Chad lay there slowly swelling, and reshaping. By the time he heard footsteps approaching, Chad on the tarp vaguely resembled a giant gingerbread man cookie lying on the tarp. He could feel his hands and feet trying to form, but his fingers and toes remained fused together. He could sense his cock and balls, but they were little more than a sketch drawn on his dough body. Eight to ten hours more of this? Rehydration was hell. He ached all over.
It was an hour or so since Rico had gone to answer Bruno's call for help.
"Chad, you'll never guess what happened to Bruno," Rico said carrying in a big cardboard box.
"Whhhuuuuht?" Chad asked in a whisper as his flattened lungs slowly fueled his words.
"I'll show you," Todd replied.
He set the big box down on the concrete near Chad. Then he bent down, reached in, and lifted out...