Chad sniffed the air and his skin. It did smell like plastic, but it didn't bother him. In fact, the smell kinda made him horny. He shrugged and sprayed another coating on his naked body. He liked the way the spray made his skin so shiny. Chad sprayed 3 more coats. He didn't notice that it was hardening, or that as he pulled on some shorts and shoes that he was a little shorter than before. He jogged out of the locker room, and across the field toward the field house. The sun glistened off his shiny body as he ran. Anyone at a distance would think he was glistening with sweat as he run, but he wasn't sweating.
About ten feet from the Field House door, Chad's right shoe flew off. His other shoe was loose. He guessed incorrectly that he hadn't tied them tight enough, or maybe the spray made his skin slick? He didn't realize that as he plodded barefoot to the Field House door that he was actually shrinking. He glanced at his wrist. Damn, he forgot his watch. He turned back and looked at the school clock tower. It was always a minute or two slow, but it said it was still 10 to 4. Chad was early. He looked around, and took the key out of his shorts where he had tied it to the drawstring. He picked up his shoes, and entered the Field House. He looked over his shoulder, he didn't see Karen or anyone headed his way. Maybe she was already inside. He closed the door behind himself. It was dark inside the unlit field house. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.
"Hello?" he shouted into the empty building. His voice echoed. There was no reply. Well, he was early. He shrugged, and shucked off his shorts. He shoved them into his shoes, and realized he still had the spray can in his left hand. Well, he did have time for another coat. He shook the can, and stared to spray his body liberally with another coat, maybe two or three.
In the cavernous, dark empty field house, Chad didn't notice that he as getting closer to the ground as his skin got shinier and shinier. His joints felt stiffer as he moved, but his cock was rock hard and shiny, and that seemed more important.
"He is the model of the very modern major Quarterback!" sang a male tenor voice to the HMS Pinafore Major General song. It moved high over head from the speakers? thought Chad looking up.
Then he saw the giant shoes raising a dust cloud behind them. He looked up the heavy canvas blue jeans toward the source of the voice. The cloud of vapor that Chad bathed in shrank him and the spray can too. It hadn't shrunk as much though, it seemed to be twice as big as it had been. He tried to open his mouth to shout at the giant, but his lips had been sealed by the spray. He stepped awkwardly and stiffly away from the giant sneakers, but his knees didn't bend the way they should. A giant hand descended toward him and scooped Chad up. He struggled futilely and turned his head to see the giant face rushing toward him.