Chad crinkled his nose and lightly depressed the aerosol pump again and leaned in for a good whiff.
Weirdly, the aerosol can made a whooshing sound and sucked Chad's face right up to the nozzle.
"What the f-" Chad started to say, but impossibly his entire head was sucked in. He stood there with a tiny pink aerosol can attached to his neck. It was still sucking, but Chad had broad shoulders.
"Like a chicken with his head cut off," chortled a distorted male voice. The distortion was due to Chad's ears being compressed inside the tiny metal cylinder.
The spray must have made his body more elastic. He felt his shoulders buckling as they too were pulled in along with his flailing arms, and torso. His hips temporarily thwarted his canning.
"Well, it looks like he likes it!" said the distorted voice.
"He should. I'd imagine that all his blood has been shoved into his lower body. I'd think he's probably unconscious," said another distorted voice.
"Nah, I guarantee he's conscious. Don't know about his bloodflow though. You might be right about that. But I was right that Chad would fall for it. In a minute or so, he'll just be a jock in a can."
"So we use him like bodyspray or is he more like spray tan?"
Chad's boner went away, as he heard this. And in 10 seconds his bare feet were waggling at the end of the nozzle before vanishing.
"Be careful unless you want to be canned too," warned one of the distorted voices.
Chad was completely canned and the can was rolling around on the locker room floor. Chad felt like he was going to be sick.
Someone picked him up.