The interior of the metal dumpster behind his apartment building smelled awful. True, Matt no longer had a nose, but that didn't really seem to lessen the rank stench.
He had landed next to a couple of discarded banana peels so brown and oozing they were almost liquified. Matt didn't like resting in the reservoir of dark, organic goo. Besides the decaying bananas, what the hell else might be mixed into the vile pool?
He tried repeatedly to will his rubber body to move. He thought he might have succeeded in shivering, or it might just have been the breeze affecting his incredibly lightweight body. He could have cried.
He "saw" a half-eaten taco, still in its fast-food wrapper. Bottles, cans, jars, and cartons mixed with other debris, strewn and scattered in the cavernous interior of the huge dumpster. Some of the trash had been nicely confined within black plastic garbage bags that had been flung into the dumpster. He was particularly horrified to see a soiled diaper in the far corner of the dumpster atop the mounds of discarded rubbish.
He heard a buzzing sound that, after some effort, he recognized as the noise from dozens of flies flying and swarming over the convenient feast gathered for them inside the dumpster. One of the insects landed on a condom body. He felt its thin legs twitching on his plastic surface as the insect crawled over him in search of something to convert into nutrients. It extended a proboscis and sucked up some of the dark ooze on which poor Matt the condom rested.
Matt whined. "Shoo! Go away!"
The loathsome insect flicked its wings and continued to suck up the vile ooze.
Matt wanted the nightmare to end. He tried to lose himself by remembering the intense erotic feelings he had experienced as a condom, but that outlet no longer sufficed.
When he had thought his duration as a condom was temporary, he could enjoy the immensely erotic transformation. But now...
"Please, I just want out of here." Matt prayed and hoped. "Please. Please. Please..."
He got no answer. Perhaps that was the response from the universe. He had wanted to know what it felt like to be an inanimate object.
Now, he knew.
The sun rose higher in the sky, baking the contents of the encrusted metal dumpster into a ripe, rancid miasma. Matt felt like his body might melt and join the vile ooze.
Despite it all, he kept dreaming that he would regain his former life. If...