Chad liberally sprayed the musky body spray everywhere. It reminded him a bit of the way the bearskin rug smelled at the ski lodge last year. He smiled. He scored with six different ladies on that bearskin in front of the fireplace.
Chad's skin tingles intensely as he jogged to the field house wearing only shorts, t-shirt and shoes. He blinked as he entered the darkened field house. There was a patch of light from a spotlight at the far end. He ran over, and giggled. His secret admirer had borrowed a backdrop from the drama department. There was a lot cabin wall with a stone fireplace and a window showing an outside snow scene. They even had borrowed a wood floor which lay on top of the clay dirt floor and set it in front of the fake fire. There was a water bottle with a black now and a card that said "Stay hydrated. Drink all of me."
"" Well, I am thirsty, " Chad said as he opened and drank the contents of the bottle. He caught a glimpse of himself in the prop floor mirror next to the fake fire. "Oops, nothing but body spray." He quickly stripped and set his shorts, shirt and shoes on the end table next to the rocker. He looked at the tableau, all it needed was a bear skin rug.
Chad's stomach made a loud gurgling sound. He suddenly felt bloated. He walked in front of the mirror his entire torso was swollen. He belched, and watched as his torso split open from his chin to between his thighs directing his cock and balls. He exploded in. He was empty inside. He fell forward. He could see.himself in the mirror. The tableau was complete. He was the rug in front of the fire. He couldn't move or speak, or even blink. He could only lie there on the floor and wait.