"Hey, Chad, I see you're still changing. When you're done, I'm taking you bowling," said a male voice behind him.
Chad slowly turned. His body wasn't cooperating. He was stiff and hard all over, not to mention blue. As he slowly wobbled his statuelike body to see who had spoken, steam bagan to rise from his body. He managed to slowly say as he turned, "Yeerr. Nnnot taaaakin me unnywherrr. Hate goin boowwwlin."
The steam rising from his own body created a fog through which he could make out the speaker's silhouette, but he couldnt tell who it was. The silhouette seemed to grow bigger, as Chad watched through the fog. He could no longer move or speak. All the steam was coming from him, the guy wasn't growing, Chad was shrinking. His innards and limbs felt like they were twisting and roiling inside him. He felt the string fall from where he tied it to his cock and balls. They were too small now to keep the string in place.
"Huh? Oh, you're not going bowling Chad. I am, and like Coach Sinclair always admonished you, you are going to be the ball- the bowling ball in this case. "
A giant hand descended towards Chad. The index finger plunged into his mouth and down his throat, the middle finger went into his bowels, and the guy's massive thumb plunged down Chad's piss slit. Chad was in agony.
The giant pulled his hand out, wiggling his fingers, he said, "Dang, your holes are tight. I'll have to have them redrilled to fit my hand before tonight's tournament."
Then he picked the blue bowling ball up with both hands. From Chad's perspective he was looking away from his tormentor. He saw open bowling bag, and smelled the stinky bowling shoes inside before he was unceremoniously dropped in the bag, and it was zipped shut plunging Chad into stinky darkness. The bag was lifted, and Chad was carried away.