When Lucas, 19-year-old chemistry nerd with blonde hair and a slender physique, discovered the lab fridge had been thrown out during spring break he was horrified. He and his friends had been storing vials of an experimental formula in there, and now they'd never know if their formula worked or not. The professor told him it had only been thrown out recently so it might still be in one piece somewhere.
Lucas quickly ran off to gather his friends; Aiden, who was his black-haired partner in chemistry; and Ethan, who was a dab hand at physics specialising in quantum mechanics. Yes, for their interests, the three friends were quite unpopular and often teased and bullied throughout their lives, but they were smart enough to go beyond that. Together, they had created a most powerful formula indeed. Through the combined powers of chemistry and physics they had created what mere fools would call a potion. A potion that could rearrange not just the DNA but the very atoms of any being foolish enough to consume it. Of course, the substance needed some controlling factor to decide what the end result would be, and that was Ethan's job when designing it. Through the mysterious powers of quantum entanglement, the scary buzzword scifi uses to describe magic to make it seem less silly, the formula would transform people based on titles or nicknames.
The three nerds, being nerds, had nicknames of course, but their ultimate intention was to trick a few aptly nicknamed bullies into drinking the chemicals. However, that plan was scuppered when the refrigerator had been disposed of.
The three friends ran to the college's waste facility, only to find that the fridge was no longer there. They saw a garbage truck disappearing around the corner. The dump! They hopped dramatically onto their bicycles, Aiden accidentally bruising a testicle in the process, and gave chase to the garbage truck.
By the time they finally made it to the dump, they happened upon a shocking sight.
A large, sweaty-looking man was standing by the small fridge holding an empty vial. He looked like he was about to keel over and throw up. The three watched in awe as the man's arms swelled up. It looked painful as they throbbed big and purple. The man's legs did the same, stretching his overalls until they ripped. Even the man's package started to strain his clothing. His face, too, was turning purple as it bulged dangerously. Then, things got even stranger. As the man continued to swell, his skin seemed to thin and the purple, strangulated blood seemed to disappear. The man's body continued to swell, shredding out of his clothes, but it also rounded and smoothed out. His insides appeared to transform into a yellow liquid similar to the chemicals inside the vials. Sid let out a pained scream before his face turned completely smooth and disappeared into his rounding body. Soon the only blemish in what was now a tranluscent, sweating sack of yellow goo was a huge, overly inflated cock and balls.
The three nerds looked at eachother nervously. Their experiment had worked, but an innocent bystander had been painfully afflicted by it. Not only that, but they weren't even sure what he was.
Sid's body suddenly shrank down until it was about the size of a tangerine.
The three boys looked around to check the coast was clear before running over to the accidental victim of their creation.
Aiden picked up the bloated yellow sphere, then immediately regretted it. The balloon-like thing Sid had become was sweating a foul, disgusting liquid that stank like wet farts. He almost dropped it, but caught it again. His sudden grasping caused a jet of fluid to spray out of Sid's cock. It landed on Lucas' shoe. Lucas leapt back.
"Gross!" He yelled as the stench of burnt rubber and rotten eggs hit his nose. He kicked off his shoe in disgust.
"Fuck," Ethan coughed, covering his nose and mouth with his shirt, "he turned into a stinkbomb!"
Aiden held the rubbery, moist thing at arm's length "If I drop him he'll explode and we'll stink for life, man, what do I do?"
"I dunno," Lucas eyed up the stinkbomb, "but if I'm not mistaken, that smelly fluid also contains our transformation potion, so if he does go off, he'll transform anyone he splatters."
Through all of this, poor Sid was entirely conscious. What had this pitiful man done to deserve this? One minute he was drinking a weird yellow goo in an abandoned fridge, the next minute he was a sweaty balloon of stink-juice being held by some teenager. All it would take is one impact and he'd burst! That'd be the end for old Sid, surely? Although, when that one kid squeezed some juice out of his cock, that felt heavenly, like a sudden uncontrollable orgasm. Sid supposed that, if he was gonna die a stinkbomb, at least he'd go out with an orgasmic bang.