The prick, you think as the shopboy holds up your severed member like a trophy. It's weird. You can still feel his hand touching your dismembered member.
"Maybe I can use this in my bio class or as a prank on my roommate," he says shoving your manhood into his backpack. He turns his attention to the hole in your crotch. He uses a trowel and some sort of bondo or plastic cement to build up a nice sized bulge on your torso.
"There you should thank me. This bulge will fill out your shorts way better than your old wanker did. Fact is your bulge is too big for a white mannequin, and since the bondo doesn't match your pigment anyway, I guess I'll paint you."
When he finishes up, he moves you to the painting platform. He puts tape over your eyes and then begins spraying you with a cool liquid. The resin he used for your bulge must have been quick drying. It's weird you can feel the paint hitting it as if it was part of you. You guess it is now. He sprays three coats. Then he peels the tape off your eyes.