Doug felt himself get pulled into the pizza boy's mouth. Ripped apart within it, he screamed a silent scream as he fell down into the stomach and felt himself begin to dissapate throughout the body...
And fell over onto his hands, gasping. Not his hands, he realised. The pizza boy's hands. He gasped in amazement as he stood up, feeling himself, realising the smooth skin under these perfect hands wasn't his. He bolted for the barthroom, ripping his shirt off as he skidded to a halt in front of the mirror and gaped at what he saw. His old 37-year-old body had been nothing to sneeze at, but this nearly two decade younger body was a work of art. He gingerly felt his handsome face, rustling the dirty blonde hair and taking in the shape, then moved down to feel the muscular pecs and the smooth perfect six-pac, sending fire racing through his body as he brushed sensitive skin during his explorations.
Feeling something lower down respond to his ministrations, he grinned as he fished out a snake from his pants. Admiring it for a moment as it came to length, he grasped it with two hands, relishing being able to do so and the sensations it provided, then began to pump on it as his youthful hormones began to exert themselves; gazing at himself in the mirror, he came with force all over his new image.
Left gasping, he cleaned up as best he could, then bounded out into the kitchen. His gaze fell on the Pizza still on the table, with seven slices still left, and then beyond, to Matthew standing just outside the window talking to Danny. They'd arrived. Picking up his device and slipping it into his back pocket, he moved forward purposefully...