Rolf

As it went spinning in the air, the Boomerang spiraled down like a staircase. Eventually it hit the top of a shed and slid down the roof. It slid and slid until finally friction made it stop with half on the roof and the other hanging. The shed in question was a sturdy piece of work in the biggest farm in the cul de sac. That is, it was the only farm in the cul de sac. Small compared to a real one, the land was the size of a house. And on this land, was a tall foreign man by the name of Rolf.

Where he came from, no one knows. Guesses had been made, but it was always referred to as the old country. The cul de sac kids could only go off of his appearance. His feet were bigger than any in the neighborhood and often used his red shoes as weapons when fists weren't enough. His jeans were ragged and dirty from yard work and so was his yellow and red stripped shirt. Blue hair with big bangs stood over his head, which only raised more questions. His eyes were closer together than any other person was seen with and a head shaped like a wine glass. Both appearance and words never helped their questions.

The son of a Shepard was working the land of his parents. Using a literal live goat to till the land for fresh seeds and fertilizers, Rolf pulled hard into the land and toiled over it. Sweat dripped down upon the ground like a water bottle. The sun boiled everything underneath it. His shirt was no where to be seen as he reached the end of his hoe trenching. Pulling the goat to the side, he looked upon the rows of dirt and smiled.

Rolf walked to the shed and hung up his goat with the rack of tools; where he knew he wouldn't move an inch. Next came hauling the oversized bag of seed out the small door of the shed. One might even wonder how the hell it even got in there in the first place. No matter, as he picked up the bag with his farmers hands and began pulling it out of the shed. The door's borders prevented it from escaping and walls themselves bent against Rolf's **** as he hauled it through. The walls bent further and further as he cursed the bag.

"Come on you cursed bag of shriveled produce droppings!" He screamed and the bag finally gave way.

The oversized sac pushed him across the field and he rolled with it. When the Son of a Shepard came to a stop he began spreading his seeds. Not for as long as he would have liked, though, as the bag had caused the shed to bounce which in turn caused the boomerang to fly upward at an impossible angle. The result was gravity pulling it down in circles as it landed roughly in between his sagging pants and butt cheeks.

"Ha lo" Rolf said with a startle, as he turned around to see the boomerang in his pants. Seeing no culprit, he cried out to world, "Who threw this whata ma doo hickie at Rolf's posterior?!!!"

It was too late though. The boomerang began its magic on his body. With a few clicks and clucks, Rolf's body convulsed. He was a man among boys and tough as nails, but reversing his personality took an odd turn to say the least. To an foreign outcast who doesn't understand pop culture, let alone enjoy it, Rolf became an opera signer. The reasoning behind this bizarre characterization could be that his hate for music of the new country caused him to turn into a singer, but because he understands none of it he sang the only music he knew. Opera.
Of course now came time for the body to change too. Being shirtless and glistening with sweat, Rolf's chest expanded and two of the fairest tits anyone had laid eyes on appeared. Her ass firmed up and the boomerang fit snuggly in the grip of her pants. In the blink of an eye a tan, shirtless, foreigner was standing in the middle of a field, singing at the top of her lungs.

The Son of a Shepard was not so easily fooled though. Her mind was stronger than most in the cul de sac and saw through the tricks of this new country magic. Rolf took control of her body and put her hand over her mouth. She ceased singing immediately to her hidden relief and hesitated to release her hand. As soon she did, though, her mouth moved against her will and her chest puffed upward to sing to the world. Her tits swayed with sweat glaring off from the sun and her hands moving to gesture in operatic movements. Rolf panicked inside his brain as her body showed off to the farm animals looking upon him with wonder in their eyes.

Rolf would quite literally be saved by the bell. She heard her house bell ring from the front door and began her journey. Each step was a victory. She overcame more and more of the magic inside the boomerang. By the time she got to the door, she ready to kick it down. She did so and with such **** that it swung out the opposite direction of the hinges.

Outside were the three Ed boys who would usually be nuisances to her farm and self, but Rolf would take what she could get. Once outside, she paraded her body around for them to engulf with their eyes. Inside Rolf blushed with shame. Never had any person seen him display his body in such a disgraceful way. None the less, she got on her knees as the Ed boys' cocks grew in excitement. She put her hand together and begged for release from the wooden tool of mischief, but her mouth would not bulge. She continued to sing and sing as loud and as proud as ever.

Thankfully for Rolf, he would be saved from his torment by Eddy. The most selfish of the group was instantly fed up with a customer who was wasting his time. He shoved Rolf back in the house and slammed the door behind him. Somewhere in the mix, the boomerang fell out of his pants and landed on the stair to his house.

Rolf felt a rush of relief as his body came back to him. He sat in silence for several moments with his back against the wall, across the hall, staring at the door. Shortly after, the boy with a sock on his head, peeked his head inside and saw Rolf in his normal manner.

"Thank you" Was all Rolf said before the door shut once more.

Meanwhile, the boomerang lay motionless on the ground and without a wielder.