The morning of the test, George arrived five minutes early with a coffee on hand, and Danny-the-dick in his breat pocket.
Like most tests taken in big amphitheaters, seats were assigned to students by numbers. Danny's place was somewhere in the front, whist George's was on the far right. The examiner at the entrance didn't even seem to notice that Danny was just a dick. George only had to slide them Danny's student ID and activate Danny's writing device for the signature.
"Oh, geez, when did I turn your speaker chip off," he mumbled to himself as he turned the volume up.
"Last night," Danny replied, a bit irritated, "I've been trying to talk to you all morning."
"Hu-uh," George said, "well, that's too bad, because the test is just about to start."
"Shit. I'm not ready. I know I'm not ready... I should have studied more yesterday."
George frowned, but dismissed Danny's concerns. They'd revised everything yesterday. It shouldn't be a problem. So, George dropped Danny off at his desk in the front row, adjusted the writing device just to be sure, then headed to his own seat. For a few minutes, nothing happened except mental revision of their material, until the clock struck 9am and the door opened.
Bruce Bullheart's tan, hairy person entered. Head of the faculty, and wearer of a very fitting name. The beefy man was built like a bull, easily over six feet tall with arms like tree trunks. When the man showed to frat parties, even the drunkest morons stopped fighting. He was said to have the stubborn streak of one too.
"Alright, listen up. You've got three hours to show our college that you deserve to be part of our prestigious engineering program. You better make it count. I do not need to remind you all that cheating will..." he cut himself off, and George's heart sank as Mr. Bullheart looked at Danny's desk.
With thunderous steps, the man walked up to Danny and glared.
"Who is the horny moron that decided to play a prank on the morning of the test?"
"N-no one, sir," Danny stuttered, shrivelling slightly under the imposing man's staring. "It's me, Danny Thompson. I got dicked at a party and I... I'm prepared to take the test, sir. I won't make trouble, sir."
Bruce's face twisted with a sneer. "Oh? What kind of freakshow so you think this is? You think I'd let a talking dick graduate from our program?"
George's heartbeat picked up as panic settled in. If he couldn't convince Mister Bullheart to let Danny take the test, Hugo would dick him!
But before he could say anything, the door to the classroom opened again. Bullheart turned, still frowning, as the intruder stood in the doorway. George blinked. Hugo? He hadn't even known the guy took this class! No matter, maybe this would be his chance. He'd see that George hadn't failed his mission. Bullheart's was the problem here!
"Is there a problem, Mister Bullheart?" Hugo asked.
"Who are-" the man stopped, eyes glazing over for a split second. "No, that's not important! The problem is that a penis is trying to take the test. We are a very serious college here, with a reputation to protect!"
Hugo shrugged. "I still don't get it. What's wrong with being a dick?"
"Everything! Danny Thompson is the son of a very important business man! Do you think he would be happy if he learned that we let his son take his finals as a living dildo?"
Hugo seemed to ponder the question. Muttering, he wrote something down on his tablet, then looked up. "I'm sure we could explain it to him."
Bullheart's face turned crimson. "You're mad! I will not allow a dick to take this test!"
Students held their breaths, the clock on the wall ticking while Hugo remained stone-faced.
"There IS another solution to this dilemma."
There was a flash.
George stared as Bullheart's clothes fell to the ground, softening the crash of a massive, twelve inches, soft veiny cock. His groin heated up as the most porn-star like penis he had ever seen lied down at the front of the classroom. Every other guy seemed equally transfixed. Most didn't even look surprised, Danny's presence having gotten them used to a guy being only a penis.
Hugo was the first to move. His dicking camera was shuffled back into his backpack. Then, he stepped up to the front desk and (was that George seeing things?) smirked as he lifted the enormous cock by the balls. Bruce's shaft swung around like an obscene pendulum, or some sort of hypnotist's trinket. George only realized he was drooling when his saliva hit his chin.
"Well then," Hugo said, "you have three hours to take your test. Cheating will be punished with an automatic failure, or a dicking if I'm feeling like it. No question? Begin!"