CYOC - Chad Gets Slobbed (Parts 2 and 3)

A continuation of Chad's predicament that I posted a few weeks back.

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“Well well, would ya lookie here,” A familiar voice said, “Ah think Chad’s takin’ a likin’ tah our special stink, don’t ya think bro?”

“Fuck Jim, looks like he’s already piggin’ out in here!”

Chad looked up, and sure enough, it was Jim and Bobby, two other guys from the football team. Jim and Bobby were brothers, a couple of rednecks who lived on the outskirts of the school district, in a tract of mobile homes that had gotten lumped in with the rest of the more wealthy school district their high school was a part of. The two of them weren’t terrible at football. Jim was the second string quarterback behind Chad, and Bobby was a massive brick wall that held down the defensive line, but that didn’t stop Chad and his rich friends from talking shit about the two dumb brothers every chance they got. Well, Bobby was a bit dumb. Jim was the smarter of the two, but that didn’t stop kids at school from teasing them both anyway. He knew that Jim resented him especially, and thought he was a better quarterback than Chad was, and Chad thought he might be right. “What the fuck did you do to me, you redneck fucks?” Chad moaned, still milking his cock, desperate to cum.

“Well Chad, my brother and I have a little secret that we don’t spread around school too much. See, we got magic blood runnin’ in the family, some real wizard shit. We don’t use it too often, don’t wanna be drawin’ no attention our way, but when it comes to stuck up pricks like you, we tend tah make exceptions,” Jim said.

“Look, whatever you want, I’m sorry ok? Please, just…just change me back, I’ll do anything,” Chad said.

“Oh? But ya’ll already do anything fer a couple a stinky redneck hicks like us, won’t ya Chad?” Bobby said, walked over to him, grabbed hold of Chad’s beard and tugged his face against his crotch. The fly of the jeans he was wearing was undone, and Chad got a whiff of Bobby’s unwashed crotch through it, and moaned even louder than before, his cock releasing a burst of precum.

“Fuck Chad, lookit ya, pervin’ out over mah bro’s smelly crotch. Didn’t realize ya were such a faggot pig!”

Chad tried to pull himself away, but couldn’t. He wanted to smell it. He needed to smell it. It wasn’t nearly as rank as his own musk now, but the freshness of it, he could almost taste the cock hidden behind that layer of crusty briefs Bobby had on. His mouth was watering.

“Ya want my cock, piggy?” Bobby said, grinding his crotch against Chad’s face, “Go on, I know ya can say it. I wanna hear ya beg fer it, faggot.”

“Fuck, I wanna smell it, I wanna taste it,” Chad said, unable to stop himself, “Please let me taste your cock, Bobby, please…”

Bobby laughed, but he pulled his briefs down under his cock, and allowed Chad to run his tongue along the head of his cock, his tongue naturally sliding under his foreskin and tasting the sweat there, moaning, his own piggy cock throbbing as he did.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen next, Chad,” Jim said, “Yer gonna suck mah brother off while I fuck your hole, and once both of us have dumped our loads in yer guts at either end, then yer going cum. Once ya cum, that’s it. The next stage a yer transformation will start, ‘n there won’t be anythin’ ya can do about it—ya’ll be stuck with whatever dirty minded plan mah bro ‘n I have planned fer ya. So tell me, Chad—ya ready tah get fucked?”

Chad wanted to say no, but his horny pig body was already getting into position on the bench, ass towards Jim, while Bobby maneuvered around and kept fucking his face. Jim was already leaking cum, wiped some off on his hand, and used it to grease up Chad’s hole. The smell of the two brothers around him was enough to have Chad in heat, and when Jim pressed his cock against his hole, it slid in with almost no resistance, Chad moaning in excitement, his cock leaking all over the bench below him.

A small chunk of his mind knew he had to try to fight it, that this was his last chance to try and resist whatever nightmare these two redneck freaks had in store for him. He was too horny though, and they all smelled so good together. The scent of musk in the small shed was so overwhelming, that any time Chad managed to pull together a little mental resistance, it was washed away by a whiff of Bobby’s grungy crotch, or his pits, or anything else around him. 

Bobby came first, pushing his cock deep into Chad’s throat and shooting a big load. Chad tried to keep himself from swallowing, but it just tasted so good. He needed it inside him, needed it so badly, needed it more than anything else he’d ever tasted. Jim was getting closer now, huffing and puffing behind him, sweat dripping from his forehead down onto Chad’s back. Bobby came around and kissed his brother, swapping spit, and that pushed Jim over the edge. Chad could feel his cock pulsing inside him, filling him up with the second load, and he could feel it, the pleasure swelling through him.

Jim pulled out, and Chad twisted around, landing his fat, sweaty ass on the bench, one hand gripping his cock and jacking it. He didn’t have to do this. He didn’t have to do this, he could stop, he could pull his hand away and keep what little bit of his dignity he still had. It took everything in him to do it, but he managed, pulling his hand away right at the edge, feeling his nuts pulsing and aching for release. “N-No…” Chad said, “Please…no…”

“Go on piggy, let’s see ya do it, I wanna watch ya blow that load all over yerself,” Jim said.

“Yeah, we know ya can’t stop yerself,” Bobby said, leaning in close, “Go on, give in pig. You want tah feel good, don’t ya? Don’t ya want yer reward?”

Bobby grabbed hold of Chad’s hand and pushed it back over to his cock. Chad gripped the shaft with something between a moan and a sob, and started stroking it again. 

“That’s it, just one little load, and it’ll all be over. Ya’ll love it, I know ya will,” Jim said, walking around to the side, grabbing the back of Chad’s head, and pushing it against his crotch. He could smell his ass on Jim’s cock, and he shuddered, so close now, so fucking close. “That’s it, stop fightin’ us pig, we know what’s best fer ya…”

Chad was exhausted. He was horny. He wanted to give in, so badly. A part of him held out hope though—maybe, just maybe, he could fight this—and make a run for it.

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“Come on Chad, come on, you can do it…” Jim said, grinding his smelly crotch against Chad’s face, “I know you wanna blow that piggy load all over the place, go on…”

Chad knew he had to try to stop himself, that he needed to try and get away, but fuck, Jim smelled so good, and his little piggy cock was so hard, and so close.

“Fuck, listen to him snort! He’s gonna blow bro, he’s gonna blow all over himself, the fuckin’ pig!” Bobby said.

“That right, piggy? You gonna shoot that big load for us? Gonna let us do whatever we want to ya? Be our little plaything ‘round school? We got a whole lotta ideas Chad, all sorts a things we can do to ya…” Jim said, leaning in close.

Chad made one final effort to pull his hand away, but he couldn’t muster the will. He just kept jacking off, pushing himself over the edge, and the next thing Chad knew, he was thrusting against his mattress, shooting a massive load all over the sheets, as he jolted awake from one of the most horrifying, and somehow the most erotic, dream he’d ever had in his life.

All he could do was grunt and snort a bit, humping against his bed until he finally finished shooting, feeling the massive wet spot on his sheets cooling and growing sticky, and all he felt was relief. Relief that, at least, it had just been a dream. A horrible, fucked up, sexy as hell dream, sure, but a dream all the same. He was exhausted, covered with a sheen of sweat. Part of him felt like something was off, that he should get up, but he was still so tired. Within a few minutes, he was snoring gently, lying on the mess he’d made in his bed, still grunting and snorting a bit in his sleep—though he didn’t remember any other dreams that night.

When his alarm woke him up for school though, he found himself in a new nightmare—one that he wouldn’t be waking up from so easily. He didn’t notice the changes right away. He knocked his phone around until it quit beeping, then got up, vaguely aware that he seemed to be wading through a bit more laundry that he’d recalled being in his room. That, and there was a smell lingering, something stale, but mostly, he needed to pee—and so he headed to the bathroom, sat down, took a piss, and woke up slowly. He felt tired still, or heavy. He felt off, in any case, and when he finished his business and stood in front of the mirror, he gave a big shout of surprise when he saw his reflection.

It certainly wasn’t the face or body that he remembered having the day before, or at least the body he’d thought he should have had, the body he’d had before Jim and Bobby had fucked with him in the fieldhouse. It wasn’t as bad as what he’d turned into in the dream, but his boyish charms, his trim athletic frame, his hairless chest, all of it was gone, and replace by, well, he looked like a total slob! He had a thick beard all over his face and chin, his hair had grown out into greasy, shaggy locks that fell down around his head, he’d gained a good amount of weight, both fat and muscle, giving him a build that would suit him more as a linebacker than a quarterback. His entire body was covered with fur, and that stank odor he’d noticed since waking up was him—he reeked like he hadn’t bothered to shower for a week, including after practices. He wasn’t entirely naked—but he wasn’t wearing the PJs he usually wore to bed. Instead, he had on a damp, filthy jockstrap that looked like he hadn’t washed in ages—if he’d even taken it off.

He hurried back to his room, and sure enough, the place was a sty. His sheets were crusty with sweat and cum from his regular wet dreams. He found his phone, and sure enough, he saw a text message from an unknown number:

“Havin’ a good mornin’ piggy?”

It had to be Jim or Bobby. “What the fuck did you do to me?” he sent back.

A few moments later, a new message appeared.

“Go on piggy, you remember…”

There was a little jolt from the phone a few seconds after he’d read the message, and Chad’s head started pounding, making him collapse on his dirty bed. New memories were pouring into him, memories of playing on the defensive line on the school’s football team—certainly not one of the best, but he was good in a pinch. Jim, of course, was the new start quarterback, not Chad, and Bobby was the star of the defensive line. Chad didn’t really care though. Chad didn’t care about much. He was nearly failing all of his classes, so badly that he might get kicked off the team or even held back a year. Chad couldn’t help it though—he was just so horny all the time, you see. He jacked off six, seven, eight times a day, wherever and whenever he could. In fact, he liked it when it was public and a bit risky. The new Chad was completely gay as well, and in particular, he lusted after Jim and Bobby more than anyone else at school. The two brothers were near constant features in all of his wet dreams, and waking fantasies. He couldn’t stop himself, as the headache subsided, from pulling the pouch of his grungy jock to one side, thinking back to the hot fucking dream from the night before, and jacking off all over again, rubbing his hairy, sweaty belly, thinking about Jim plowing his ass while Bobby fucked his throat, until his little four inch cock shot another load all over himself. 

He was still hard. He considered having another go, but tore his hand away. He could still remember who he’d been, the life he’d had, but it was faded and distant. He wasn’t supposed to be this horny, slobby pig! He looked at the time, and realized that school started in just fifteen minutes, and Chad hadn’t even had breakfast yet. He threw on some dirty jeans and a cum stained t-shirt from the floor of his room and hustled down to the little pickup truck he drove, got in with his school things, and drove off. He knew he should just focus on getting to school, but his stomach had other ideas. He pulled through a fast food drive thru, ordered an obscene amount of food for breakfast, and scarfed it all down in the school parking lot before lumbering his way in the front, easily a half an hour late for homeroom.

That was normal for him now though. He staggered his way through his day, slipping off to jack off whenever he could, usually into the bathrooms during class, but he took a little risk and shot under the bleachers at lunch, while watching a couple of jocks from the football team throw a ball around on the field. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had all of these new urges that he couldn’t help but try and satisfy, that would short circuit whatever rationality, or morality, he tried to put up in their way. 

It was Thursday, and he didn’t see Jim or Bobby all day. He tried texting the number at least every hour, growing more pleading and more desperate as the day wore on, as he realized that this wasn’t stopping, that he could very well be stuck like this if those two brothers didn’t fix whatever they’d done to him. School ended, he went home, bought more fast food on the way there and stuffed himself, before locking himself in his room with his porn collection and jacking off for hours at a time, ignoring whatever was happening with his family in the rest of the house. Eventually, he fell asleep, and dreamed all night long, vivid dreams of the most sickening sex, waking up only when he was shooting another massive load helplessly, his balls throbbing, and falling back asleep to do it all over again.

Friday was much the same. There was no game that week, but there was a practice. Jim and Bobby were both there, and as much as he wanted to storm over and demand they answer for what they did, he didn’t trust himself to not fall right to his knees and beg the two brothers to fuck his brains out right in front of the rest of the team. He did his mediocre best at practice. It was impossible to focus on playing and the game when every hit and tackle gave him an instant hard on, or made him leak, or nearly made him cum at least once, when Bobby slammed into him and landed on top of him, grinding his cup against Chad’s ass for a moment before getting up off him. Practice ended, they went to the locker room, and Chad took his time. The brothers did too, and soon, it was just the three of them in the locker room together. The brothers were walking over, and Chad held his tongue, his heart throbbing in terror, anger, and lust. 

“Lookin’ good, Chad,” Jim said.

“Seems like ya took tah yer new piggish desires real good,” Bobby added.

“Fuck—what the fuck did you do? Please, just…change me back. I’ll quit the team, you can have my spot Jim, please, just…just make me normal again.”

Jim chuckled, “Fuck this ain’t that bad, Chad. Yer perfectly normal right now. Course, we could change that, turn ya intah a proper freak, just tah show ya what we can do.”

“That’s not what I meant, I…I’m sorry, alright? I don’t get why you’re doing this to me.”

“We know how you talked about us with your friends, Chad. All the shit you’d say behind our backs. We just want you to know what it’s like, bein’ the outcast,” Bobby said, “But hey, do what we say, ‘n maybe we can make things a little better fer ya.”

It didn’t sound like he was being particularly earnest, but it did give him a little glimmer of hope at least, that they could fix him. “You…you mean it?”

“Why don’t ya come on over tah our place tahnight, Chad?” Jim said, “I’ll send ya the address. We can talk more then, eh? Until then, here, somethin’ tah enjoy…” he shoved his sweat drenched jock right in Chad’s face, heard him snort, and the two brother’s laughed and walked off.

Not here, not like this, Chad tried to tell himself, but he was already hauling out his cock, sucking on the pouch, drinking down everything he could from it, tasting Jim, needing him more than fucking anything. He was close to shooting when the coach came out of his office to lock up and nearly caught him. Chad was forced to grab his things, run for his truck, and finish jacking off there. He thought about what might have happened if the coach had seen him, maybe punished him, maybe fucked him, fuck—he came, another huge load all over his dirty clothes, and he sat there, panting, trying to regain some kind of composure.

He checked his phone, and saw he’d been sent an address. He knew that Jim and Bobby lived in a trailer park near the school, but not much more than that. It was most definitely a trap. As hopeful as he was, he didn’t think they really had any intent of changing him back, no matter what he did. Still, he did want to see them. Wanted to service them. Do…anything he could, for them. No—he could fight this. He’d figure his own way to break this spell, and then he’d get those brother’s back for what they’d done to him.