Chad Gets Slobbed (Part 5)

Anyway, it was kinda like pulling teeth, getting this written, but they got easier to pull over time at least. Trying to get back on the horse still. Promised I'd put out some stuff more, but it's been a struggle. 

Chad braced himself as the footsteps came closer, wondering who, exactly, the two twins had decided to torture alongside him. A moment later, another student from the school, named Evan, appeared with a slack-jawed expression on his face. Chad and Evan had been friends since they were kids, and while they’d often played sports together when they were younger, Evan had eventually stopped playing and focused on academics. He was regarded as one of the more intelligent kids at school, but thanks to his upper class family, he’d never been bullied for it—if anything, he loved picking on guys for being less intelligent than he was. Chad had always been spared his friend’s criticisms, mostly because Evan knew that Chad could smash his face in if necessary, and so the two of them often teamed up, picking on guys like Bobby and Jim relentlessly in school.

However, since his time in the field house days ago, Evan hadn’t really given Chad the time of day. It was like their friendship had been erased, when Chad had turned into a stinking, hairy pig himself. It didn’t surprise him, of course. Evan had always been a fashionable guy, and with his rich family, he was always dressed in designer brands, with two hundred dollar haircuts, the hottest phones. Even Chad couldn’t quite keep up with his cool factor around school. Chad wasn’t particularly surprised that the twin would have it out for Evan too. Jim snapped his fingers, and the vacant look in Evan’s eyes lifted. He shook his head and looked around, rather confused, and then looked down at Chad and gasped. “Wait…Chad, what the fuck happened to you? Why the fuck do you look like some fat fucking loser, and what the fuck are you doing with these two redneck fucks?”

The words stung Chad a bit, but if anything, he was relieved that someone, anyone, could finally see what had happened to him. “Evan, ya gotta get the hell out of here man, these two fucks are weird magic freaks or something!” 

Evan looked Jim and Bobby up and down, clearly confused. “What the hell are you talking about?

“Nah, Chad there is right, Evan,” Jim said, “My brother ‘n I come from a long line of warlocks, ‘n our magic finally started comin’ in this year. We decided that we might as well practice it on the fuckers who’ve made our lives hell at school—we started with Chad here, and yer next.”

Evan took a couple of steps backwards, looking like he was about to run, only for Bobby to snap his fingers, freezing Evan in place. “Now now, don’t be thinkin’ ya can get away ‘r nothin’, yer already under our control Evan. Why don’t ya go ahead ‘n strip outta those fancy fuckin’ clothes a yers, and we can find ya somethin’ else tah wear here,” Bobby said, laughing and indicating the pile of filthy clothes on the locker room floor.

Evan struggled as best he could to resist the order, but his hands started taking off his expensive clothing and throwing it in a pile beside him on the locker room floor. Evan was by no means in bad shape, but he certainly didn’t have Chad’s muscles—or at least, the muscles that Chad had had before his own run-in with the twins a few days ago. He was classically handsome, and did enough work in the gym to make sure he stayed thin and handsome. Certainly he’d never struggled with dating, and he might have gotten more pussy in school than Chad had. Now though, he was looking nervous, if not a bit terrified. “How…how are you doing this?”

“We told ya Evan, it’s magic,” Jim said, “Now come on over here, stick yer hand in the pile a goodies here, and see what ya get, eh?”

Evan, clearly struggling against the compulsion, shuffled himself over to the pile of dirty laundry the twins had dumped out, and shoved his hand into the stinking clothes. He jerked for a second, as he felt something almost come alive inside and wrap its way around his hand. He tugged it free, and found himself holding a filthy looking jockstrap. “Fucking hell, what the fuck?”

“Looks like a good place fer ya tah start, Evan, go on, ya know ya wanna put it on, don’t it smell real good?”

It smelled vile, actually, like months worth of cum, piss and sweat had been ground into the brown pouch, which he assumed must have been white at some point. He couldn’t disobey the order though, and he found himself pulling on the jockstrap, which to his disgust, was still damp. As the fabric cupped his cock and balls, he felt them start to tingle—and they began to expand. The pouch looked like whoever had worn it before had been quite a bit more endowed than Evan was, but it wasn’t long before the pouch was bulging. Bobby pulled the pouch to oneside, and Evan watched, horrified, as a massive nine inch soft cock flopped out, with a massive foreskin hanging over the head. There was a thick pubic bush as well, much thicker than Evan’s had been moments before. Below, two huge nuts swung, and even Chad could smell his friend’s new, stinking junk from where he was on his knees.

“Fucking hell, what the fuck did you do?”

“Come on, if ya’s gonna be a good redneck fucker like the three a us, then ya gotta have a good ol’ redneck dick, right?” Bobby said, gripped the shaft and gave it a few strokes. It responded immediately, growing thicker and a bit longer. Chad found himself almost hypnotized by the sight, and didn’t notice that Evan’s face seemed to go a little slack, as his new cock got harder. “Course, can’t have ya thinkin’ at both ends at once, now can we?” Bobby added, “the harder ya get, the dumber ya’ll be too.”

“Wait…whaa…?” Evan said, his voice already picking up a bit of a drawl. “That’s…that ain’t possible. None a this can be real.”

“Go on, git yerself dressed now, see what else ya can find in the pile bud.”

Evan wasn’t quite sure if he was choosing the clothes when he put his hands back in the pile of dirty clothes, or if the clothes were choosing him. After he pulled each article free, he found himself helpless to put it on. First, a pair of cut off jean shorts that looked like they’d been ground into a mud puddle and left to dry. Then, an equally filthy, and smelly, flannel vest. Two socks and two work boots came out next, size sixteen—quite a bit larger than his feet should have been, but by the time he laced up the old boots, they fit perfect. Then, finally, a deer camo ball cap that he pulled down on his head. 

Chad just watched it happened, knowing that he should try to stop it, but he couldn’t seem to move from where he was. Whether it was the twin’s magic, his own cowardice, or his sudden inability to tear his eyes away from Evan’s massive, uncut cock, he didn’t know, but before he knew it, Evan was dressed, and the twins summoned a mirror in front of his best friend, so he could see his new self.

“Nah, that…that ain’t…I…” Evan stammered, looking at the redneck he’d become in the mirror. He was a far cry from the tall and handsome young man he’d been moments before. Now, he was barely five foot four, with massive feet and hands, his whole body looking a bit out of proportion. His shoulders were broad, and while he’d packed on some muscle, he had a thick, hairy gut protruding between the flaps of his flannel vest. He didn’t look too much older than he’d been, but thanks to a thick beard covering his face and crawling up his cheeks, and the copious amount of hair all over his body, he looked to be in his twenties at least. His face was warped as well, with a big nose, and crooked teeth in his mouth. 

“This is just some fucked up dream, this isn’t real, I know it isn’t,” Evan said.

“Oh, it’s real alright. And once you shoot a big ol’ load outta that big dick a yers, it’s gonna be the only life ya got from now on.”

“Fuck you, both of you, that’s fucking sick!”

“Sounds like Evan’s still got too much in the way of brains, bro,” Jim said, “Let’s see how he feels once we get that redneck dick a his good ‘n hard. Go on Evan, stroke off while ya admire that ugly fuckin’ mug a yers.”

“Evan, ya gotta fight it man, don’t let these fucks do this to you!” Chad said, finally managing to get a little fight in him. He immediately regretted it, when both twins looked over at him with mean grins on their faces.

“Never mind Evan—don’t start strokin’ yet. Pig, git over here ‘n suck yer friend’s cock.” Chad pushed back against the compulsion as hard as he could, but Jim walked over, grabbed him and dragged him over in front of Evan and the mirror. “Look at that dick man, yer a pig, ‘n I know this is the hottest fuckin’ cock ya’ve ever seen in yer life. From now on, anytime ya see Evan’s big fuckin’ redneck cock from now on, yer not gonna be able tah help yerself from servicin’ it. Now git tah fuckin’ work.”

Chad nearly leapt on the cock in front of him, slobbering all over it, unable to help himself. Jim was right, Evan’s new cock was fucking perfect. Thick and smelly, with plenty of foreskin to play with, and he could feel it throbbing to life as he sucked on the head and the first few inches of the shaft—all while Evan tried to stop him, feeling his mind draining further as his new cock got harder.

“Come on ya ugly piece of shit,” Bobby said next to Evan, “We all know that dick of yers is your sole redeeming quality. Yer ugly as all hell, short ‘n fat, stink tah high heaven, and dumb as a sack a rocks, but at least ya got a big fuckin’ dick, right? Yeah, I bet it’s turnin’ ya on, knowin’ that the only thing yer gonna be good fer anymore is fuckin’.”

“That…that ain’t…isn’t true, it’s not!” Evan said, “I’m smart! I’m smart, ‘ handsome, ‘n…’n I ain’t some dumb fuckin’ redneck!”

Evan couldn’t resist it though, and soon enough, his cock was mostly hard, and thinking about anything other than how much he wanted to fuck a tight ass was more and more difficult. 

“Such a good bro, makin’ sure yer big brother is good ‘n satisfied,” Jim said, squatting down next to Chad, who was still admiring and sucking on Evan’s big dick. “Bet ya wanna feel yer big brother’s dick stretch that ass a yers out, don’t ya, pig?”

“Yeah, a redneck fucker like you,” Bobby said to Evan, “He can’t cum unless he’s fuckin’ a pig. Ya just git hornier and hornier, ‘n stupier ‘n stupider, until ya can’t fuckin’ help yerself. Course, the more people make fun a ya fer bein’ a stupid fuckin’ ugly piece a shit, the hornier ya git. It feels good, don’t it? Lettin’ all them brains just drain the fuck outta ya?”

“Ha, it…fuckin’ does, fuck…” Evan said, his drawl more pronounced, drooling a bit as he talked, one big hand wrapping around the back of Chad’s head and now thrusting down his throat, making Chad choke and gag.

“That’s it, really rough up that pig. The dumber ya git, the rougher ya git. Ya need tah fuck. It’s the only fuckin’ thing yer good at, ain’t it?”

“Yeah, jus’ a dumbass redneck fucker, that’s all I is…” Evan muttered, then pushed Chad off his cock, admiring all twelve inches, thicker than a beer can, shiny with Chad’s slobber. 

“Yer gonna fuck yer bro’s pig hole with that tool, ain’t ya?”

“Fuck, fuck yeah, fuck!” Evan said, amazed that someone could have such a good idea like that. Before Chad could stop him, he pushed him over, dragged his ass up, and pushed the massive cock into his hole, ramming in deep, not even bothering to warm him up. Chad nearly screamed, but at the same time, the thrill of being fucked by his brother’s perfect redneck cock thrilled him. He wanted this. He deserved this. It didn’t matter that it hurt, it’s what he needed more than anything in the whole fucking world right now. 

“Feels good, don’t it Chad?” Jim said, getting down in front of him while Evan plowed his hole like a dumb animal, “Once he cums, Evan’s gonna be ours too, and once he dumps that big load of cum up your ass, the two of your are gonna be family for life. You two always joked about the two of us fucking each other, since we couldn’t get laid. Well guess what, Chad? You’re gonna be taking that stupid, ugly fuck’s cock in your ass for the rest of your life!”

Chad tried to pull himself free, only for Evan to drag him back onto his cock, fucking even harder. He tried to talk to him, reason with him, but Evan was beyond thought, entirely consumed by the animal desire to fuck. He felt it then, Evan’s huge nuts contracted, and he started shooting, filling up Chad’s ass with a massive load of cum, and as he did, he felt that same strange sensation from before, in the field house. Reality was twisting and warping around them, and then he woke up—into a new reality, but what?