After giving it some thought, you decide that you'd like to be a penis for a week or so. You briefly consider becoming your dad's penis, but decide to leave that for later. You think about whose penis you want to be, and decide on Mr Weaver, the head of English at your school. He's only in his mid thirties and is really good looking. You also know that he has a really hot wife. You have to see him first thing tomorrow anyway, for a prank you pulled on Richie, one of your less popular classmates. You snuck up behind him and pulled down his track pants. It was pretty childish, but it raised a laugh from the other students.
"I wish", you say nervously. "That the head of English, Mr Weaver is a powerful sorcerer. I also wish that when I see him tomorrow, about what I did to Richie, he punishes me by turning me into his penis. He will replace me with an exact duplicate, and keep me as his penis for three days. I will then return to normal, and Mr Weaver will no longer be a sorcerer and have no memory of what happened. Oh yeah, and I will NOT be able to taste his urine".
It takes you a while to get to sleep that night. It's because of a mixture of nervousness and excitement. When you wake up, about 6:30, your nervousness increases. You have to be in his office for 8:30 am. You shower, get dressed and eat breakfast in something of a daze. You can't help wondering what it will be like to be another guy's dick. You also hope he has sex with his wife, that would be awesome. You set off for school a little earlier, your nervousness increasing with each step. When you finally get there, you're heart is beating so hard you think it might explode. For a few seconds, you even consider cancelling the wish, but you decide against it. You can't go cancelling a wish like this just because you're nervous, and quite scared now.
You pull open the door and walk in, heading down the corridor to Mr Weaver's office. By time you're at the door, your heart is in your mouth. You take several deep breathes and manage to calm yourself enough to slow your heart. You knock on the door and wait, and after a few seconds he calls you in. You walk into the office and close the door behind you. Mr Weaver gestures for you to sit in the chair across the desk from him, and he looks at you sternly as you slide into to the chair and sit looking down.
"Did you think you were being funny yesterday"? he asks with obvious anger. "Pulling down another students pants? What're you, six years old"?
"I'm sorry sir", you reply. "I...", but he cuts you off.
"Shut up", he says. "You humiliated that poor boy. I wouldn't have blamed if he'd punched you. Obviously, you're going to be punished".
You nod your head and reply. "I know sir. I'll do as much detention as you think is necessary. Or even suspension".
Mr Weaver flashes a somewhat malign grin as he says;
"Oh, I have a far more...severe punishment in mind for you".
You then feel a tingling throughout your whole body and you suddenly realise that you're completely paralysed. You gasp as your vision blurs and you start to feel dizzy. When it clears, you're amazed to find that you've shrunk, and are now lying helplessly on the chair. You hear footsteps, and the chair your on is pulled away from the desk slightly. You can't help feeling afraid as the now giant Mr Weaver appears in front of you and sits on the end of his desk.
"I imagine you're pretty confused and scared right now", he says with the same malicious grin. "To answer the question you must be asking; yes, you have been shrunk. You're about eleven inches tall now. It's possible, because I'm not an ordinary man. I'm actually a sorcerer. Now about your punishment".
He pulls down the zipper on his suit pants and reaches inside. He then pulls out his penis, which looks about as long as a school bus at your present size.
"I've decided", he says. "That since you've acted like a dick, it's fitting that you BE a dick".
He then licks his lips as he smiles and reaches down for you.
"I think...three...days as my penis will be sufficient punishment. It'll certainly be a lesson you'll never forget".
He strokes his cock as he lifts you off the chair. It quickly grows in size until it's about ten inches long. You start to panic as you realize that your clothes have disappeared and turns over so that you're face down and facing away from him. You find yourself regretting making this wish, but it's too late now. He carries you into his en-suite toilet, and closes and locks the door. He then stands in front of the full length mirror attached to the back of the door. You see him smile as he moves your feet toward the enormous head of his cock. To your surprise, and horror, you see the urethra open wide, like a giant vertical mouth, and your feet pass inside.
He closes his eyes and groans softly as slowly slides you deeper and deeper inside him. You can feel the warm, slightly moist walls of his urethra stretch to accommodate you as your feet, lower legs and then upper legs and hands slide inside. You watch in amazement as Mr Weaver's giant penis slowly swallow your lower torso. The walls of his urethra feel tight as they stretch around your chest, and then your shoulders and neck. Within about thirty seconds, only your head is left outside him.
"Don't worry", Mr Weaver says. "This won't hurt. And it won't take long".
You feel the tingling again, but just in your feet this time. It's also accompanied by a strange sensation that feels as though your feet are melting and stretching out. Mr Weaver lets out another groan as the tingling and the melting/stretching sensation moves up into your ankles, and then your lower calves and shins. The sensation moves up toward your knees, and Mr Weaver puts his hands on his hips. You start shaking as he laughs loudly.
"This feels great", he says with a smile. "I never thought a student could be so enjoyable".
As you stare in the mirror, you feel the melting/stretching sensation slowly move up your thighs, and you suddenly realise that you can see a slight ripple, or shimmer, in the skin of Mr Weaver's cock as your body becomes part of him. About ten seconds later, and the melting/stretching passes into your chest and then your neck. You still feel a little scared, but now your excitement has returned too. You watch as your hair disappears and your head and face start to melt backwards and stretch out around, and merge into, Mr Weavers glans. Slowly, your skin takes on a marble like complexion as it also turns a kind of purple color. Your eyes and nose disappear, and your mouth twists until it's vertical, with the right side at the top, and then you feel your throat stretch all the way down your body and beyond as it, and your mouth become Mr Weavers urethra. Your lips become the outer part of it.
The tingling and the melting/stretching sensations disappear, and in the mirror you can only see Mr Weavers dick staring back at you. You can't believe it. It's actually worked. You're now Mr Weaver's penis for the next three days. Mr Weaver lets out a satisfied sigh as you watch his right reach for you, and feel his fingers wrap around your new body.
"I can't wait to get home this evening", He says with an evil grin. "My wife is going to love having you inside her. And it'll be a pleasure to feel you in her pussy. You've got three days down there, so I suggest you get comfortable".
You feel yourself shrink as you slowly go soft. It kind of feels like you're deflating. Eventually, you're down what is Mr Weaver's normal flaccid size. When that happens, he gently pushes you through his fly and into his shorts. He then pulls up his zipper, and you feel him start to walk. Your fear has gone now, and you're glad that you didn't cancel this wish. This first one was the most difficult, you think it'll be easier after this. There's nothing else you can do now, because for the next three days, you're Mr Weaver's penis.
