"Oh, c-c-c-r-r-ra-a-ap!" said Chad picking up the box. The tingling had become burning, and he could see all the hairs on his arm had vaporized. His skin was smooth, shiny and starting to glisten like gold. He stared at the empty box that he knew he would soon be inside. He wondered what sort of Trophy that sick Spence kid had planned for him.
He'd hate being a dorky chess trophy, or maybe a booby prize. Oh, damn, he recalled that the Soap Box Derby was coming up, but he didn't imagine Spencer would do that to him. The Team Awards Banquet was coming up, that would be a weird twist if he was the MVP Trophy and recipient. That was probably it. Let's see he should have a football? Or maybe Spencer would add that. He notices now that the box has doubled in size, and looks around the empty field house. Damn, it's not the box, it's him. Chad is shrinking. His head is starting to spin. Everything seems to be moving faster or is it in slow motion. His neurons are getting closer together and firing faster. He passes out.
Chad awakens in the dark. He cannot move. He must be in the trophy box. He hope he doesn't have long to wait. He will pound Spencer into oblivion, if he ever gets out of this. Damn, he's horny. It feels like he's got the most massive boner of his life, and he's been edged to the point of cumming, but cannot cum. This intense feeling is making it hard to think. Between praying for release, he wonders whether Spencer planned this too, or if this is just a pleasant/unpleasant side effect. He doubts they'd give a trophy to anyone with an erect penis, more likely it's just a golden bulge now. Or he might be all golden dildo? He recalled hearing that the local lodge gave a Golden Dildo award to it's most promiscuous members. He'd been told that if he joined the lodge, he'd win it hands down. Chad wondered, and wondered. His fears compounded. His anger and desire to pound Spencer into oblivion changed to begging and being willing to do anything Spencer asked, if he could only be human again. He wondered how many hours or days, or maybe weeks were going by.