“YOU HAVE BEEN MATCHED WITH RYAN,” read the computer screen.
“REQUESTED FORM - CHEWING GUM”
A separate window popped up as a rush of warmth ran to Matt’s face.
“‘There’s something about knowing that I’ve got a mate in my mouth that just does something to me ;)’ - RYAN”
Matt absentmindedly stroked his cock as he read, pushing himself away from his computer. The warmth was growing in his body, almost like an orgasm. It was mixed with a growing sensation… an indescribable feeling of freshness. Matt pulled his tank top off, collapsing on his bed wearing only his underwear.
Without realizing it, Matt pulled his legs up, wrapping his arms around his legs as they pressed against his chest. He gripped as tight as he could, compressing himself. He gasped out loud as he started to compress himself further, his legs and arms making crunching sounds as they began to flatten against his torso. Skin, bones and muscle were squishing together, and as they did, they were turning a greenish hue. His feet happily twitched as they merged together, flattening up against his ass and wrapping protectively around it. His hands merged together, then into his arms and his legs. Matt stared in wonder and shock at his nearly 2-dimensional arms and legs pleasantly pressed against his torso. His flattened arms rubbed against his left nipple.
Matt gasped with pleasure as his torso and head began to squish and compress, the green color growing from his flattened appendages and spreading across his body. He felt his asshole expand into itself and seal, his penis and testicles stretching outward until they were indistinguishable from his stretching and merging body.
He groaned again as his body spasmed, the dirty cum-stained sheets shooting out from under and around him as he shrunk. He stared up in awe as the waistband of his briefs drew over his head, covering him. Matt let out a moan as his body began to contort itself into a rectangular shape, with a diameter of only a fraction of an inch. The completely flattened arms and legs began to sink into the torso, becoming indistinguishable. Matt stared upwards at the diminishing light from the waistband opening, his eyes glazing over, hair flattening against his crunching skull, nose and mouth pulling into the green texture. Pleasure coursed through Matt’s changed body, as flesh mushed into elastic flavouring. Indents, in the shape of small waves, opened uncontrollably on his surface as if they were gasping for one last breath of oxygen.
The stick of chewing gum laid in the sweaty briefs; these were now shrinking themselves, turning to shiny foil paper, wrapping protectively against the stick as the manufactured spearmint freshness overtook the stick’s naturally salty, masculine odour and taste. The stick was wrapped in darkness, until it felt the warmth and security of a resting against a body much warmer and larger than its own. Large fingers were tearing at its wrapping, freeing it from the safety of its packaging.
Calloused fingers gripped its ridges, as it flew through the air towards a grinning, stubble-covered mouth. The gaping maw opened, and the stick could feel the warmth coming from within, the smell of its breath. Now the stick was resting on a moist tounge, the being’s saliva lubricating it, soaking into it. Hard, firm teeth suddenly crushed into its former torso, but it felt no pain. Its body naturally conformed itself to its new reality, and as the teeth came down on it again and again, it felt only pleasure at being used. The saliva soaked into its rubbery form, freeing it from the prison of its shape. It released its spearmint flavour with every bite, flavouring its surroundings and giving its owner all it had of itself. It was rolled by the warm, sticky wet tounge, crushed by the rows of molars, squished into endless new shapes upon itself. It was bliss.