This wasn't the first time Bird got in trouble with the law, you could tell by the disrespectful amount of confidence he showed before getting his mugshot taken. The gargantuan man was resting his back against a wall with height marks that could barely support his weight. He had been given a small slate that stated his prison ID number and his birth name and surname, two words that meant jack shit to him. His partners in crime simply called him Bird and that's what he went with.
"Face the lens." A voice belonging to a male guard said from an intercom. The officers here must've been so cowardly they didn't even dare to show their faces to the brute.
Bird was a tough and buff man. Built like a bodybuilder, his muscles always seemed to be on the verge of exploding at the slightest flex. The largest orange one-piece suit he had been issued couldn't contain his entire colossal size no matter how much he tried and thus he had been allowed to go bare chested. They probably had to take pictures of all his tattoos during the processing anyway and it wasn't like Bird was afraid to show off his muscles.
"Didn't you hear?" The voice from the intercom sounded irritated. "Face. The. Lens."
Bird turned towards the lens and in an act of defiance spat on it. The guard groaned and Bird didn't stop himself from grinning. He knew was testing the patience of whoever was at the other side of the one-way mirror.
"Too bad, looks like someone will have to come in to clean the camera." He crunched his knuckles, he had been unshackled right before entering the small room and man, he was ready to break a nose or two. He wondered who would be dumb enough to enter the room.
"Heh, you got it all wrong." The voice laughed. "You are unaware of what sort of prison this is, right? Because you see... This isn't a camera."
The lens started to glow as its height was adjusted remotely, lowering his aim going from Bird's face to his muscular torso until it finally locked its laser target on the bodybuilder's groin.
"The fuck-" Bird blurted out right before a ray was shot out from the lens. This inoffensive-looking crystal eye was just the tip of very large contraption that had heated up, filling the small room with white smoke in the process. The dangerous machine that had blasted the large man's manhood retracted. A job well done.
After the steam cleared, the huge man was no longer visible in the small room.
Bird's ill-fitting orange prison garbs had fallen to the floor, the bodybuilder apparently disappearing without a trace. But that was only partially true, because there was a specific part of the dangerous criminal that had not spontaneously evaporated.
From the discarded prison one-piece suit, a small bulge began to break free. But no, the little protuberance wasn't a dirty rat, it was something far more disgusting. When it finally liberated itself from the confines of the orange fabric, a pink piece of flesh could be seen wiggling his deep red colored head in all directions with confusion.
"The hell, did I shrink-" It was Bird's voice. But his usual baritone sounded higher-pitched, as if it had gone through a chipmunk-like voice filter. "Why do I sound like a fucking smurf?!"
A loud burst of laughter erupted from the intercom.
"Hahahaha! Oh my god this is priceless, so this is why the fearsome Bird tries so hard to be the tough dude with his muscles and tattoos, oh shit, I gotta tell Johnson! This guy is SMALL."
Bird was confused still, tilting his head to the side like a very confused dog. "Hey! Stop fucking laughing and explain why am I so small now!" He demanded, but he didn't sound nearly as intimidating as before.
"Wuahahaha! Dude, we don't shrink our prisoners, I assure you everyone here leaves this room with the exact same size they had before they entered!"
"You aren't making any sense!" Bird wanted to crunch his knuckles again, but he couldn't feel his arms. His feet were way more sensible now, though. It felt very awkward to walk around on his feet, which now felt rounder.
"Don't stray too far away, *little* birdie, or should I say worm! I'm coming to get ya." The door opened and in came the owner of the voice who wouldn't stop teasing Bird.
From Bird's perspective, the man who entered the room was a literal giant. He was dressed from head to toe in a bulky protective black suit, complete with thick gloves on his hands and a gas mask that obscured his face. Was he from special forces or something? Bird had no idea, but as the huge armored guard's boots walked in the direction of the now much less menacing criminal, Bird felt a cold chill on his entire body, causing him to nervously shiver and shrivel with fear.
"Wahahah! Be careful little guy or you may as well shrink into a negative size!" The guard taunted and lurched his big gloved hand to pick Bird up. "Boy, you sure are underendowed! How did you hide your small secret in the locker rooms?" The guard in black armor held Bird with the tip of two fingers.
"I'm a fucking bodybuilder, I'm the envy of everyone in the locker rooms!"
"Dude, you're in fucking Cockford Prison. Everyone is going to see you for what you truly are... a tiny shriveled prick!" The guard let that sink.
Bird gulped. Cockford Prison was *not* an urban legend?! No, it was impossible! It was just tabloid nonsense that the government was experimenting with such a peculiar way of handling their inmates... Oh fuck! He dreaded having his small endowment exposed, and now that was the only body part left of him! He was just a sentient set of cock and balls! He couldn't let himself be seen like this! He was so scared his entire cockhead hid below his foreskin. Oh, shit, oh shit, this was a nightmare come true!
"And I'm just one of the many Cockhandlers you'll meet here. Now, try to make your best attempt at holding stiff."
The guard placed the cockified criminal against the wall with the height marks. Bird was so thoroughly shocked by his situation that his wrinkled soft body didn't appear to be more than two inches tall. The black-gloved guard held the little slate that showed Bird's birth name and prisoner ID in front of the trembling little cock and that's when he snapped the so-called "mugshot".
"W-wait, I'm a grower, let's redo the photo..."
"Nah, it's the perfect cockshot for a small dick like you." The Cockhandler spat back.
The difference between the photo from before and after the cockification was astounding. Considering Cockford Prison's secrecy, these records weren't allowed to be shared to the outside world, but this Cockhandler thought very hard about leaking it through an anonymous imageboard. He just had to crop out the slate with the traceable ID, put a black censor bar on Bird's eyes in the 'before' shot, and a tiny bar on Bird's pisslit in the 'after' shot. Now, a montage of that would gain traction!
"I have to present you to your new cockmates! Oh, spoiler alert, among all those dickified men, a few may sound familiar to you... I'm *very* sure they'll treat you, their partner in crime, with respect, especially after how you treated them for all these years and how you ruined the last heist."
"NO! I can't let them see me like this!" Bird's penile form was a pale pink, petite, and hairless. Gone were his thick muscles with the manly tattoos and he wouldn't be able to wear any piercings except for Prince Alberts for the rest of his incarceration...
...Because after he served his time, they'd restore his old body back before kicking him out, right...?
The guard tried to pick Bird from the floor and the sentient penis in an act of defiance spat some warm piss in his direction, but he looked so terrified of the guard that it actually looked like he was pissing himself with fear.
"Yuck, you cocks are gross." The Cockhandler took out a long, hard, black, veiny-textured baton from his holster and placed it in front of the small pink prick. "Put your balls on top of it."
Bird looked at the black snake in front of him. The thick baton looked much more like a proper dildo than Bird did at the moment and that, for some reason, made him feel inadequate.
The Cockhandler nudged Bird's vulnerable hairless balls with the baton. "C'mon, I don't have all day."
Bird was too scared to obey the command and the Cockhandler sighed. "Newdicks are always so slow to learn." The man with the black protective mask pressed a button and the baton began to glow. Bird felt a strong pulling sensation on his balls. It was like the baton acted as a magnet. A testicle magnet. The little sentient penis was involuntarily launched towards the baton and couldn't remove his testicles off the surface no matter how much he insisted.
"The hell?!" Bird's testicles were being used as magnets by the Cockhandler's baton to keep him in place.
The Cockhandler whistled. "Just like a trap for cockroaches, eh? Better get used to being treated with the same dignity as a puny insect."
Bird screamed and swayed his shaft from side to side pleading for help in a very unmanly way as he was unceremoniously paraded down a long corridor. That's when Bird took notice of the Cockford Prison logo on a door, one which was also on the back of the Cockhandler's uniform: a big veiny cock painfully stuffed into a so very small cage, a drip of pre seminal fluid leaking down his dickhead in what appeared to be a mockery of a sad, lamenting tear.
When Bird was finally let go from the huge guard's testicle magnet the little naked penis fell on a cold surface.
Outside germs being mixed in with the other cockmates was a big no-no, thus Bird was ordered to take the customary shower. But rather than a shower room he had been deposited on what looked like a very small basin.
"We have to be very cautious with you Newdicks, expecting you to know how to properly wash your balls is a lost cause, so we just clean you ourselves." He said as cold water splashed down.
"W-wait, I can do it myse-" Bird was forcefully grabbed by his balls. The Cockhandler took a sponge so raspy that could be used as sandpaper, filled it with an extra-strong and itchy sanitizer gel and began to scrub Bird's hairless scrotum very roughly and uncaringly. "P-p-please be gentler!" Bird pleaded.
The Cockhandler heard him, but he didn't listen. He was scrubbing so hard with the raspy sponge that the little penis was afraid it would be sore.
After rinsing the balls, the Cockhandler began to pay attention to Bird's shaft. He grabbed Bird's foreskin and pulled it way down without warning.
"Eekk!"
It seemed like the Cockhandler had washed hundreds and hundreds of dickified inmates during his career, because he cleaned the grime from places Bird himself didn't know could be stored. As the Cockhandler rhythmically pulled the foreskin up and down, a new fear began to surge from deep within Bird's mind.
"C-c-could you go slower? I feel like I'm..."
Bird's penis body grew almost double his size, which was still disappointing if you were to take out a ruler. But the point was, Bird's was getting hard. By the touch of another dude. Now, that was shameful to Bird. "P-p-p-please I... Ohhhhh!"
Bird shoot a quickfire of semen right down the drain.
"Wow, that was kind of..." The Cockhandler said. "...premature."
"C-can we rest for a bit- Woah!"
The Cockhandler didn't stop, scrubbing even harder now that his semen had come out. It felt kind of painful for a while, but then Bird began to feel like he was approaching a second coming-
"We're done."
"Oh." Bird was experiencing newly-found mixed feelings within him.
"Hold stiff, I have to make sure your germs don't remain on my baton."
The Cockhandler took out his black baton and began to wash it under the faucet. Bird realized that the armored man used a different, much softer sponge to wash the inanimate object. He applied a flowery-scented moisturizing cream, his movements were considerate and sweet in order to not deteriorate the trusty companion that had been by his side all these years.
"(Mmmph, no, I'm not feeling jealous.)" Bird lied to himself as he observed how the Cockhandler caressed his monster of a baton.
Once the cock and the Cockhandler's equipment were germ-free, only the last part of the intake process remained. They ventured deeper into the secretive prison. Bird was passed from one Cockhandler just as yet another male package to be delivered until he reached his destination.
And once there, Bird was greeted with a picturesque landscape.
Cocks. Lots of cocks. Cocks drinking through straws on their pisslits. Cocks exercising on hamster wheels. Cocks participating in shaft wrestling contests. Cocks humping lesser cocks' balls. Cocks being forced to pretend they were she-cocks for the horniest macho cocks. Cocks celebrating pissing contests. Cocks who had misbehaved in front of the Cockhandlers and were forced to wear a chastity cage with shame. Cocks who were so tired from doing their prison labor for the day they piled up on a snoring mountain of a pile of sleeping manhoods.
Bird was flabbergasted by the sights (and musky smells) from the place. Large dicks. Hairy balls. Cut dicks. Dicks with tight foreskins crashing into the walls thanks to their narrow field of view. Even larger dicks. Of all colors, shapes and sizes. Bird definitely had never seen so many dudes' junks together at once.
So many naked cocks in such a cramped, sweaty space. The scent of maleness was so strong it was no wonder the Cockhandlers wore masks on the premises.
It was abundantly clear that the government had approved this experiment in order to save money. There was no need to issue uniforms, solid meals or big living spaces for these cocky inmates. Nobody gave a shit about the comfort and dignity of a dick after all.
"COCKS! LISTEN UP!" One of the Cockhandlers ran his baton across the cells of the sentient male genitalia. "Newdick inbound! Make sure the new fish gets an unforgettable welcome party!" He grunted sarcastically.
Bird was tossed over to the bizarre cock playpen, the phallus falling to the floor with a fleshy-sounding *plap* and a *thud*.
"THAT'S ALL, COCKS." The Cockhandler closed the gate with the sound of clanking metal thundering over the ice-cold silence of the cocks.
All the cocks stopped what they were doing. They turned and inched closer, curious to see the new arrival. Among them, a particularly dangerous-looking gang of tattooed nine-inchers couldn't believe their peeholes when they saw the petite little prick, a large quantity of semen salivating down their long, thick bodies down to their hairy ball sacks.
"Err... Hi there..." Bird managed to say, his scared voice coming out unwillingly like a faint, feminine whisper.
That's when the towering nine-inchers grew until they became thirteen-inchers.