Jeff lay there hard and filled with wriggling maggots. He was ready to pass, but the Chronivac had other
ideas.
The mass of decaying human fecal matter began to grow and shift. It formed a generally humanoid form, but Jeff
was no longer recognizable in his current state. The reference points were gone, and so his new form bore
only a vague resemblance to his former self. He was like Swamp Thing, he thought. Except instead of bring a
plant man, he was a shit-man. He needed nourishment. He sniffed, and headed toward a nearby pasture. He
stepped in a cow pattie and it was absorbed into his body. He felt stronger. He stepped in another cow
pattie. He stared at one in front of him. Then he reached down and holding it in his hands like a burger. He
opened his mouth. Part of his old self screamed no, but his new self was too hungry, and he took a big bite.
Amazingly after grazing for a hour or two, Jeff found he could manipulate his body. He stared at his
reflection in a broken mirror dumped by the side of a disused barn. He concentrated, and his body began to
look more like his former self. It took a while, but he managed to get the skin color right and to reshape
his body to include clothing. He then headed for his house.
Passersby turned to glance at the foul smelling young man. One even commented, "Did you get McFlyed?"
He replied, "Huh?"
The guy answered, "You smell like a manure truck fell on you!"
"Oh, right Back to the Future. Yeah, yeah, that's what happened to me!"
Jeff had to get to the Chronivac. He could feel his body deteriorating, he was reverting to his shit man
state. He saw some dog poop lying on the sidewalk and stepped on it. It was gone, and his shape shimmered
back into his human appearance. There were a couple dozen piles of dog waste that he absorbed on his way
home. Finally, he was there. But he didn't have a key. There was the mail slot in the door. He looked around
to make sure the street was clear. Then he started to ooze his Newtonian liquid body through the mail slot
and into his house.
"Ew! What's that smell?" asked his sister from the other room.
He had to act fast. He was a heaping pile of shit, and he needed to be human to climb the stairs. He
concentrated really hard. His form began to rise out of the mound leaning against the inside of his front
door.