The Speeding Ticket

Taylor had just turned 17, and his parents had bought him a 2003 Chevy Cavalier. He decided to go over to his friend Dillon's house to show off is new car. After he was at Dillon's the two closely examined the car, and retreated inside. After a few drinks, and games of guitar hero, Dillon saw that he was 15 minutes pass his curfew! "Shit Dillon! Why didn't you tell me what time it was??

Taylor raced out to his car, backed out of Dillon's drive way and was speeding home. It wasn't five minutes before Taylor saw the flashing lights of the Policeman in his rearview mirror. "Shit" he thought, Mom and Dad are really going to kill me now. He rolled his window down, as the officer approached the car.

"License and registration?" asked the officer. As Taylor reached into his glove compartment, he started shaking and sobbing. The police officer responded, "You get what you ask for kid." The officer asked, "how would you like to not worry about the curfew, ticket, or angry parents?"

"Uh, that would be great", Taylor replied. Here, blow into this, the officer replied. Taylor put his mouth on what he thought was a blood alcohol tester, only for it to blow a puff of awful smelling gas down his throat. It tasted and smelled like really bad body odor. "Have a good night" said the police officer, as he got in his car and drove into the woods.

Taylor went home, and snuck up to his room so as not to wake his parents. The whole experiance had shaken him up, but he felt very aroused as well. Maybe this had heightened his sex appeal. Taylor got down to his boxers and started to play with himself. He started to sweat from the pleasure, but it stank, so he lifted his arm to smell, and something was off. His previously thin arm had grown. He looked down to see a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach.

This cant be right. As soon as he pulled the boxers off, a rush of hormones filled his boxers, as he started to moan. His shoulders widened, his arms and chest swelled, and the light dusting of hair became thicker. He even started to grow hair on his face. Incredible, he thought. He became even sweatier at the thought, and the smell became stronger than before.

He stood up, something was off, Taylor had originally stood around 6' tall. He felt shorter. He took out a measuring tape that read 5'8! Oh no! Taylor thought as he ran to put on a pair of briefs. As soon as he did, he felt that surge of hormonal energy again, as he grabbed himself, he felt his dick shrink shorter, and plump to a short fat stumpy thing. Then a horrible gut feeling came apon him, and as it did, his muscles started to swell, but he also felt his abs disapear. More body hair shot up from his dick to the base of his neck and face, and it quicky spread across his chest.

This must be a dream, thought Taylor. He decided to block the terrifying events from his mind, and get some sleep. The next morning, however, he awoke to see more change. Not only had his face and body become hairier, he had gained a gut and love handles. His whole body had become softer, and as he reached his back, he felt coarse hairs growing out of his shoulder blades! This was no nightmare! Taylor screamed out of terror as he felt his body, still surging with hormones.

As his parents knocked on the door, Taylor frantically went to put on the first thing he saw strewn on the floor to try to cover up what had happened. The first thing he found was an old pair of football pants he wore in the eighth grade. As soon as he forced them on, an incredible sensation of lustful pleasure overcame him like none he had ever come across. The sensation was too strong to be resisted. As this happened the sweet, salty smell of body odor enveloped his body, as his gut, chest and but started to swell and jut outwards. As he moaned in pleasure, his mother screamed when she opened the door. Before her stood a mid 30's fat sloppy smelly man. Gone was her young slim 17 year old boy. Taylor quickly jumped out of the window in humiliation.

I see Taylor every now and then. He is a manager at my local grocery store. His short stocky frame is always pressing tight against his polo shirt uniform. A tuft of chest hair poking thru the top part of his shirt. I don't dare get too close tho, the guy always smells like he needs a shower.

Taylor was a speeder, not only on the road, but he sped thru his youth into middle age mediocrity.

The End.

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