Jeff looked at the screen. His finger was ready. Oh, was it ready. So was his dick. His boner was ready to fucking pop off and get going with his evolution. Moisture was beading on his fingertip, whetting and slicking creases of his skin, so that when he leaned forward to press his finger against the screen, he smeared it accidentally. Instead of pressing “bioligcal evloution,” jeff aciddentaly slid this finger across to “de-evolution” button!
“Shit!”
Jeff pulled his finger up for a moment, fear covering his whole body like a ripple, but not at the expense of his smoking hard richard. Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
Oh god oh fuck. Oh fuck oh god.
It began as a tingling in his fingers… and then it stopped. Jeff held his hands up to his face only to discover that it had transformed into a simple paddle!!!! How was he going to jerk off now?! His sopping wet william trembled within the soft polyester hammock of his underwear. Past his fleshy, featureless flipper was the flickering Chronivac screen, glistening with that accursed sweat. DE-EVOLVING…. DE-EVOLVING… DE-EVOLVING…
Jeff slapped his meaty flipper mitt across the screen, desperate to find some way, any way, to stop the process. This isn’t what he wanted, damn it! Suddenly, he felt a tingling in his palms…. And watched them melt seamlessly into the bland, featureless sausages of his forearms. No! No! No! He beat his round stumps against the flashing screen like a man possessed, tears welling in his eyes, cock throbbing relentlessly inside his jeans.
The tingling spread into his arm-poles, but this was different from before… the feeling was deep inside. And then it stopped, and his boneless flesh tentacles flailed wildly as he swung his two remaining arm joints with abandon. And then he felt a tingling in his arm joints, and a slow rise of sensation went through what sorry flesh remained of his arms...
Jeff began to sweat. This was needed for his shiny slimy new body. He was coated in a thin flem like substance that felt amazing on his fat cock. His skin darkened turning to a mottled green which shone in the light of the screen. DE-EVOLVING… DE-EVOLVING…
SHRINKING.
Jeff began to feel his shiny green skin shrink across his body, pressing him tighter and tighter (and his cock) until he was forced to 5 feet tall, then his knees, then he shrunkeven more.
Jeff was freaking out now. More than he had been. The invisible marker for 5 feet was rapidly getting more and more away from him, as he went down towards the ground. 4 feet now, and he tried to scramble for the computer, forgetting that he...no longer...had arms. Oh my god. Oh fuck. Oh shit! Jeff let out a pitiful whine, his height going down further, now at 3 feet. Then 2 feet. How was he still here? What was happening?
Jeff felt his neck change and his head shift. There was a crunching sound, of bone against bone, and he began to turn his head up, looking straight at the ceiling. This wasn’t very hot! Thought Jeff, eyes glazing over in bziarre panic, as his head merged into his chest, neck contracting away in a blur of tingles.
He felt the a wave of sensation in his toes, and then into the bones of his feet… Oh, no! He lost his balance and fell forward, flat on his stomach, with a thud. His point of view made much more sense from this angle as he found himself staring straight ahead across the floor, and he felt his tense, painful neck relax into its new, horizontal position.
Suddenly, Jeff realized his dick and legs had been enclosed in a shroud of tingles, and they melted away into a soft cloud of pleasant nothing. Jeff knew he should have been worried about this, but his head was bubbling, fizzing, and he found himself concerned with simpler things. His new wide stomach rumbled, and he scanned the floor for tasty treats. A final wave of sensation ran over his skin, hardening into scales and belly-plates. Oh! He left a bikkie on his bed earlier. If only he could… get up there…
Jeff slithered forward on his short, fat body, wound himself up like a spring, and jumped into the air… once… twice…! And landed, plop, on the soft feather mattress of his bed. He took the biscuit in his mouth and slithered under his bed-covers, popping his head out on the pillow with his round, scaly tummy side facing up, and munched on his biscuity treat.
Everything was going to be alright.
Tsuchinoko real.
Tsuchinoko was real.
Tsuchinoko was Jeff.