Kyle suddenly felt an odd sensation, like he had fallen forward, except he never hit the ground. In fact, he sort of felt like he was the right way-round again—he no longer had the weight of his legs coming from his shoulders, and he felt like he was standing on his feet again, and not his butt. But then why did he feel like he was lying down?
He tried moving his hands, and when his vision shifted, saw that he was still looking out of the palms of his hands, so no change there.
Turning his hands around to look at himself, he could see why he felt upended again. Where he felt his torso should have been, there was now a coiled shell of about the same size. He felt he was standing upright again, but instead of legs beneath the shell, there was simply one large lump of his body, which he now felt contained the rest of himself, with his ass and junk near the back, and his arms growing out from where he felt his head was at the front. In all respects, he looked like a giant human-like snail.
“What the hell!” Kyle said, relieved to learn that his mouth was indeed once again where he believed his head to be, and no longer surrounded by pubic hair. “This is crazy! You’ve turned me into big fucking snail! What the hell am I supposed to do like this? I can’t even move!” he said, waving his eye-hands around angrily at Trevor.
“Sure you can!” said Trevor, not even bothering to hide the glee in his voice. “Just you move like a snail, now! Have a look at yourself: it’s not like I’m going to change you into a gross, wrinkly, slimy slug who couldn’t move, or something. We’re supposed to be having fun, after all!”
Resentfully, Kyle pushed himself over onto his side, and bent his arms around to look at his underside. Trevor was right: he wasn’t wrinkled or slimy; he just had the foot of a snail. And, by moving his new muscles, he was able to manipulate his new foot into a slow movement forward.
“Weird...” said Josh, padding over to Kyle on his four legs. “What’s it feel like?”
“Actually, a thousand times better than having my mouth in my armpit, my dick on my face, and my feet hanging around my nose,” said Kyle.
Josh laughed. “Alright, come on then, Kyle,” he said, nudging Kyle’s side with his front foot. “It’s your turn to deal the straws out, and it must be Trevor’s turn for a change, now.”
Kyle closed an eye and took the three straws in hand, offering them to Trevor and Josh.