As the beam engulfs you, you feel your eyes glaze over and mouth hang open letting spit fall on your belly.
Everything you learned, at your job, college, high school, slowly starts to fade away. Everything goes away until all you're left with is the literary and math ability of a six year old. You try to remember what you just lost, but thinking becomes harder, slower. Like running through mud. You scrunch your face to concentrate and accidentally let out a huge fart. You laugh like a buffoon, cause farts are funny. They feel good too and stink real nice. You like to stink. You whiff your pit and feel a hard on grow in your grimy whities. You grin as you rub it, moaning.
You quickly fill up your whities with a snort, and new memories flood in. You're Tommy's son, who learned the art of being a slob from a master. You could fart on command by the age of six. You dropped out of school by fifth grade, it was too hard for ya. Tommy, well Dad, got you a job at a mechanic. You always came home nice and dirty. All the guys at work loved your farts and enormous appetite. You go by Pig at work anyway. You and Dad have gotten real close over the past year, making out and getting off whenever you can. You love being his dumb slob of a son.
Finally, the beam subsides. You look around at Tommy, Dad, with glazed eyes. With a grin on your face, you cross your eyes, lift your leg, and rip a massive fart. You grunt until it's all over.
"Fuck, Dad. That felt real good. My head feels kinda big."
"You're just a dumbass, boy. You'll get used to it."
"Fuck, Dad."
"Can you even spell fuck, boy."
"Yeah. F-U-K."
Tommy laughs at ya.
"Naw, boy. It's got two K's."
"Who cares about fuckin spelling? I'm hungry."
"Give your daddy a kiss boy, and we'll get some lunch."
You happily waddle over to Dad, and devour his throat. The bad breath tastes real good, and he burps in your mouth. You burp right back. He gropes your ass and you fart right into his hands, and he moans. You feel you and your dad get hard in your whities, so you grind together while kissing and burping and farting. Suddenly you both fill your whities with fresh spunk, snorting and grunting. You grin at each other.
"Fuck boy. Nothing like filling your whities with a load."
"Fuck yeah dad. That hit the FRRRTTTT spot."
You kiss your dad again and rip another fart. You instantly shoot another big load into your whities with a snort. Tommy laughs.
"Young dumb and full of cum. Atta boy. Now let's get some lunch."
Before you leave the bedroom, Tommy pins ya down with a big fart in your face. You laugh like an idiot and follow him into the kitchen. Slowly the Slob-ifier dematerializes out of the bedroom back to your friend...