Well, duh, of course you’d rather lie on the bun. It actually kinda looks comfy for one thing, and you’d rather not lie bare-ass naked on the cold tile floor in a public dressing room.
You toss aside your shirt, shoes, socks, and pants and lie on the bun in your underwear to ‘test the waters’ so-to-speak. It actually isn’t as cold as you were worried it was going to be, you feel a pleasant warmth radiating from somewhere within the bun. Perhaps there’s some sort of heating pad inside, you figure.
Not one to disobey weird vague rules, you kick off your undies and lounge in the bun. For a minute you feel stupid for doing any of this at all, but eventually you kinda start getting into it. The bun kinda starts to feel kinda softer the longer you lie on it, which you certainly aren’t going to complain about. You breathe a sigh of relief, the gift shop wasn’t that busy today, surely you could get away with a small nap in here. You feel too comfy to get up now, but you feel like it would be worth buying and taking home at this point. Hell, you prefer this to your actual bed!
You reach out for your phone and set a timer for about 30 minutes. The alarm is annoying enough that it should wake you up on the off chance you fall asleep, or hell it’ll at the very least get you to stand up so you can turn it off. You relax with your hands behind your head and bask in the cozy warmth…
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You awaken on your own later. You must’ve been out for less time than you expected. You go to reach for it on the floor, but your arms are extremely sluggish now. You probably slept on them for too long. Unable to reach without rolling off the bun, you give up and go back to lying down. God, it’s so comfortable. The bun kinda seems to be softer and warmer the longer you lie on it, body weight and heat and all that. You can also kinda smell a pleasant scent in the air that seems to be coming from all around you, though you can’t quite place where.
What you don’t realize is that the smell is coming from the bun. The now-bready texture does not even register in your mind as you become lost in the warmth coming from within you. No, not the bun. You. You kinda feel ticklish all over and squirm in place as your body hairs begin to recede back into your body. Your hands no longer lie underneath your balding head, you instead rest them on the sides of the bun, soaking up every last bit of heat. You still feel so sleepy, you just wanna sleep on this bun forever and ever…
Your hands move across your smooth body, every brush against your skin feeling akin to orgasmic delight as your skin begins to turn pink. Every single inch of flesh begins to change shade as your legs start to become harder to move apart. Like tiny little shocks, the skin begins to stitch together and your legs gradually start to become one. Your arms, on the other hand, are beginning to shrink a bit. Although you don’t notice it as you rub yourself all over, the insides of your arm begin to draw back into your body, pulling all of your mass into your now slightly-protruding torso. Your organs and bones thicken, sticking together and joining together into mere sausage meat. Your body fluids start to become oily and greasy, slowly turning to brine.
Your legs finally converge together into the mass, your feet and your balls melded into the meat. Your toes and your penis tingle as they join your arms in shrinking down into your expanding body, your neck beginning to widen and join together your head and chest as one. Everything puffs bigger, and you feel even warmer than before as a pleasant scent begins to waft from your body. Not that you could tell, your nose is gone along with your ears. One of your eyes has already closed and merged into meat, leaving only its other half and your mouth left; both of which are becoming really hard to keep open.
You feel your throat closing up, the top and bottom of the inside of your mouth joining together to form an exposed wall of meat. Your mouth shuts for the last time, your lips pressing down hard against one another as they meld like clay.
You’re so tired. You’re so warm. You’re so cozy. You’re so… tasty. Your eye shuts for the last time, and the only thing left in the changing room is a hot dog. Zoo management figured that someone just left their phone and food behind when they went in there. A bit odd how the door was locked from the inside, though, which was pretty damn annoying to unlock. The zoo never did have an explanation for the hot dog costume you found that did this to you, but they had no reason to really give one. They never had any hot dog costume, and the wiener that you tossed off also seemed to disappear without a trace along with your clothes. Not that anybody other than you knew those things, but you’re too busy sleeping in mindless relaxation to think about any of that. In fact, you’re not in much of a position to think at all.