Derrick hunched as he held Jason and Tim's shoulders. They were speaking in hushed tones, counting the money they had between them.
"Shit, I didn't come prepared for much," Tim admitted, looking both pained and very aroused. His pants had a tent in the front.
Derrick understood, he really did. His own pants felt sinfully tight and restrictive. His mouth was dry, and he had to try not to think too hard about his last grinding sessions with both of them. About how Tim's thin, wired body felt under him, how oppressive Jason's beefcake body weighted on top of his back when he thrusted into his ass...
Fuck, he thought. Not helping myself.
Derrick squirmed a bit, missing the glint of lust in Jason's eyes.
"Let me take the lead here, okay?" Jason said. "I promise I'm gonna get us something we can all have fun with."
Tim nodded, and Derrick realized he'd missed something. Blushing, he pretended nothing was wrong and nodded to Jason. Besides, he was so thirsty he probably wouldn't make any intelligent bid.
They separated as Frank the physics teacher, or the physics prick-cher as it was now, announced the beginning of the bidding.
It was ridiculous, really. Hugo had tied a little bowtie around Frank's shaft and held him up against a prop, so it looked like a cock-magician was on stage to animate the evening.
"Alright, gentlemen and sluts!" he started to the general chuckling. "Let us begin our special auction to fund Hugo's scientific breakthrough in biological manipulations with our volunteer of the night, the one, the only... TEACHER DICK!"
Derrick snickered as Hugo put Teacher Dick on a platform and a photo appeared on the white screen behind them. The magnified shot of Teacher Dick was lined with stats on the side of the screen. Derrick read them with an appreciative hum: "Seven inch, bouncy balls, clean shaven, uncut. Starting bid: Forty bucks."
Laughing rose from his right, and Derrick saw Jason lowering his head in an attempt to stay quiet. Derrick himself was relieved. Forty bucks sounded affordable, and Teacher Dick was not a bad cock at all.
Frank's drawling voice boomed through the auditorium's speakers. "Now, Teacher Dick is a very curious cock, by which I mean that the buyer should be someone with desires to experiment and push the limit of cockhood in a short amount of time. Bidding starts forty bucks."
"Fifty!" someone immediately shouted.
"And here we go!" Frank replied animatedly. "Do I hear sixty?"
"Seventy!" another, much more mature voice cut in.
The back and forth between the two bidder began, quickly reaching an impressive two hundred and fifty. That bid was met with a few seconds of stunned silence.
"Sold for two hundred and fifty to the slut in the back, our one and only security officer for the morning patrol on campus! A round of applause for our new proud owner of Teacher Dick!"
The tall and burly security officer stepped on the stage without hesitation, shaking Hugo's hands firmly before taking hold of Teacher Dick and roughly shoving him in his truncheon's holder.
Frank chuckled a bit, then began again with even more energy. "And now, the main attraction of the night, our auction items."
Hugo propped up a few cue cards before Frank.
On stage, a light spot shone on a dick in a box, not unlike a regular dildo in a sex shop.
"Our first bid will be Jonathan 'Long John' Morrison!" In the background, a video played of Jonathan, as a dick, being pumped by a machine of sort, and spewing cum into a transparent dial.
Derrick shifted a little and tried to move his cock in a more comfortable position. He could feel the wet spot spreading near his boxer's waistband.
"Long John's long time dream has always been to be a dildo. To be considered nothing more than a sex toy for the pleasure of others. New owners should keep in mind that Long John requires little maintenance or care in the way of human relations, as such things break the illusion upon which this fantasy rests. Long John is but a toy. Treat him as such if you buy him. Starting bid of fifty bucks. Her we go!"
"Fifty for the small dildo!" A man two rows behind Derrick shouted.
"Seventy!"
"Eighty!"
And so on, before Long John was acquired by a couple of hispanic guys, grinning lewdly at the toy they shared in their grip. Derrick stared just long enough to notice the liquid dripping out of Jonathan when they walked off the stage.
Hugo then brought out a drool-worthy cock, holding him by the balls and letting the thick meat swing back and forth until he propped him up on the podium and a new video of someone bouncing on the dick appeared in the background. Helpless moans rang through the room, and Derrick knew he saw someone slipped their hands into their pants.
"Colton 'Big Gun' Bundy's life is a mess. He can't get any despite his big tool. He is failing his exams. He might need to move out of his apartment. Thus, Big Gun has given up on humanity and has chosen to abandon himself to dickhood. Big Gun's new owner must replace their previous penis with Big Gun, which will be done by Hugo after the auction. Big Gun wants to be nothing more than someone's giant fuckstick and forget he ever was a failure of a man. Auction begins at one hundred!"
Derrick grabbed Jason's arm and pulled frantically. "Jason, I want that one. I have to have that one!"
At five inches, he was always a little embarrassed compared to Jason who was a thick meaty eight inches long. Just the thought of being the bigger one for once made his dick ooze more pre.
"One fifty!" a jerk from the front row raised his hand.
"Two hundreds!" replied another voice from the back of the auditorium.
"Jason!" Derrick called desperately. He *needed* Big Gun.
"Three hundred bucks, and both of my friends as dicks!"
Derrick's head whipped around to Jason. "What?!"
"Sold for three hundreds, and two dicking!" Frank declared from atop the podium.
Drones floated fown from the ceiling, stopping right before Derrick and Tim. He was almost as shocked at Jason's declaration as he was when Tim grinned widely and opened his arms wide before the drone. A flash of light hid him from view for a split second, only enough to reduce him to a thin, curvy six inch penis.
His heart beating madly in his chest, Derrick turned to the metal disc floating before him. "Hey, I didn't agree to th-"
Derrick's words died out as the lense let out the flash, and he suddenly lost the ability to speak.
The whole auditorium had become the size of an open football field, the chairs as high as two stories houses, and the titan's foot near his head could only belong to Jason. An attempt to crawl away did nothing. He couldn't even lift the circus tent that was slowly drifting down on top of him. He couldn't move, couldn't speak... He... He had been turned into his penis.
His balls clenched. Fuck. That felt incredible...
Hands lifted the clothes away and shone light on him again. With a smile, Jason brought him to his giant lips, massaging his balls with rough, calloused fingers, and gently kissed the top of his dickhead. "Come on, Derrick, don't worry. I've got a plan."