I felt like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I hung my head down remembering the shop owner telling me, warning me not to mix the potion and lotion or....?
I sat down in my Lazyboy chair in the livingroom. Naked I sat there looking at my monster of joy begin to wiggle and soften. It deflated and pulled itself down to a puddle of light brown flesh. I looked at it for some time before it began to itch.
Itch it did as I found myself rubbing and scratching the soft puddle of flesh. I began to rub my hand together as they felt sticky and tingled. A thought that I might have some potion still on my hands sent me back to the bathroom for a wash.