"Are you okay?"
Dylan checked himself over. "Yea, I think so."
"Was that really you up there?"
Dylan said, "Yes, I could feel and see everything happening to me. That carney should be arrested but I don't want to think about that right now. Can we change the subject?"
After a pause, Chad spoke up. "I am getting hungry. Let's check out the food carts."
Dylan said, "Sounds good. I could use a soda."
They walked over to the food carts but noticed that none of them had menus. Chad led them to one that served sandwiches. "What's on the menu?"
The sandwich guy said, "We don't do menus here at Pleasure Island. The theme is to have whatever pleasure you want so instead of prepackaged foods, we find out what the customer wants and give it to them. Let me guess that you like garden fresh vegetables."
Chad said, "You guessed it. Would you make me a sandwich with cucumbers, olives and sweet onion sauce on roasted chicken?"
The sandwich guy said, "I would be delighted to. Please step up onto the sandwich cart."
Chad asked, "Huh, why?"
The sandwich guy said, "So I can make you into a sandwich."
Chad said, "No, no, I want to eat a sandwich, not be a sandwich."
His friends said, "Go on." "Chicken?"
Dylan was the worst. "I dare you. After what you guys dared me to do it's only fair that you have to do some dares as well."
They pushed Chad onto the sandwich cart. The sandwich guy gave Chad an apron. Chad asked, "What's this for?"
The sandwich guy said, "When making food, one should wear an apron."
Chad put the apron on. It was a big apron that nearly covered Chad's entire body from his neck to below his knees. It even wrapped around to partially cover his back side. As soon as Chad tied the apron strings, his clothes slid off. He felt no hands unfastening anything or pulling anything. His clothes just slid off as if all he had been wearing was a sheet.
Then he felt hands grab his butt. "What are you doing?"
The sandwich guy said, "Every sandwich starts with the bun."
The sandwich guy pulled Chad's buns off and they changed into giant buns of onion roll. Chad stood there trying to understand how his butt had become a giant onion roll.
The sandwich guy untied Chad's apron and pulled it away to reveal that instead of a penis and testicles, Chad now had a cucumber and olives. The sandwich guy used a peeler on Chad's cucumber. It didn't hurt. Instead, the repeated stroking was very arousing. When Chad's cucumber was nearly peeled, it squirted sweet onion sauce on the onion roll. Then the sandwich guy chopped Chad's cucumber and olives off and cut them up on the sandwich. That's when Chad started to shrink into the roasted chicken for the sandwich.
The sandwich guy lifted the finished sandwich and said, "There, I made you a sandwich with cucumbers, olives and sweet onion sauce on roasted chicken. Who wants to eat him?"
Dylan asked, "Is it safe? Will he come back after being eaten?"
The sandwich guy said, "Of course."
Dylan grabbed the sandwich and said, "Well Chad, it looks like you are a chicken after all, a chicken sandwich." Dylan ate Chad. "This is tasty." Dylan then washed Chad down with a large root beer.
The sandwich guy said, "Time to bring Chad back. Open wide."
Dylan opened his mouth and the sandwich guy stuck a tongue depressor in Dylan's mouth. Dylan coughed up a ball of phlegm that grew until it became Chad who quickly grabbed his clothes.
The sandwich guy said, "As a memento, have this hat." The sandwich guy gave Chad a hat with a picture of a giant cucumber on it.
Meanwhile, Dylan belched. No one noticed that just before he belched, his stomach swelled up like a balloon.