Soon after Jeff was placed in his bed, still naked, and was fast asleep, exhaust from not being able to sleep in weeks. Unbeknownst to him, his parents had decided to give him more time to rest peacefully. They would trap him in his dreams, unable to wake up without them allowing it, but make sure that he wouldnīt get any nightmares. So, with a few clicks, Jeff turned into a statue yet again, but this time he was neither desperate or horny, nor was he aware of anything around him.
While they were at it, his parents also returned the normal awareness back to the two boys in their frond garden. So, it was around an hour after being turned into garden gnomes, that slowly both Ben and Derrick returned to their normal mindset again.
Ben, as the white garden gnome on top of a mushroom, hands touching a little of his enormous cock, naked beside a purple hat on his ever-arrogant looking grin, framed by a long, white beard, was horrified. If he could, he would be bright red in embarrassment right now. He hated attention, but was now forced to it, raised above the other gnome. He was naked, something he disliked even when alone, and that on top of being on display for everyone to see. Oh, he would die of embarrassment if he could.
Then there was this horniness and desperation to pee, never be relieved by the continuing stream of water leaving his over-sized cock. It felt like his bladder would burst, and his balls, while not visible under his cock, churned with his cum.
Derrick wasnīt that much better. The black-skinned garden gnome knelt before the mushroom, hands also touching his own, over-sized cock, face in an ever-eager waiting position. His red hat, clinging to his head, nearly falling off if not fixed on it, his mouth wide open, surrounded by his new, grey beard. Like Ben, he would be bright red if he could right now, embarrassed by both his position and his facial expression. While he had no problem with attention like Ben, being naked in such a degrading position, eagerly drinking from another oneīs cock was too much.
Derrick, too, felt horny and desperate. But not only was there no relieve to his bursting bladder by the stream leaving his over-sized cock, there was also the added water he drunk the whole time. He could taste it, and while it was normal water, to him, it tasted like the piss it resembled to be.
Benīs thoughts were mostly about his embarrassment, pleading for this humiliation to end soon, while also pitying Derrick for his position. If they changed back like that original garden gnome, would he shoot his load and his piss down Derrickīs throat without any control?
Derrickīs thoughts, while also partly about being embarrassed like this, were also wondering if he would like it too suck on Benīs cock if he could right now. He knew he was gay, and, while Ben was not, he asked himself if Ben would like it to be sucked right now.
There they both stood, no way to move, no way to scream for help and no way to feel any relieve. Both trapped for whatever time they would remain a pair of simple garden gnomes in this front garden. Ben, to stare at the street and over Derrickīs eager face, while Derrick mostly only saw the sky, a bit of the roof, and Benīs arrogant face.
When an hour passed, something changed. Both felt a little release, as for a minute it felt like it was their balls releasing instead of their bladders. Derrick tasted Benīs cum for that time, too. After that minute, it all returned back to them, their balls filled again in seconds. It was torture.
And that repeated every hour for a minute.