Tom opened the front door and hesitantly stept out. He looked around, Athena was just coming home. She looked like she had a lot on her mind. Tom could understand, she was going to transform soon as well. Who knows what she would end up looking like. He didn''t want to admit it, but deep inside he was hoping she would transform into something completely oppossite to what she now was. Like what had happened to him.
He left the door open and started his slow journey to the busstop. He greeted Athena when their paths crossed, she absentmindedly greeted him back and went inside.
Tom soldiered on. He hated walking long stretches. Each and every step he took he felt his entire body jiggle, reminding him what he looked like. The busstop wasn't even that far from their house, but he was already breathing faster. "Damnit, I regret it already."
Young untransformed girls were walking towards him from the direction of the busstop. They were giggling and chattering, pointing at the occasional freak as they passed them. Tom sighed as he waddled past and heard the girls whispers. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but it made him even more concious of how he looked. He tried to pick up the pace, but he couldn''t keep it up for long.
Finally he arrived at the busstop. He could feel the sweat on his neckrolls as he waddled to the bench to wait for the bus. He large ass wide hips completely covered the tiny bench.
He wasn't alone at the busstop. There was a headless and pantsless man standing there. His eyes were near his crotch. Nestled between them was a dick, behind it Tom thought he spotted labia instead of balls. The man was staring across the street, tapping his foot impatiently.
The man stopped tapping and Tom was certain he'd heard a gurgle coming from between his legs as he took up position near the sidewalk. Tom hefted himself off the bench, the bus was approaching. He blinked, there was something strange with the bus. As it pulled up, he finally saw. The entire bus was made out of flesh. Large nipples adorned the hubcaps. The windows were replaced with transparent membranes. Hands stuck out of the side near the driversseat and were holding mirrors.
The doors slid open with a strange wet sound. The busdriver was a man, but he had been merged with his bus from the waist down. Tom couldn't believe what he was seeing. How and where did this man sleep?
After the other man had boarded Tom stepped into the bus. He saw the busdriver wince as his massive came to rest on the man's "body".
He surveyed the bus, he wasn't going to fit in most seats. He waddled to the back of the bus, his wide hips rubbing against the sears. The back of the bus had 5 seats next to eachother. Tom took this seat, but not before noticing the bus was leaking something as it drove off.
