"Tired, Chad? Cause that's what's happening to you!" said a snarky male voice.
Chad slowly turns, it's like he's moving in a sea of molasses.
"Yeah, it's me. Payback's a bitch, ain't it," said Arlo, "See that was a new tractor tire you pulled off my truck and tossed on the Homecoming Bonfire back in September. Those things are a damn might expensive. Course the proper thing is to have you replace it, but then you didn't see it that way then. And heck you were our star football player. It'd a been bad fer the team, if I dun this to you then." He was playing with a bit of straw between his teeth. He always dressed like a farmer, but his family was rich as hell. Chad's grandmother said there was something unnatural about them and their farm. She said she didn't believe in black magic, except when in came to Arlo Tucker's clan. Chad would agree with her now, if he could speak.
"Now I wancha to understand, Chad, that this position is a trial. Three months or so. You may be yourself or something else again, or I may just decide to keep you permanently."
Chad moaned. He felt so damn empty inside. He doubled over. His hands grabbed his calves, and they began to fuse. He found his body contracting and expanding in different ways. His mouth and anus were inches apart. He was becoming some sort of doughnut. His cock twisted sideways. It was erect, but the harder it got, the smaller it got. Only when Chad's mouth fused with his anus did he realize that his innards had become an inner tube, and he was now becoming a rubber tractor tire, the twin to the one he tossed on the Homecoming Bonfire. He was growing bigger and emptier. Soon a big tire stood and wobbled and fell over on to the field house floor.
Arlo applauded, "Chad, you always are the showman, even as a tire. He uprights the huge tractor tire, and rolls it across the fieldhouse and up a wooden plank ramp into the back of his waiting truck. One of Chad's eyes faces the bed of the truck. The other stares out from the upward facing side. Arlo whistles as he goes about putting the planks in the truck, and locks up the tailgate. The whistling gets fainter as he goes farther away, Chad figures that he's gone back into the field house to remove the evidence. Damn, he sure wished he had paid for that tire now. How much was a tractor tire worth anyway? It sure wasn't worth a life. He couldn't imagine being a tire for life, let alone three months. It had to be a trick. He'd been hypnotized maybe. He really doubted that, he knew deep in his vulcanized body that he was now really a tire. He only prayed that Arlo would change him back in a day or two...