Nick felt helpless. He stood there as Rene stuck his latex clad thumbs into Nick's now erect cock sticking out of his football pants. Slowly carefully, Rene began to reshape Nick's penis enlarging his piss slit into a bowl.
"Oh, the expression of horror and disdain on your face is perfect, Nicky. The players are going to love lathering up with soap, body wash and shaving creme from the dispensers in your orifices. And your hands positioned thusly will serve to hold talc containers. Now I haven't quite decided whether your mouth should be a condom dispenser or candy dispenser. Hm? Perhaps a flavored condom dispenser?"
"Nah, Nicky boy's mouth should be for putting things in - not taking out!" boomed the voice of Raj, the guy who had taken Nick's place on the team. "I was on the bench, and felt the urge to piss, and to peek at Nick's transformat - holy friggin' shit, you turned his dick into a bowl!"
He laughed as he stood in front of Clay, and let loose a torrent of hot piss. He kept looking over his shoulder at Nick's bubble butt and physique.
"Perhaps an ashtray? Or spittoon?" Rene asked thoughtfully.
"Yeah or a used condom trash can," laughed Raj, "Heck, I'd collect mine every day in a baggie and bring em in just to turn them inside out and shove 'em in Nick's mouth."
"An interesting idea, though perhaps not so sanitary," said Rene. "I'll scoop out the back of his head and enlarge the mouth cavity. Perhaps a bar soap or loofah holder?"
"Yeah, something that wiped my butt or cock shoved into Nicky's mouth would be great, Mr. Rene," Raj said with a grin, "I'd love to stay and watch but I best be getting back to the game or the boss might just decide he needs another clay statue."
"Oh, Nicky, don't feel relieved. You're living clay now, like Clay. He's still fully conscious even though he's been remodeled, hollowed out, and piped. You will still be totally conscious and aware when I hollow out your head."
Rene grinned. When half-time came. Raj kept adjusting his swollen crotch as he watched Rene work admiringly. Others were quieter or downright hostile. They may not have been Nick's bud, but they didn't like the threat that the team owner was sending them. A few stole lusty leers at Nick, as they liked the idea of Nick becoming a team fixture, but didn't want to let on to their team mates.
The locker room was soon empty as half-time was ending. Rene collected his tarp and dolly and prepared to wheel Nick out to his truck and back to his shop to finish him and put him in the kiln and glaze him.