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"Woahh, Sixer! Did you actually sleep last night? This body feels better than ever!"
Ford was suffering from exhaustion and sleep deprivation, so much so that Fiddleford advised him to get a good night's rest. That wasn't typically a recommendation that Ford ever took seriously, but he was in desperate need of sleep. That night, he left his instincts take over and drifted off.
Bill went into Ford's body immediately after he had fully woken up. It was the first time he'd ever experience a well-rested Ford; the chance of a lifetime.
"Yes, Bill, I did. Fiddleford advised me to do so. I haven't had much of a chance to feel my own body yet due to a rather... rude awakening, but I presume I'm feeling better?"
"Better? Oh, you have no idea! I was so used to using your body when you were on the brink of death, this will take some getting used to."
"Look, everyone's happy today! Even your little friend is standing up straight."
What little friend? Fiddleford was asleep and Ford was the only person in the house. Ford looked left, right, up, down- Oh.
"Yes, that is something that happens to the male body sometimes... Please just leave it be."
Ford was relatively comfortable around Bill at this point as they'd been partners and friends for quite a while; this, however, was out of the ordinary.
"Okay, okay, fine. Didn't you and your little friend bake some donuts last night? Where'd you put them? I wanna taste one!"
"Oh, those? They're in a tupperware on the kitchen counter. Help yourself, but leave some for me and Fiddleford."
"Whatever you say!"
Bill dashed up the stairs and into the kitchen. He got himself a plate and served himself one, two, three, four, five donuts?
"Bill, if you like the healthy feeling of my body, I wouldn't suggest eating all of those. Your- uh, my stomach might start to ache."
"I know that well enough, Sixer. I'm not gonna be eating all of these, you know?"
"Okay, so what will you be doing with them?-"
Ford didn't have time to process his own words before Bill was pulling down his pajama pants, followed by his boxers.
"Bill, just what do you think you're doing?!"
"Please, Sixer, I've been dying to try this!"
He was helpless and could do nothing but simply watch as Bill took a donut from the plate and skewered it onto his erect penis. He stacked the second, third, and fourth donut on top of it.
"You know, sometimes I wonder why humans don't do this kind of thing more often. It's actually loads of fun!"
He took a bite out of donut #5 before stacking it right on top of the fourth one. Ford was at a complete loss for words; he could do nothing but watch.
Ford thought he knew what he was signing up for when he gave Bill free reign to his body but dear god this was worse than anything he'd imagined before.
"Bill, I'm going to need my body back soon, could you please wrap up whatever it is you're doing?"
"Alright, alright! Way to kill the fun, IQ."
He removed the donuts off of the penis one by one and placed them back onto the plate he'd served them on to. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Ford, he put his boxers and pants back on, but not before snatching another bite off of the bitten donut. Ford really wanted to be grossed out, but after what he'd just seen, he was surely desensitized.
Bill finally exited Ford's body.
"Wow, that was fun!"
"Never do that again. Or, at least ask first."
"For the record, you're letting me do that again one day. Barely had any time to soak it in!" Bill spoke to Ford through the mindscape.
"I'll have to think about that demand."
Ford, now in his own body, made his way back downstairs. Just then, he saw that Fiddleford had woken up, and was checking out the notes Ford had left out on his desk the night before.
"Morning, Ford! Say, do we have any donuts left over from last night, I'm starving-"
"I don't think you'd want to eat any of those, Fiddleford."