My limbs began to shrink. As I fell to the floor I started to bloat out. Warts and pus-filled pockets sprouted out all over the bubbly mass of flesh I had just become. My eyes bulged and expanded by at least 2 feet. I screamed as I looked around and saw all the others around me morphing into grotesque mounds of flesh around me.

I tried to run but found I had no legs. I could however move different parts of my lower body to simulate some sort of crawl. Sobbing but letting out some sort of horrid moan instead I oozed myself across the ground leaving a trail of pus behind me.

This was terrible! I don't know how it happened but I wanted it to end.

I came across a bridge over a dried-up river. Other blobs of flesh were already hurling themselves off it to their deaths. The strange modified screams were blood-curdling. I wasn't the only one so horrified the only option was death. Without much thought still making the horrid sound,

I plopped myself over the edge of the bridge and fell to meet my end. My horrible, pitiful, wretched end.

There was a loud squishing sound as I hit the ground. Pus burst out all around me. For some reason, I felt no pain.

Was I paralyzed and lived somehow? Cursed to finish my days laying here until I starved out or died of dehydration?

I tentatively moved around a bit. That was strange. I felt fine. As a matter of fact, my chronic back pain didn't even hurt anymore. I looked around and saw other mounds of flesh squirming around seeming to also not have died.

Looking farther out I saw some mounds up on the bridge on their way to end it. Surprised, I realized I had never been able to see so far before. I started to laugh. It came out as a gurgle and pus oozed out.

Well, maybe things weren't as good as they could be...but at least my pain was gone. Apparently, I was immortal also, not that I was jumping to test the theory out.

What should I do...splat. A large blob fell right on top of me squishing me into the ground. It rolled off gurgling. Was it trying to apologize?

Well, I guessed I really was immortal. The blob that splat on me rolled off, leaving a trail of pus behind it, my pus.

Several years passed and we mounds lived pretty good lives. We did not hunger, nor grow thirsty. We just kinda rolled, bounced, crawled, and slithered around.

We started developing a new language. Different gurgles meant different things.

I also met a woman...well, I thought she was a woman. I still hadn't figured out if I could reproduce or not. Not really sure I wanted to. We just kinda pushed up against each other like really slow fleshy bumper cars.

Life was good, I wasn't lonely, I needed nothing, I felt no pain, and I couldn't die, what more did I need in life?

A happy gurgle of pleasure came out of me as me and my new lady friend bumped our bodies into each other.