Elder Wyatt had ridden his bike in a state of silent panic. When he moved his legs, he had become increasingly uncomfortable his chest and his junk felt weird. He'd felt through his clothes and it was like something was sitting right in his bellybutton. Other things were other places but he couldn't check them without being inappropriate.
With every move of his body, he felt uncomfortable pinching and pulling. He'd wanted to get into the bathroom first but Elder Aaron had moved like a man possessed.
So instead, Wyatt waited until the other man got out of the bathroom, trying not to move and feel the undesired sensations. Arron had taken longer than he expected to get out of the bathroom. Wyatt had sat there counting the seconds and staring blankly at the book.
Finally after what had felt like ages, Aaron had shut off the water and rushed out of the bathroom, flopping on his twin bed and looking at the wall.
Wyatt stood up slowly, feeling the foreign pressure and pulling on the different parts of his body. He walked to the bathroom and shut the door slowing and locked it. Then, with a flurry of activity, Wyatt stripped down to nothing.
Wyatt reached up and wiped the mirror that Elder Aaron had fogged up and then recoiled. His torso, upper arms, and upper legs were a tapestry of color. There were bright floral scenes, swirling shapes, more than a few portraits. Wyatt was surprised to see Elder Aaron's face inked in the middle of his right thigh. Across his chest were the words in black cursive, "'My Body is a Temple' (1 Cor 6:19-20)"
Wyatt gasped and turned around, craning his neck to stare at his back. On the left cheek of his ass were the words, "Your name here:" and even more unsettling on his right cheek were the words, "Body count: "and below, the only blank space from his shoulders to just above his knees.
Gasping and turning to face forward, he noticed the piercings. His nipples, his bellybutton, his cock, even his scrotum had a silver ring in it. Wyatt didn't touch any of them. He just stared in the mirror and began to sob.
He cried into his hands, trying to stifle the noise of his crying. After a few minutes, he sniffled, wiping the snot bubbling out of his nose with his hand.
He realized he had to pee. Moving in front of the bowl of the toilet, Wyatt grasped his now colorful endowment feeling the weight of the ring piercing the bottom of the head as he released his bladder.
Instead of his usual experience of urination, Wyatt found that his new accessory caused his stream to spray at odd angles. Some even dribbling on the floor.
Wyatt finished pissing and cleaned up the mess. Then, without showering, he got back into his garments and put on his pjs.
He went to bed as silently as he could. Trying to ignore the muffled sounds of Elder Aaron crying himself to sleep.