"Like my piercings, Chad?" Kyle asked in what he hoped was a
conversational tone in spite of his panting.
"Uh, uh, uh, I-I-I don-n-n't c-c-c-are about your frigging piercings.
Puh-uhlease just st-top!" Chad shrieked.
"Ah, but you should care. This nipple ring used to be a bully at my
old school named Ted. This stud used to be a real stud called Steve,
and that guy was almost a bigger jerk than you. These two - well, they
were twins Bob and Bill, and this one on my belly button is Damian.
Since you've got your eyes closed while you're enjoying your ride, you
probably haven't noticed that your skin has become all shimmery and
silvery. Actually, it's chrome."
"What?" asked Chad opening his eyes while still moving up and down on
Kyle's manhood. His body was indeed shiny silver. "Oh, fuck you're
turning me into that gay comic book guy Silver Surfer."
"You should be so lucky. Chad, I can't believe the way you're riding
my cock. All my other piercings managed to pull free, but you pull out
part way and then slide back down. You must really love my cock. I
think I'll make you my Prince Albert."
"Listen fairy boy, I'm nobody's prince. Uh, wait - Prince Albert? Oh,
fuck you mean a P.A.?" Chad's mouth locked in A form as his body
shrank and twisted and reshaped.
Kyle yelped and jumped backwards. "Yeow! I should've made you a
smaller gauge - that hurt!" He applied some cortical steroid
ointment. Then he paused to admire his newest piercing in the mirror.
The little screaming ball on the end of his cock piercing still looked
just like Chad.
Kyle cleaned up his blood and cum. He dressed. He collected Chad's
gear, and headed home to change into his clubwear. He was looking
forward to trying Chad out tonight.