Before Lisa had even finished speaking, Eric tore his way down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind him.
The Chronivac could do a lot of things, and even though his girlfriend certainly seemed irrevocably changed, he knew -- or at least hoped -- that it couldn't transform someone so dramatically as to reduce them to semen. Could it...?
The evening air was moderately warm, but a draft gave him a slight chill. The sudden realization that he was still nude dawned on him. He struggled to cover his genitalia in a panic and ducked behind a bush in his front yard, thankful that it was pretty dark out and no neighbors were around.
Dammit, Lisa! She'd forced him to strip, and now he was caught in a difficult situation. No wallet, no keys, no phone...and no way he was going back inside to retrieve them. Where could he go for help? What could he do? Who would listen to a naked lunatic raving about his girlfriend wanting to fuck his pet rat? Oh, and to turn him into cum and get impregnated by him? If he found anyone who would listen, Eric mused, he'd probably leave that part out.
...Not that it would make much difference with a horse dong swinging between his legs. He silently cursed himself for ever thinking that would be a good idea. If anyone caught him like this, he would DEFINITELY lose his babysitting gigs, not to mention probably end up on several government lists.
The nearest person he knew he could trust was his buddy Doug, who was a good 20 minute walk away. Eric would have to make his way out of his neighborhood without being seen, then cross an open field and the small wooded area where Doug lived. Sure, it'd be mortifyingly embarrassing to turn up on his doorstep like this...he wracked his brain, but there really weren't any other options. If nothing else, he'd concoct an explanation and be able to borrow some clothes and spend the night, then see about visiting the police in the morning...if this all didn't end up being a bad dream.
Eric inched his way through the neighborhood, doing his best to lay low. His heart was pounding. He tried to stay in back alleys or between houses rather than expose himself on the main roads. However, this also meant dealing with scrapes and scratches from overgrown weeds and underbrush, and he winced in pain more than a few times. A dog barked at him once, and a few cars passed dangerously close, but before long he found himself at the edge of the undeveloped field. His destination was almost in sight.
Eric's stomach gurgled loudly. He supposed he was hungry, though he didn't feel like eating. He patted his stomach gingerly. A sudden belch rumbled its way up from his gut, and he clapped his hand over his mouth. He glanced around at the houses he'd just left behind, but nothing stirred.
An odd sensation washed over him in waves, and he suddenly felt very unwell. His guts were roiling. Indigestion or cramps...as he doubled over in discomfort, he couldn't help but remember what Lisa had said too. He pushed the thought out of his mind.
One foot in front of the other...Eric began to trudge his way across the field. As a lone figure he knew he must stick out like a sore thumb, but the night was growing darker. A light breeze made him shiver. His stomach was sloshing again.
A drip on his foot caught his attention. Had it started raining? But there wasn't a cloud in the sky...as he searched for the source of the drip, he felt another along his leg. He lifted up the tip of his flaccid cock and discovered the head was slathered with precum. That was weird. He was anything but aroused right now. He squeezed it like a toothpaste tube and a rivulet of clear fluid oozed down his shaft. He never knew that much pre was even possible.
Another burp echoed up his esophagus, this one breaking wetly against the back of his throat. It triggered his gag reflex and he coughed into his hand...which came away covered in the same clear fluid. This was no saliva. The consistency was all wrong.
Eric's heart continued to pound and the breaths he drew were becoming ragged. He could no longer ignore the way he felt, nor the warnings his girlfriend had given him. With growing dread, he thought quickly about his options.