Self-Care Bomb

 

 

Ulysses knew there was something weird when that old woman gave him a bath bomb. And now here he was naked, way bigger than his tub.

She didn’t even seem to get what the concept of a bath bomb or even self-care was for that matter. Ulysses…was his name even Ulysses before he got in the tub? Regardless, he told her he was trying to make his life better by improving it in increments. She said, "Bah, who wants to wait, make your life better now,” and shoved the bomb in his hands.

Ulysses tossed that teal ball in the tub and watched it bubble away with a sizzle. However, though it dissolved, the water never stopped bubbling. The sizzling turned into a gurgle as the water boiled like a cauldron. A sane person would have left, but Ulysses found himself getting tired. He looked in the water and saw memories of all the surfer dudes he met in the past. They were happy ones, sexy ones. Water clinging to bodies. Warm sand against feet. The crash of the ocean. Ulysses slumped over, eyes closed, but not unaware. He could feel and hear everything. His body sinking beneath the water. The old woman laughed from above as she inserted a giant spoon into his tub, stirring. He got mixed in with the memories, each one soaking into his body as it underwent a rapid change. A prior meeting became memorialized on his body as muscle. A crush bent into height. And pure sexual desire dropped into his ass and balls. His face absorbed and learned from them all, turning him into something more.

He woke up, legs hanging out the tub, water drained, body dry. He stumbled out, apologizing to his own reflection before realizing the man was him. He was still there 20 mins later when he realized none of his clothes fit now. He also couldn’t order them online because he’d still have to walk downstairs with his bare ass out.

Why was it so hard to do self-care?