Spin the bottle (Patreon)

They had absolutely no idea what they were getting into when they decided on a game of spin the bottle with a random blue bottle they found on the beach.

However, I knew exactly what they were getting into. I knew their fate. I knew my fate. Many many years ago I was in their shoes playing a random game of spin the bottle. I was on a ship and I made it to the end, technically I won. However, winning wasn't the best course of action. Winning meant the previous occupier of the bottle could get out. Winning meant the last man standing disappeared into the bottle and was stuck there until the next game. As I said I was on a ship. The previous occupier got his wish and didn't want anyone else to get trapped, not thinking that there was someone new in the bottle. Me!

Now I was starting up at 6 young hunks. I knew I would be one of them by the end of the game, and one of them would entry the bottle as a mini version of themselves. My view was perfect. They were all wearing baggy shorts and I could see up their underwear and glimpse their dicks. I didn't care who's body I was about to take they were all pretty stunning and clearly better than being trapped in the bottle.

I did hope for the cute blond though. He had tattoos and no facial hair. Is facial hair a thing these days? Or his mate with tattoos as well.

The first spin. It landed top right and the curly haired guy was out. Second spin bottom left was out, third spin centre left was out. Fourth spin, top left was out. So it was a toss-up between my two favourites. They stood head to head. Their mate spun the bottle. Fifth spin. Landed on neither of them, sixth spin same again. Seventh spin. The dark-haired guy with tattoos.

Fuck that means the cute blond guy wins. Well technically wins. Really he lost. The room shone bright as a white light eminsted from the bottle. The five others ran away but the cute blond was mesmorised and trapped by the light. He kenlt down, picked up the bottle and there was my chance. I took up a human sized form and stood directly in front of him. I had been reborn in his image and now his mind was joining mine. He dropped the bottle.

He stood in front of me. Where did you come from and why do you look like me?

I came from the bottle I've been trapped inside for 100 years. The bottle is cursed. The winner if spin the bottle gets trapped inside. I look like you because I am you now. Your destiny is in the bottle. Until someone else plays the game. It could be weeks or years but ill pass the bottle onto some good lookers for you.

I don't want to go in the bottle, I won't fit for a start and I sure as hell don't want you being me.

You have no choice. Your life as you know it is almost over. Your memories only distant ones now. And your already shrinking and your very have already been sucked inside the bottle. I'll do you proud. Don't worry.

Fuck, please don't leave me in here too long. How about you play the game again with my mates? I can become one of them?

Maybe we will see how much fun I can have first.