“CONGRATULATIONS!” Read the window. “YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH - SETH.”
Seth? Thought Matt.
Suddenly, Matt felt a strange shudder run through his body. He looked around him, and saw his bedroom twitch and fade out of existence, replaced by a public men’s washroom. An attractive man was standing at the sink, washing his hands. The man turned around. Matt was sweating all over, it felt so warm in the washroom. The sweat felt cool against his skin.
“Hey dude.” Said the man. “I’m Seth.”
Seth reached out to shake Matt’s hand. Matt placed his hand forward, acting on autopilot. A squish sounded as the two hands made contact.
“Oh man,” said Seth. “Looks like you’ve already started.” He placed his hands to his lips, his tounge licking his fingers. “Lubricant,” he said with a devious smile.
Matt had no time to think, as he saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hair was gone, the last of it gently pulling into his goopy scalp. All of a sudden, the room shot out from underneath him, expanding in all directions as Matt began to shrink. A crunching sound filled the air as his fingers, toes, then hands and feet, and then arms and legs began to condense upwards towards his torso. Matt gasped as his perspective of Seth changed, now staring up at the man.
Matt settled on the tiled floor, now staring up in awe at the giant man in front of him. Matt groaned as his asshole literally puckered, growing and stretching into a perfect thick rubber circle. As his stumps finished condensing into his torso, a sickening scrunching sound filled the air as Matt’s head and torso literally deflated, his insides vanishing and crunching into nothing. His body flipped over onto the tile, sitting for a moment as it began to turn translucent starting from the rubberizing asshole up.
Matt stared up, a bubble of plastic forming from inside his gasping mouth as his body became nothing more than his impossibly thin outer layer. The bubble stretched up, forming a comfortable bump. His head was now completely deflated against the tile floor, eyes and ears melting into the thin plastic. Matt was completely unprepared for what happened next, as his asshole began to twist in on itself, pulling first his lower and then upper torso in onto itself and wrapping it tightly. His head was pulled into this vortex of his own lubricated body, his bubble stretched against the circumference as a flattened, wrapped rolled condom laid on the floor.
Large, masculine fingers grabbed onto the condom and lifted it off the ground and through the air. Matt’s bubble (he could strangely still see) faced the grinning, stubbly face of Seth.
“You’re coming with me,” the giant Seth boomed.
The condom moved through the air again, and was stuffed into a dark place - Seth’s pocket - where the air of polyester and the faint smell of Seth’s sweat filled Matt’s senses. He could feel himself lubricating, oozing with expectation at what Seth would do with him.