Rodger had a boring Monday night planned. He showered and wearing only a towel he sat back down in his new
comfy bean bag chair. He raised his beer can and toasted, "To, Hulk, an okay guy, but an even better thing!"
Rodger tuned in the SyFy Channel and got into some cheesy show. His towel slipped a bit, and Hulk could taste
Rodger's skin. He really wanted Rodger inside him again. It was an obsession. Rodger didn't even realize the
chair was shifting of its own accord. Rodger dozed. The bean bag shifted and undulated like a blob creature
out of a movie. Rodger's towel was lost.
When Rodger woke, he was naked and sunken deep, face down into the bean bag chair with the sides riding up his
thighs and butt and his chin resting on the edge of the bag with his nose sticking over the edge so he could
breathe. He was sweaty, and feeling satisfied. Strangely, he didn't have his usual morning wood. He looked at
the clock and then at the chair.
Rodger said, "I'm sorry, Hulk, it's well past your human time, to make it up to you, I'll let you choose what
you want to be tonight."
The bean bag chair made a gassy sound as it shifted and morphed belatedly back into a human.
Hulk was embarrassed at what he had done last night, and relieved that Rodger seemed unaware of it. He spent
the whole day debating on what he should wish to be.
He was on Rodger's doorstep at 6:49 PM, and he looked nervous.