Rick felt very, very satisfied, as he stood in the sun smiling. He finally owned Chad, and had eliminated the only witness. He totally was feeling on top of the world. The morning sun was warm. He looked around. He'd heard Rico lived alone in the family trailer. Folks were dead, in jail or out of the picture. He peeled off his shirt. And shucked off his boots and jeans. Then lay down on the grass to bask in the hot sun. Maybe he should have left Chad a hammock for an hour or two longer? Nah, he didn't want to end up a banana like Rico.
Rick dosed in the sun. He thought about how great he was feeling, and joked to himself, "with Chad and Rico out of the running, I guess I'm top banana now." Ri
The smell of ripe bananas woke him. Rick was feeling exceptionally horny. He felt he could bed any man or woman that he wanted now. He was a super stud. He was top banana.
He stretched. His skin felt stiff and rubbery. Rick immediately panicked, and sat up. He had been assured that Chad would not be contagious, after the nanobots were engaged by the app on his phone. His skin wasn't black or oozing black, but he looked jaundiced, no his skin was banana yellow, and all his body hair was gone. Damn, Rico must've been contagious. He stood. His underwear was tented. He opened the waistband to see if he still had pubes. He didn't. He now had a big banana and two small bananas under it where his cock and balls had been. He needed help.
Rick grabbed his phone. Took a few selfies, then carefully dressed. He knew bananas bruised easily.
He looked at his phone, then at his bike. Go for help or phone for help? Maybe there was an answer online? Maybe being a Banana Man wouldn't be so bad. Bruno was always ready for sex, and damn Rick had never been hornier. Most girls wanted ans expected foreplay, but Bruno might not? He had Bruno's number in his phone.