Slipped into the back pocket of the young man's jeans, you feel
increasingly warm and feel the muscles of his butt working as
he walks across town.
Even though you are sealed in a small packet, you can see and
hear perfectly - although there's very little to see in the darkness
and the major sounds are the guy's footsteps.
You attempt to find out how much control you have over your new
form and are dismayed to find that you cannot talk or move even
slightly. You can smell only rubber and as you are buffeted
around you can feel yourself slipping and sliding slightly in
condom lubricant. Holy shit! This is real! You are a tiny piece of
shaped rubber with only one purpose - and you don't even want
to think about that! Plus, nobody knows you are in there - who's
going to give any thought to a condom, except to use it? Damn
that wish machine...
After what feels like forever the guy seems to arrive somewhere.
You can hear music and the hissing of beers opening. The
young man sits down and you find youself smooshed between
his butt and a sofa. Sounds become muffled and you can't make
anything out properly.
Hours pass and the only times you can hear properly are when
the guy gets up to get another beer, or once when you can hear
him taking a leak. It must be getting late, and you've exhausted
any ideas you have of getting the guy to realise you're trapped in
here.
Suddenly the warmth of his butt is gone and you assume he's
taken his jeans off, you can see a chink of light as the back
pocket of the jeans become rumpled as they're dropped on the
floor. You can hear two male voices and what sounds like
kissing. Oh shit! The guy is gay! The breathing in the room
becomes heavier and you can hear what sounds like a bed
creaking. Suddenly you hear the guy say "Hang on, I got one
here!"
Enormous fingers suddenly reach in and pick up up and you can
see everything. You are looking up at the face of a good-looking
guy of about 20, with short brown hair and a big grin on his face.
Laying naked on a big double bed nearby is a second guy, about
the same age, with floppy blond hair. He's naked, sporting a
massive hardon. "Hey, come on, Scott! I'm waiting here!" he
grins. Oh god! This can't be happening.
'Scott' tears open the packet and you feel yourself gripped
between huge fingers and carried over to the bed. The blonde
guy's cock fills your vision as you're carried closer to it. Suddenly
it's filling your face and you can taste - Shit! You can still taste! -
the pre-cum oozing out. With deft movements, 'Scott' rolls your
body down the massive length of the guy's cock. It's a strange
and disgusting feeling to be hugging a man's woody. You try to
shout, to scream, anything! But nothing happens. You are the
exact same size and shape as a guy's dick and you can feel the
real thing inside you, pulsing and stiffening even more.
Then Scott gets down on hands and knees and begins lubing
between his but cheeks. You can see everything as you lie there,
wrapped around the blonde guy's prick, even though the mounds
of Scott's butt seem the size of hills from your small perspective.
Then, without warning, the blonde guys grabs his cock - and you
- and juts forward until your 'face' is right up against Scott's
asshole. You can see it puckering and there is a distinct smell of
sweat and shit. Oh no. Please, no...
Then you are plunged inside ...