Gray clouds fill the skies. Everything is silent except for the slow whistle of the air and rustling pine leaves. But there's another noise in the air. It's the rhythmic beats of a bouncing ball.
JC peeked above the white picket fence to see Callum playing by himself. He's kicking a ball by their large yard, leaving a noticeable bald spot on the tree's trunk.
JC heard from his younger brother that they are having problems with their Internet since yesterday. Judging by the missing truck in their driveway, it seems that Callum's father went to their provider downtown. This would leave Callum alone in their house. His father is divorced, the mother left for some other man, and he has no siblings. Callum would often spend his time in JC's house, playing games with Holden. Since it's early in the morning, Callum probably thought that Holden isn't awake yet. When he saw JC's head poking out, Callum called him to ask.
"JC! Is Holden awake yet?" Callum asked.
"Sure," Just before he left, JC saw Holden go upstairs with a cereal bowl in hand. He's likely going to eat his breakfast in his room while playing video games.
There's a loose fence and that is where Callum usually squeezes in. As Callum's head poked out of the niche, JC touched him by both temples of his head. That small touch sent a microdose of the paralytic enzyme that sent him slouching on the grass. The enzyme inhibited his muscle from contracting, rendering him in temporary paralysis. Although, it seems that the paralyze didn't affect his breathing and the beat of his heart. Add to that the muscles of his face.
Callum looked around, confused as to why he lost all control of his limbs. He wanted to say something but there's this constricting feeling keeping his mouth shut. When he looked above, he saw JC pulling him inside their neighbor's shed. He locked the door behind him and then the unspeakable happened. JC pulled off his shorts!
Seeing Callum in this vulnerable state is a delight to see. Although, the paralytic enzyme also has an amnesiac property. Everything that is about to happen will feel like a distant dream. He could remember slivers it, but nothing more.
After the shorts, came the briefs. Like Holden, it's a surprise to see how have they've grown in the lower departments. As much as JC wants to muse at the sight, he knows the enzyme has a time limit. He could already feel the glands in his hands dry up. It'd take 24 hours before he could produce a decent dose again.
As such, JC propped Callum so that his ass faces him. Stomach down and ass up, Callum salivated Callum's cute perfect back. Sooner or later, that will be his. JC undressed his clothes which made him shiver from the chilly weather.
JC crouched and slid both his arms in. The inside is warm, wet, and tight. The insides underwent a grand renovation thanks to the enzyme JC produced. Now, there's only one large cavity that is a tight fit for a bigger person. Luckily, the enzyme also rendered the skin and internal organs stretchable and elastic. It is absurd, but now that he could see his arms elbow deep inside his neighbor's cute pink ass, JC assured himself that this is indeed a reality.
JC pulled himself deeper inside. He squirmed his head in the gaping space stretched by his arms and went face to face with the caverns beyond. It is not quite as dark as he thought it would be. There's light everywhere, noticeably originating from the light bulb of the shack. It's like a thin layer of tissue, with visible veins webbing the surface. Here in this cavern, JC felt like a newborn babe crawling inside someone's womb. And in this case, it's his neighbor's cavernous body. He found holes where his limbs should be, where his dick and balls are placed; even depressions where his flat ass could fit. As he outstretched his appendages in their rightful places, he felt the skin coil tighter than a gradual feeling of numbness and then the cold. The cold of the air and the dust of the floor. He could not see them at the moment but he knew he's touching the floor of the shed.
JC continued squeezing further until all that's left is the head. The spot for his head is the tightest of them all but he managed a tight fit. Once that was done, everything crackled and flashed. The free nerve endings of the walls of this cavernous inside are connected to JC. Then a flash. Nothing! Then the view of the shed. The racks towered over him. The lightbulb seem so far away even though he remembered it being within arm's reach. He knew he had changed. That assumption is made more concrete when JC saw his reflection in their old mirror by the shed. It's Callum staring back. There's a wonder in those blue eyes which are complemented by his agape pink lips. His auburn hair rustled in every movement. JC touched his flushed cheeks and adored how smooth they are. Like a baby's skin devoid of any blemishes.
Gone is the young adult wrecked by acne. Came in the youthful vigor that was Callum.