Matt was on a bus two days later.
He was going to Ben's place, for when would turn into a Condom.
He was already fairly close, but Matt was getting nervous.
The timer had already almost run out, he only had about 20 minutes left, when the bus suddenly stopped.
Matt looked outside and saw that the entire road was blocked.
He got up, got out of the bus and started running.
18 minutes later, Matt had almost arrived, only a few streets more, but he knew he wouldn't arrive in time.
He had to get off the street, he couldn't let anyone see him transform.
Matt saw a public toilet nearby and ran inside, looking around to make sure it's empty.
He looked through a few stalls, until he found what he was hoping to find, a Gloryhole.
There wasn't enough time to get to Ben, but he had to get used to turn back.
This was the best way he could think of, even though he didn't particularly like the aspect of being used by a stranger.
He sat down on the back of the toilet, only seconds before he could feel himself shrinking.
A moment later, there was nothing left but a Condom.
Luckily Matt only had to wait for about ten minutes before someone came into the stall.
The person that came in was a big, burly Trucker.
Matt felt like the man was almost twice his size.
The man was relieving his bladder, when he saw Matt and picked him up, holding him close to his face.
"Looks good to me. Guess some one left it here. Their loss i guess."
Matt thought the Trucker might use him to masturbate, but felt himself being stuffed into a back pocket.
The Trucker finished, washed his hands somewhat haphazardly, and left the restroom.
Matt didn't know what was happening, until he suddenly felt himself being squeezed flat and heard a loud rumbling.
The man had taken him, but didn't seem like he would use him anytime soon.
Worse still, the man was only passing by, there was no telling where Matt may end up.
Matt didn't know how much time passed.
He could only feel the heat of the Trucker and the rumbling of the engine.
There were times when the rumbling stopped, but the heat rarely left.
In the constant darkness, the heat became his only source of solace.
He began to crave it, fearing that he may never feel it again, everytime it left.
It came as a shock to Matt when he was taken out.
The light would have blinded him, if only he had eyes.
He still felt the warmth, but it felt different.
Matt realized that it came from the Truckers hand.
When the Trucker removed the packaging and slid Matt over his length, the boy turned Condom was in ecstasy.
He was wrapped around the warmth that he had come to rely on so much.
The man, only using the Condom to avoid making a mess, didn't take long to ejaculate.
He tied a quick knot in the Condom and threw it into a trashcan close to his Truck, never giving it as much as a second thought.
Matt, barely conscious of the world around him, barely registered himself turning back into his original self.
He lay there, greasy, sweaty and bloated with semen inside a public trashcan.
It was almost a full day later, when the trashcan was opened again.
The person that Matt saw looked familiar.
He could barely recognize that it was Ben.
He looked slightly older, had noticable bags under his eyes and looked like he was about to cry,
yet he seemed as if he had regained his Soul, the moment he laid his eyes on Matt.
"That God i found you Matt! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, so, so sorry..."
Ben's words drifted off as he hugged Matt, disregarding the filth and sweat he was covered in.
He hugged him as if he would lose his life the moment Matt left his grasp.
Matt felt the warmth of Ben's embrace and leaned into him.
He didn't know why, but even though it was a type of warmth, like the one he was used to, this warmth felt much safer.
It felt right.