Chad felt his entire being quivering like liquid. He kept telling himself he was a man. He couldn't be changed into anything by an app. He just couldn't.
Then everything went splat. Chad collapsed, and coalesced into a shiny black puddle on the field house floor.
"Damn! That wasn't supposed to happen!" Karl exclaimed with his fingers urgently scrolling over his iPad to see what went wrong. "You're just luck, I saved your original template, Chad, or you'd be pudding permanently."
I like pudding thought Chad. He had never felt so relax, so at one with the universe. He was floating in a pool of blackness, infinity, but he was the pool. A small fly lit on the surface of Chad's new liquified reality. It created tiny ripples with its tiny feet, which managed not to break the tensile strength of the surface. It skittered across the surface of Chad. It sort of tickled, but it sure looked cool.
"Shoo!" Karl said waving the fly, "The last thing I need at this point is any foreign DNA to muck you up further."
The liquid bubbled making a gurgling sound. Chad wasn't sure if it came out of his lips or his ass. He was trying to speak, but it sounded more like a fart. And being liquid, Chad could no longer tell his head from his ass. He would like to tell Karl a thing or two about personal space. Karl's sneaker was pushing into the circle of liquid that Chad had formed. Chad could smell, taste and feel the dirty rubber tread. There were bits of glass, sand, gravel, part of a dead bug, mud, and grass - Chad hoped it was mud, but it smelled like it might be something worse. Get off! thought Chad. Glancing down, Karl realized that he'd really stepped in it, and carefully withdrew his foot. Chad concentrated on being one, maintaining structure integrity. He could pound Karl later, when he was his old self.
ZING!
Chad sprang to life again. He could feel that he had arms, legs, cock, balls, head, ass, but he didn't feel quite right. He could see his arm was shiny black still. He couldn't move, but his arm didn't look right. Not enough muscles. He looked straight into Karl's eyes. That was wrong too, they weren't the same height, at least not before.
"Hm, that's not right," muttered Karl, as he intermittently glanced up at Chad, and studied the display on his iPad.
The fly returned to walk across Chad's unblinking eyeball. Chad was amazed at how his new liquid vision was able to focus on the insect. It was like having it under a microscope. As he tested his new limited abilities while being a frozen statue, Chad forgot about being naked and at Karl's mercy.
"Aha!" Karl said clicking his iPad.