Hugo sat down at his computer, filing the boring, unimaginative paperwork needed to keep his superiors happy. Behind him, he could hear the wet schlops of flesh rubbing against synthesized flesh and lubricated machines. He'd collected a great deal of data on human male sexuality, to the point he could write a thesis on finding the most erogenous spots on different dicks with your eyes closed. Still, he couldn't help a sigh.
Paperwork was so boring.
It seemed as if the evening would be slow and uneventful, until his computer binged with a new notification. The computer had registered a new surplus of thoughts from Kyle's dick.
'So warm so wet I'm gonna CUM CUMMING SO GOOOOOOOOD love it love being a cock so much wish it'll never end sleepy come on Kyle go another round too soft just jerk me and falling asleep fuck when we wake up fuck him love it'
It was always encouraging to read about that particular former human. It proved without a shadow of a doubt that circumstances could make humans accept their new condition as simple tools for pleasure. Elliot's cock would turn around eventually. At some point, he'd realize that Elliot could not hear his mental pleading and he would slowly resign himself to being a penis. Not like Elliot's cock had a choice in the matter.
That reminded him. There was another penis he'd promised himself to check on, what's with the lack of starting name.
Hugo smirked and decided to open up a new tab to check on his experiment on the anonymous dude he'd dicked at the party. How was Peter dealing with a cock he only knew wanted to be a penis so bad he'd never even given them their name?
***
[Log entry #1: 0200]
"Peter, come on man, you gotta think about it. I don't want to lose my life. Fuck, I just wanted to have a little fun at a party and I didn't even get that... You're so drunk I'm not sure I can even get hard...
Stop swaying left and right like that! I'm getting dizzy, swinging between your legs, man! You want me to throw up? ... Err, I guess that's what every guy wants, actually. Fuck, I'm not used to thinking like this. Peter, forget I'm your cock for a second and focus! Feels like your bladder is gonna explode and... oh damn it! Don't you dare!
Fuck, don't go to bathroom with me down here!
Wait, that's Ryan. What's that slut doing in the bathroom...? Oh.
Oh... oooooh yes... Peter, just... start fucking bucking already! What are you waiting for?!"
***
[Log entry #3: 1400]
"This is so boring! It's dark, can't see anything, can't hear anything! Fuck, why'd wear boxers that thick, Peter! You fucker, you can't even use your dick right! The least you could do is go commando so I have some breathing room! Better, go freeballing in a nudist camp! I'm gonna crazy doing nothing all day! You know what? Fuck it, I'm gonna cum by myself if you're just going to work your stupid desk job at the library.
Lemme just rub a little... so smooth... fuck, s'like my dickhead's gonna melt with the fabric...
Light? Yes! Finally, now pull me out and DO SOMETHING!"
***
[Log entry #6: 2100]
"That Hugo fucker is gonna come back, right? Right? He couldn't have been serious having leaving me as a voiceless dick for the rest of my life, right? Peter. PETER!
...
Master... please ask Hugo to change me back."
Hugo snorted as he finished reading that particular entry. He was certain he could pull some strings with his superiors and ensure that particular dick would never be transformed back into a human.
***
[Entry #8:1900]
"Peter, Master - where did that come from? -, it's me, your buddy... your... you know, your friend...
Fuck, what's my name again? He keeps calling me his cock, but I know I have another name. I just gotta remember what it is...
It couldn't be 'fuckstick', right?"
***
[Log entry #10: 0500]
"Feels good. Master is sleeping. I'm hard. Feels good.
Master, use your hands.
Please use your hands.
Master, I want to feel good."
***
[Entry #12: 1700]
"I want to fuck. Use me. Fuck him with me. I'm your dick. I'm just a dick. Rub me against his cock. Rub your dick, Master. Use your dick. Stop pinching me back into place, I'm not going to soften! I. Want. To. Fuck."
***
[Entry #15: 1100]
"Where's the fucking police?
Surely they would notice a cock had gone missing and became someone else's cock. The other humans must be worried that Fuckstick's disappeared, right?"
***
[Entry #17:1300]
"Fuckstick loves you, Master. Rub Fuckstick. Cum."
***
[Entry #22: 2000]
"Bored. Hot. Stuffy.
Master. Fun.
Hard. Tight.
Cum.
Want. Need. Cum."
Hugo grinned at his desk and finished typing. Finally. He hit the 'send' button on his computer, arguing his new thesis for cock transformation. The longer a man remained a cock, the more they lost their identities. The point of no return could easily be identified too. Past the loss of names, males found life as humans unfulfilling and begged to be turned back into cocks.
But when the thought process devolved into basic non-sentences, then the human male was too far gone to ever function again. It was far more humane to let them remain dicks then.
Thus, Hugo started writing the list of former humans he wanted to petition for lives as penises past the experiment's end.