Chad stared at the empty Fruit of the Month Club box.
He felt nauseous, he grabbed his stomach. He farted loudly. Weird, he expected a stench, but it smelled like bananas.
Chad looked around the empty field house, he was sure someone was watching. He popped a boner. He tried to cover it up, but his fingers were all stiff too. His skin was pale green, but was ripening to a golden yellow. He swallowed, and took a step toward the box, while he stared at his penis and fingers which now looked like they were all bananas. He tripped and fell forward to the box. Somehow, as he fell he shrank and reshaped. He landed in the box as a bunch of bananas. Someone closed the box lid over him. Chad couldn't see. There was light coming through the holes in the boxes, but Chad was now sealed in two dozen banana skins.
Someone hefted the box. It felt like he was lifted onto a shoulder, and he was carried out of the field house. He could feel the warmth of the sunlight beaming down on the box.
Chad stopped moving, and was set down on a firm hard surface.
A minute or two later, some guy shouted, "Hey, guys, after practice, come get a banana! Someone gifted us a bunch!"