The rest of the day was fortunately uneventful. Dylan managed to get
everything - everyone - whatever stowed in the equipment shed, and
locked up tight. He decided to keep the wand with him, and to go home
with his new tattoo and his new mannequin. He needed something for
all the trouble these guys were putting him through.
He grabbed a snack in the kitchen, and went straight to bed. He was
exhausted, and his new tattoo kept itching. It was almost like it was
crawling under his skin. At last he fell asleep.
Pro was going crazy. He might be two-dimensional now, but he still
had his insatiable hunger for protein. Permanently attached to Dylan,
Pro could think of only one place to get the protein. He began his
long laborious struggle to climb up Dylan's arm, then to go down his
chest, and finally.
Dylan woke up screaming. His cock was rock hard and felt like it was
on fire. It was itching like crazy. He ripped back his sheets to see
his tented basketball shorts. He watched as the cum stain on the
shorts grew and shrank and grew again. It was like something was
eating or absorbing his semen. He pulled down his shorts and was
horrified to see that his football uniform was tattooed to his cock
now, and it looked like the tiny football player was humping his cock.
the helmet complete obscured the top of his glans.
"Damn you, Pro!" he shouted angrily. He was glad he lived in the
apartment over the garage, so hopefully none of his family heard his
screams. He pulled the wand from under his pillow and in the heat of
the moment pointed it at inked figure dancing under his velvety penile
skin.