As much as he wanted to take one of the copper-haired bodies right here and now, Timothy is pretty much comfortable in his current skin. He’s handsome, not too muscular, thin, not fat, and this current husk has a somewhat familiar sense to his previous body - so this body will be his home for a moment longer. And besides, the call of the warehouse is stronger than those groups of men. This warehouse is a trove of mystery and information hiding amongst these naked bodies.
Just like the rest of the Caravan, the warehouse looked far bigger than Timothy would expect. The more he walked further, the farther the wall on the other side seemed to be. Come to think of it, he has walked for 10 minutes now but when Timothy turned back, he could go back to the exit a third of that time. It’s like he’s walking on a treadmill - he walks but he remains in the same place. It must be the work of Pickle’s magic or some other crazy shit. Nevertheless, Timothy has never met the same face twice. Sure, there are some uncanny resemblances in some of the bodies but they are still different. There are these two boys that looked eerily similar. They had the same short-cropped blonde nearly-white hair, their arms are both muscular but the bulges are in different places. The first one has the long dick while the other has the thicker shaft - both of which are uncut yet shaven down to the balls. Their dark brown eyes looked fierce which was contemplated by their strong squarish jaws. You could assume they are police officers in life judging not only by their bodies but the weird stance that separates them from the rest of the bodies in the warehouse. The first one Timothy met was frozen in a shooting pose, complete with an imaginary gun in hand as if Pickle took him in the middle of an active shootout. To save him from death, perhaps? The other guy had one of his brusque arms raised as if holding a non-existent police baton while his other hand was tightly rooted on the floor. He’s crouching with his thick dick hanging limply and the head nearly touching the wooden floor. And oddly enough, both men are still wearing their socks.
Timothy thought both men would be the end of husks doing poses but the deeper he goes, the more appeared. A few rows behind the second police officer is this teenager with dirty blonde hair. He’s pretty buff which is akin to a swimmer’s build, which is apt considering he’s locked in an eternal preparation for a dive. If he wasn’t naked, there would be a huge bulge on his swim-briefs, and well, he’s naked so his dick is a raging hard-on. And this is getting weirder considering that the other bodies here have flaccid dicks. Timothy got closer to the dick and he could see that it’s still throbbing but when Timothy reached in for his chest, there was no discernible heartbeat. Timothy grasped the shaft with both hands - it’s warm and the beating veins are no illusion.
This mystery is getting into Timothy’s brain and he thought the answer lies deeper into the warehouse. What should he do now?