Rebecca Slugs James

"Do you have any idea just how disgusting your behavior was, James? You can't sleep with a girl and then dump her in the morning. From now on, everyone is going to know just how gross you are."

James didn't think he had behaved poorly, let alone disgustingly. He waited a few days, and he was clear that it wasn't about the sex, but about personality issues. He hoped that Rebecca wasn't crazy enough to make up stories in order to make him look 'gross.'

Moments later, James felt a change, and started wishing that all Rebecca had done was make up stories about him. Somehow, she had transformed his body. From the waist down, he looked like a giant slug! He was still seated, but his oozing tail curved up behind his back, over the back of the chair. He could feel the sticky slime on his back. Hell, he could smell the slime. It actually smelled strangely familiar. What was it?

"No one is going to want to sleep with you now, James. You're just a slug who constantly oozes semen. I don't even think that's anyone's fetish, although who knows, you might get lucky someday? Enjoy living your new life in the slow lane."