I know I brought this on myself. I know it. But it still stinks. At first, it was terrifying as I watched the world change as I flattened out and fell apart. I still felt everything as if I was still whole.
Then it was exciting. I was on a hot man's body. Okay, he was only 13--but thanks to his wish to grow up, he had the body of 20 year old. That started to get old as I continued to absorb Brett's sweat as he bicycled to the gym. By the end of the tryouts, he stank. I stank. My mouth tasted of sweat and urine, thanks to the fact he didn't properly shake after using the john. Then, I guess he ate some burritos and started farting. That really sucked. My eyes, ears and nose were all part of his jockstrap, so I could only imagine what he was doing. I heard snippets of conversations from inside his shorts. I made the mistake of laughing--or trying to--when I realized that my lower body was his shorts and my head was his jockstrap: I literally had my head up my butt. I say that was a mistake because of what the stimulation of my vibrating pouch did to Brett's horny young junk. My mouth got so stretched out of shape, I'm afraid my cheeks will sag like turkey wattle if ever I become human again.
Oh, my goodness, light. He must have taken off his shorts, maybe he'll take me off too, and turn me back.
Oh, oh. I don't like the look of this...