6

The die landed on the six side up for a third time now. Johnny cursed as the game board voice returned. "Having rolled three six's in a row you must now be punished. Return your pawn to start and then draw a Danger card. That Danger card will remain in effect for three full rounds."

Johnny didn't have to pick up the pawn, it moved itself back to the start space. He wondered what the hell this danger card was as his hand grabbed the top card from the pile that said Danger and brought the card to his face. "Urinal: At least it's better than being a full on toilet."

Johnny felt an instant heaviness overcome him and he was suddenly unable to breath. His body began to move on its own again, he was out of his seat in a second, and the next second he was standing against the far wall, back to it, feeling like he was being glued there. He could feel his legs growing inwards, becoming nothing and then his arms began to do the same. He was flooded with pain and he blacked out.

When Johnny came to again, he could hear and see and smell and feel but he could not move an inch of his new body. He instantly could tell what he was, the card had spelled it out, he was a literal, inanimate urinal now, installed onto the classroom wall. What was even worse though was that he could see his new master walking towards him, his field of vision directed at Master Tommy's groin.

He screamed at Master to stop but Master couldn't hear him. His master just continued on his business, pulling out his fat sausage wiener and letting a stream of yellow urine hit Johnny's marble white inner frame. Johnny could taste the acidic, salty, foul liquid the second it touch his mouth like body. He could feel and taste it as it ran down his inner wall and puddled at the bottom.

Luckily his master's stream of urine was short lived and master was putting his dick away. Instead of flushing him though, master walked back to his seat letting the rancid urine stay pooled in Johnny's bottom.

Steve picked up the die and rolled it.