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. You kinda wish you were out at the poolside right now, lounging back in your bun as the sun’s rays wash over you, people lying on top of you too, using you as a makeshift pool noodle… that would be great.
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. You begin to fill up with air as your organs start to vaporize. But it’s alright, you don’t feel any pain. Not while your nervous system is vanishing as well.
Your legs finally converge together into the mass, your feet beginning to swell and inflate into a cylindrical end while your balls begin to absorb and stretch into your growing mass. Your penis and toes following suit, altogether joining 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 begin to feel a pleasing coldness as your body heat dissipates as your skin turns rubbery and squeaky. Not that you could tell, your ears are gone along with your nose. One of your eyes has already closed and flattened into rubber, leaving only its other half and your mouth left; both of which are becoming really hard to keep open.
Your ass tickles a bit as the missing nozzle you were wondering about finally begins to harden and push out, air sucking in more and more as you become almost a perfect cylinder. Your mouth shuts for the last time, your lips pressing down hard against one another as they meld like clay to keep the air from ever leaving.
You’re so tired. You’re so cold. You’re so cozy. You’re so… full. Your eye shuts for the last time, and the only thing left in the changing room is a pool toy hot dog not too dissimilar than the original. Zoo management obviously wasn’t too pleased, I mean that’s like the fourth time something like that has happened Maybe they should just give the thing away if people are gonna keep leaving it lying around. They never quite put two and two together, obviously, and why would they? Even if it was plausible, 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. You long for the warmth of Summer and the feeling of the pool… you hope the day where you’re finally used comes soon.