Uber Lift (Patreon)

I was slowly piecing together reality. We had “just one more beer”, ordered an Uber and then blacked out in the back seat. The bright light outside the car was agonizing to my hangover. Why was it already morning? It felt like my mind was working half speed. The first indication that something was wrong, really wrong, was the heavy breathing. My breathing. It was surreal looking down and see that massive body move as if it was mine. Massive arms, easily twice the size of mine, with veins the size of fingers running up them. I didn’t wear my shirt anymore, I realized, as I saw the naked arms. I sat up and hit my head in the car ceiling. Everything was larger and bulky. The legs were monstrous, the feet were huge. I didn’t recognize the shoes, jeans or tank top, but they were all of course enormous too.

There was no driver in the car anymore. Had there ever been? Looking out the window I only saw vegetation. I had no idea where we had parked. Somewhere people don’t pass us by, for sure. There was another source of heavy breathing to my right. Someone my now smooth, tan arm rubbed against. Mike.

Up until that point it had been like a weird dream, something that would clear up once the hangover went away. Seeing Mike, wide as a door, sleeping next to me made it all real. “Fuck” I said in deep bass.

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