinked in the daylight. His head was swollen. He should be pissed, but he wanted to be attached or shoved into a pussy. He needed to be used.
"Yeah, don't worry, Chad you will be pissed, after I cum, I always piss," laughed his owner.
"You can read my mind?" squeaked tiny Chad, as his butt descended into his owner's hole above his balls.
"Yeah, Chad, you got no secrets from me. In fact, after you've been my cock for a few months, I will probably know more about the former you than you will remember. See your brain's a lot smaller now, so all those memories of your fucking conquests and athletic triumphs, well, I'm afraid they'll go the way of your social security number."
"My social security num-num-num -ah, ahahahahaha!" Chad moaned as he became reattached. He should know what his social security number was? It was important? Wasn't it? Dicks don't have social security numbers, he realized, and he was a total dick now. The music played. He felt his owner's balls tighten up, and then hot liquid surged up through his bowels filling his being and gushing out of his mouth.
"Well, the plumbing works," laughed the owner.
Chad slumped exhausted. Darkness clouded his vision as he shrank inside his owner's foreskin. He just wanted to sleep.
"Aaah! Glubbaaaagh!" Chad screamed himself awake. He was still limp and shrunken, but his head was out of the foreskin, his owner had peeled it back, and he was now pissing in the toilet. The hot bitter salty liquid made Chad want to gag, but he couldn't. The torrent of hot liquid just emptied through him.
"Yeah, Chad, now that I've cum and pissed through you, you're never going to be human again. The cum and pee christened you into your new existence. I bet in a few weeks, people will completely forget about you."
"Yeah, whatever," said Chad spitting out the last of his owner's piss.
He was terrified that even he would forget that he ever existed.
"Oh, no worries, Chad, if you were just my dick, well it wouldn't be as much fun. I'll remind you regularly of who you were and what you lost, and what you are now. Hm, now that I got a working monster cock, it's time to get a date, and try you out for real. Damn, your phone has nearly everyone in school's phone number, who should I call first?"