>The Bachelor Party

>”Guys, I said no strippers,” Jeff laughed as his friends tied him to the table. “If Mary found out she’d…”
His voice and his laughter trailed off as his best man brought into a room not a stripper, but a can of pink spray paint. As they coated his body with it, he felt his skin thicken into gaudy, pink plastic and his flesh melt away. In no time at all, he had become a love doll tied to the table in the back room of some seedy club.


It is a bachelor party, he reasoned, as his drunken friends shoved a funnel into his puckered mouth and began to drag a keg of beer over. This sort of stuff is supposed to happen.
The beer began to flow into the funnel; the room swam around his head as his body swelled with alcohol.
I just hope one of them is sober enough in the morning to remember to change me back.

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2 Responses to >The Bachelor Party

  1. Candi Came says:

    Mmm I absolutely love this, it’s a scenario i would definitely want to be in. Although I do wonder why they feed beer to a blow up doll unless it can still get drunk, but a doll that can still get drunk is a neat idea. Though he’d better not get too drunk or else even he will forget that he needs to be changed back.

    • Guyote says:

      Maybe not a situation you want to get into with these guys. They do tend to get a little carried away when they’ve had a few to drink, and who knows what they’ll do to you when they’ve got you lying there, bloated to bursting with booze, sloshing about like a water bed. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      Also I cant believe somebody still reads this blog. ๐Ÿ˜›

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