The Daniel on the ground started to laugh, and then let off a loud belch, rolling over and giving his ass a scratch as he did. “Fuck, feels so fuckin’ good being outta there,” he stood up, tottering slightly, and then faced one of the mirrors in the room, looking at himself and taking it all in.
When he’d entered the maze, Daniel had been in the best shape of his life–swimming and playing soccer, watching his diet, keeping himself at a lean 160 pounds or so. He was stunning on campus, but had been with his girlfriend for a couple of years now, and was planning on proposing to her after graduation. But that Daniel wasn’t here anymore–and the Daniel looking at himself in the mirror, was, in almost every way, his physical opposite.
Where Daniel had been tall, a couple inches over six feet, he was now about five and a half feet tall. His lean body had been replaced by rolls and rolls of fat, his smooth body coated in hair, his cleanliness replaced by filthy unwashed clothes and grimy skin–the embodiment of his worst drives and impulses, his greed, lust and sloth made manifest my the twisted mirrors of the maze–and these needs were powerful, and starving. Still, the reflection didn’t leave without grabbing a shard of the broken mirror and sliding it into his pocket–after all, he had lots of other friends in here eager to escape the maze into the lives of the people who wandered into the funhouse, and he was generous.
The exit revealed itself quickly–the mirrors posed him no danger now, after all–and emerging from the curtain and into the noise of the carnival was thrilling. So many delicious smells, and so many men! Daniel stared at the dads and college students passing him, imagining them naked, imagining sucking their cocks and cleaning their bodies, and any number of lewd acts Daniel would have never imagined doing in his life, but this Daniel did all of that. This Daniel didn’t go to college–no, this Daniel worked some menial labor job to pay the bills, lived in a rundown apartment, and spent all of his free time hunting down men to fuck–but fucking could wait. Right now, all he wanted was to eat.
He found the midway, and went from food cart to food cart, loading up on everything fried and sweet that he could find, polishing off each meal as he stood in line for the next. He could feel his gut heaving and bloating, hanging heavier on him, dropping out the bottom of his shirt, and the looks of disgust from the people around him only made him hornier–and he would stare back until they looked away uneasily, just like they always did when he’d been a reflection in a mirror, unable to bear the sight of themselves, but now they had no choice. Now, he was one of them–and he kept feeling the rough shard in his pocket, thinking about it, his little cock getting hard, buried in his fat (Daniel had been quite well endowed, but his reflection had never found length necessary to have a nice time).
In the end, his horniness overwhelmed his hunger, and he retreated into the shadows between two booths dropped his grimy pants, and started jacking off, intending to let off a bit of steam before finding some action later–but was rudely interrupted by a voice shouting at him. Daniel didn’t stop jacking–why would he after all, he was enjoying himself–but looked over and saw that the voice had come from a young police officer, likely working off the clock in uniform, providing a bit of security for the carnival while it was in town.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you fucking pervert?” the young man said, and started towards him. Daniel went down for his pants, but not to pull them up–he dug out the fragment of the mirror maze, got it in his palm, and as the young man approached, he pointed it at him, and watched the young man’s eyes be drawn to it, lock onto it, and contort into a vision of horror. Daniel didn’t know what he saw in there, but it was clear that he couldn’t look away–well, he had an idea what he might be seeing in there, but even a fragment, outside of the house, was a powerful force. The horror dulled, and when the young man looked away, he had a very different look in his eyes than before.
“How about I offer ya a little somethin’ and you just keep quiet about what you saw here, eh officer?” Daniel said.
‘Fuck–you nasty fucker, get to it.”
He got down and sucked the young man off, jacking off as he did, both of them cumming after a couple of minutes, and then they both got dressed and went off their separate ways. The young cop, found himself drawn to the food carts, stuffing himself silly for the rest of the night, filled with a hunger that he couldn’t explain–but which he had to indulge.
Meanwhile, three other frat brothers were standing in line for the Tunnel of Love, but they had just reached a surprising fork in the line. One direction was labeled for couples only, while the other was marked for single passengers. It just so happened that the three of them were single at the moment, which was part of why they’d thought it would be funny to go on the ride in the first place. One brother suggested they head down the couple line anyway, just for fun, but another one said they should go down the line for singles, hoping they might find some girls down that way for dates.
Which line did they end up in?
- They go down the couple line together and ride as a threesome.
- They go down the singles area and get paired up with other single passengers.
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