Eric snapped awake.
The sky above him was a soft blue with a few lazy clouds floating by. He could hear wind rustling through the grass and birds chirping in the distance.
The crazy events of the previous day echoed in his mind.
I'm...I'm alive? he thought. I'm alive! It was all a nightmare...
He caught himself. No, it couldn't have just been a nightmare, he reasoned. Clearly he was lying in a field. He remembered coming home to his girlfriend, twisted and re-shaped into some kind of rat beast in her sexual fervor...he remembered the crazed look in her eyes as she'd told him he was going to become jizz and impregnate her...he remembered running from the house in horror, ending up in a field, and slowly melting into an endless torrent of spunk...and then he remembered that he hadn't tried to get up yet.
He continued to not try. The attempt was over before it began. There were no muscles to strain, no body to roll to one side.
Eric was still cum.
With increasing panic, Eric felt a growing sensation resurfacing. It was one he knew well, but in his haze he couldn't quite place. All he knew was that it was awful, like an all-consuming sourness, saltiness, and altogether foul. A switch flipped in his mind, and he remembered -- this was taste and smell! His sense of taste had returned...and all he could taste was himself. Pungent, coppery, and with the slightest hint of rot along the edges.
He realized he had edges. He could sense that, somehow. Bits of him were scattered here and there, spattered among patches of grass from his colossal ejaculation, but the core of his consciousness resided in a massive contiguous puddle of cum, congealing on the rocky ground. There was so much of him that he hadn't had a chance to spread out completely before drying -- he was drying, he could feel it happening, but his center was still gooey. He was an inch deep at his thickest point. 130 pounds of jizz, he reminded himself. A thin film had formed on the parts of him exposed to air, and some of it was starting to yellow. Flecks of dust and dirt also clung to him.
How do I still have any senses at all? he thought frantically. How can I KNOW this?
The answers eluded him. With no recourse to do anything about his present situation, Eric's mind quieted for a few moments. Birds continued to chirp, and the wind continued to blow. Somewhere off in the distance, a car honked.
He could feel himself quietly soaking into the earth below, but largely he wasn't going anywhere.
Maybe I'll eventually change back, he lied to himself. Maybe Lisa will track me down and turn me back into a human, or maybe the Chronivac has some sort of fail-safe time limit, or maybe...
A blade of grass caught on the breeze landed on him and stuck fast.
Maybe I'm stuck as cum forever.