Chad Gets Slobbed (Alternate)

Here's an alternate scenario for my "Chad Gets Slobbed" story, where instead of his best friend entering the locker room, we have a different scenario, with the school's janitor. I have a couple others I may or may not write, we'll see.

It was Robbie, one of the school janitors. In particular, Robbie was in charge of maintenance in the athletic department of the school, and so all of the jocks knew Robbie—and none of them had been particularly kind of the old janitor, especially not Chad. Chad, in fact, was the one who had first started calling Robbie by the nickname ‘Rubbish’, which had quickly been adopted by most of the students in the school. Robbie was an older fellow, easily in his mid fifties, with a squat, chubby frame and a bushy, graying beard. He was wearing the same uniform he always was, the dark blue coveralls like the rest of the janitorial staff.

“You know Robbie, don’t you Chad? You and your friends might make more fun of him than ya’ll do of us,” Bobby said.

Chad gulped, wondering what exactly all of this was about, and looked over at the pile of gear that was still sitting nearby. “Look, I’m…I’m sorry, ok? I know I said some awful shit, but this—this isn’t fucking fair.”

“Since when did you care about fair, Chad?” Jim said, “You know, Robbie here actually really liked his job here at the school, at least until you showed up. Thanks to you and that nickname you gave him, he’s miserable. He lives not too far from us, and he drinks all the fucking time—half the weight you see on him he put on because of your fucking bullying. Now, even when you graduate, enough of the school calls him Rubbish, that he’s never going to be able to get away from it. You wrecked this man’s life, Chad, and my brother and I thought it was fair to offer him a new one. What do you say, Robbie?”

The janitor, who had entered with a rather dazed look on his face, shook his head, and came out of his trance. “Wha—what is this? Who—where am I?” he asked, clearly confused.

“Calm down Robbie, everything’s fine. You know us, don’t you? Jim and Bobby? We’ve talked, right?” Bobby said.

“Y-Yeah, but what am I doing here? I was cleaning the hallway, and then…I was here.”

“Don’t worry about it, Robbie—you won’t need to be doing that anymore. Now—do you recognize the fellow over there?”

Robbie looked over at Chad, who was standing off to the side, and squinted for a moment, before his eyes popped open in recognition—and memory. “C-Chad? Wait, that’s not—I mean, not how I remember him…”

“Yeah, we’ve done a number on Chad already,” Jim said, “See, we come from a magical family, my brother and I, and our magic just kicked in. We’re using it to teach Chad a lesson—but we thought we might help you out along the way, Robbie. See, you’ve been through the wringer the last few years with Chad here—we know it’s been tough. So we thought you could use a reward—something that would make things better for you, since you’ve done so much for the school.”

“Rub—I mean, Robbie,” Chad said, his face flushed, and words a bit nervous, “These two are fucking freaks. You don’t want any part in this, trust me.”

Robbie scowled over at Chad. “You almost called me ‘Rubbish,’ didn’t you?”

“Look, I’m sorry—it was just supposed to be a joke, is all!”

“This fucker ruined my fucking life,” Robbie said to the two brothers, “Whatever you do to him, he fucking deserves it.”

“Well, so far we’ve turned him into a total filthy pig faggot who loves getting fucked,” Bobby said, “but I think we can do better, don’t you, bro?”

“I bet Robbie here will love to help us out,” Jim said, and with a snap of his fingers, Robbie’s coveralls disappeared, leaving him completely naked in the locker room.

It took the older man a few moments to realize what had happened, and he quickly moved to cover himself. “What the hell! Give me back my clothes!”

“You won’t be needing those anymore,” Bobby said, “That’s what we got this pile here for—go ahead and pick something out. Trust me—it’s bound to be better than what you had before.”

“No—what is this, this is some fucking faggot shit,” Robbie said, and backed away, still buck naked.

“Now Robbie, don’t be gettin’ cold feet,” Jim said, and with a little twist of his hands, dragged the janitor over to the pile with a little tug of magic, “I’m afraid you’ve seen a bit too much to leave now—here, go ahead and dive in, and let’s see what comes out.”

With a larger motion, Jim used his magic to force Robbie over into the pile of dirty clothes, and the janitor disappeared into the heap—though it hadn’t seemed quite large enough for something like that to happen, from Chad’s perspective. He inched closer to see if he could tell where Russell had fallen in, but he couldn’t see him—though the pile was rustling oddly, almost like it was alive.

“Think he got lost?” Bobby said.

“Let’s pull him out—that should be enough time,” Jim said.

———

The brothers went over to the pile, each of them stuck a hand in, grabbed onto something, and pulled someone out of the pile who didn’t resemble Russell in the least. The fellow tumbled onto the ground for a moment, and then pushed himself upright, looking around a moment, clearly confused. “Fuckin’ hell, what the hell was that!” the man said, in a booming, deep voice.

“Now calm down Russell, everything’s fine,” Bobby said, helping the fellow steady himself.

“Here, have a look—I’d say it’s a big improvement,” Jim said, and with a whirl of his hands, he summoned a mirror, floating in front of Russell so he could see himself.

Chad though, was still in disbelief. There was no way that the Russell who went into the pile and this man who’d come out could be the same person—they were nothing alike! The man he was staring at was huge—easily six and a half feet tall, his body packed with muscle. He could see all of it, because all the man was wearing was a skimpy, camo pattered wrestling singlet, which did nothing to hide the man’s massive bulge, either. He looked to be in his mid-forties, his hair was cut into a high ‘n tight, and he had a short cropped beard on his rugged face. His body had a number of tattoos, many of them military related, along with heavy duty combat boots on his large feet.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m a fuckin’ beast!” Russell said, flexing in the mirror. “Fuck boys, this feels fuckin’ great!”

“I certainly don’t think anyone will be calling you Rubbish anymore,” Bobby said, “In fact, here—“ Bobby waved his hand across Russell’s face, turning his brown hair into a fiery red, “I think you’ll be going by Major now, and you’re gonna be the school’s new wrestling coach.”

“Wrestling coach?” Russell said, “I don’t know anything about wrestling. I was a janitor!”

“Oh, that’s the easy part,” Jim said, “All you need to do is shoot a load out of that big cock of yours, and you’ll be right as rain. You won’t even remember that old life. You’ll be Major, a hardass, ex-military, muscle beast who loves pinning down his students in his skimpy singlets—and they’ll love it too. The wrestling team could use a proper alpha to teach them how to be proper men, I think.” Jim ran his hand down to Russell’s crotch, groping his big package, and making him moan. “First though—I think we should teach Chad a lesson, don’t you?”

Russell looked over at Chad, and grinned. “What do you think, Chad? Think you’ll enjoy having me as your coach this fall?”

“Fuck no—this can’t fucking be happening. These fucker’s are turning you into some weird perv, can’t you see it?”

“Fuck if I care,” Russell said, “I feel great—and I’ve waited a long time to give you what you fucking deserve, Chad.”

“Well Chad, it’s your turn,” Bobby said, “Get naked—and get in the pile. I think your wardrobe needs an upgrade.”

“No—you can’t fucking do this to me!” Chad said, but he was already removing the clothes from his body, stripping down to his burly, musky body, one eye on the pile of clothes beside him. “Look, I’m sorry man, but can’t you see this is fucked up?” he said to Major, but the one-time janitor was too busy admiring himself in a mirror, to pay any attention.

The two brothers walked over, grabbed hold of Chad, and pushed him towards the pile. “Come on now, Chad—we know how much you enjoyed our clothes back in the fieldhouse—now get in there!” The laughed and shoved Chad into the mass of clothes, and Chad found himself swallowed up into the pile. The clothes swarmed around them, and he tried to fight them off as best he could, but he felt like he was drowning in fabric.

Above, Jim, Bobby and Major gathered around the pile, watching it writhe. “So…what’s he going to look like?” Major asked the two brothers.

“Who knows—the pile does like a suggestion or two,” Jim said.

“Yeah—what do you think Chad should look like, Major?” Bobby added.

“Fuck, I want that asshole to be fat as hell—he should be the fattest fucking guy at this school,” Major said, “See how tough he is when he doesn’t have his muscles.”

“Yeah, I like that,” Jim said, “He can be a fat fucking pig, waddling around the halls. I bet he’d stink too—fat guys always stink.”

“He probably likes it though,” Bobby said, “Likes being fat, likes the way he smells. A real dirty pig—you know what, we should call him Chunky!”

“Fuck yeah!” Major said, “Chunky Chad,” he laughed.

“You ready to come out, Chunky?” Jim said, and together with Bobby, they reached into the pile, grabbed hold, and started dragging Chad back out of the pile—though it took quite a bit of effort. After a few moments, they had a rather different looking Chad splayed out on the locker room floor. He had to be close to four hundred pounds now, wearing a pair of dirty, food stained overalls, a greasy undershirt, and a pair of old boots on his feet. “Wha—no, what the hell happened,” he moaned, trying to push himself back upright.

“Here Chunky, let us help,” Bobby said, and together, the twins dragged him upright, and then pulled him over to the mirror where Major was admiring himself earlier. “Well Chunky, what do you think?” Jim added.

Chad looked at himself in horror, at the flabby face, double and triple chins, the folds under his arms, the moobs barely contained by the dirty overalls, the massive apron pushing out his clothes, wide ass and thighs. “No—no, this isn’t right, I’m not some fucking fat pig!”

“Shut up Chunky, that’s exactly what you are. You’re the fattest fuck in school—and we all know you fucking love it,” Bobby said, and gave Chad’s gut a slap, and Chad gave a little moan, as he felt his new chubby body reverberate and brush up against his buried cock, feeling a gush of precum ooze out from the sensation.

“Fat fucking pig getting off on how you’ve ruined your body, getting turned on whenever someone humiliates you in the hallway,” Jim said, giving Chad’s gut another push, and this time, Chad even let out a little snort of pleasure.

“Don’t think you’re going to be on the football team anymore, Chunky,” Bobby said, “But that doesn’t stop you from lusting after all the jocks at school—and all the coaches, like Major here. Thinking about a hot muscled man abusing and using you gets you all hot and bothered like nothing else.”

“F-Fuck…” Chad moaned, feeling his cock keep pumping out precum while the brothers teased him.

“Bet you’d love to worship someone like Coach Major, right Chad?” Bobby said, and spun Chad around to face the one-time janitor, now buff wrestling coach, his cock bulging in his singlet. Chad let out a snort at the sight, his mouth already drooling as he stared at the coach’s package.

“This turn you on, Chunky?” Major said, and gave a flex. Chad couldn’t help himself, he snorted again, one hand reaching down and shaking the fat around his cock, making himself leak even more. “You fat fucking pig, you want to suck your coach’s big cock? Say it—say, ‘My name is Chunky. I’m a fat, smelly pig, and I want to suck your cock, coach.’”

“N-No, no, don’t—you have to change me back…” Chad said, turning to the two brothers.

“What are you talking about, Chunky?”

“Yeah, change you back into what?”

“I’m not supposed to look like this! I’m not this fucking fat!” Chad said.

“You’ve always been this fucking fat, Chunky.”

“Yeah, and you’ve lusted after Coach Major’s cock for years—don’t you finally want to taste it?”

The brothers spun him back around to face the coach, who had hauled his meaty cock free of the singlet’s pouch, and Chad’s breath quickened, his buried cock still leaking.

Bobby leaned in closer, “You’re gonna suck coach off, Chunky, and you’re gonna blow a load into your fucking fatpad when he shoots a load all over your fat fucking face.”

“And when you do, you’re gonna be stuck as Chunky for the rest of your fucking life,” Jim continued, “Just a fat, worthless pig getting bullied by all of your old friends on every sports team, fantasizing about all of them at the same time, thinking about how much you want their cocks in your hungry pig mouth.”

“We know you can’t say no. You have no fucking impulse control. Your belly makes all your decisions for you, you stupid fucking pig.” Bobby said.

“Come on pig,” Major said, swinging his cock back and forth, “All you need to do is say the words, and you can have your meal.”

Chad stared at the coach’s cock, and his gut rumbled. He shouldn’t—he knew he shouldn’t, but he was so hungry, and he always had a hard time controlling himself when he was hungry, didn’t he? “My—My name is Chunky,” he said, waddling forward and getting on his knees in front of the coach, “I’m a fat, grunt smelly pig, and I wanna suck you off so bad, coach…I’m so hungry…”

Major grabbed hold of Chad’s greasy hair, and thrust his thick cock into the young man’s open mouth, and at the first taste, Chad—or Chunky rather—knew he’d found his favorite snack. He wormed one fat arm down the side of his overalls, reached underneath his stinking gut, and started pressing on his fat pad, sliding the flesh over and around his cock, which had always felt better than jacking off with his hand did. He let Coach Major take control, as he always did with the jocks who used his mouth, thrusting in and out while Chunky grunted and snorted with lust, thrilled to be used by someone as hot as Major, feeling his own load beginning to build up.

The two brothers came over and started making out with the coach, and when Chunky looked up and watched the three muscled men, all of them roughnecks, making out with each other while he was used for their pleasure, he almost lost it—but he couldn’t cum yet. He need coach to cum, he needed to taste it so bad. He sucked harder, running his tongue around the coach’s cock, until at last, with a roar, Major came, blowing a massive load all over Chunky’s fat face and open mouth—and Chunky felt his own cock finally explode in the front of his overalls. Reality twisted around him again, and by the time Chunky caught his breath, he wasn’t in the locker room anymore, he was in one of the school bathrooms, where he’d snuck away to jack off.

He pulled his hand out from his overalls and licked the cum off his fat fingers. That fantasy had been amazing—and it had almost felt real—but Chunky had been lusting after Major ever since he’d set eyes on the massive coach. Jim and Bobby were frequent crushes too—it didn’t even matter that the two brothers were his biggest bullies. Chunky was starting to think he’d do anything just to taste their cocks, and their cum.

Deep inside, Chad was screaming, locked away in Chunky’s mind, horrified at what the brother’s had done to him—but there was no escaping this fate for him now. Chunky hefted himself up and waddled out of the stall, not bothering to wash his cum sticky hand, and headed back to class.