CYOC - Chad Gets Slobbed

Here's some more CYOC stuff I've been working on, for those interested. This one starts a new storyline from a favorite branch of mine, "Chad's Got a Secret Admirer." 

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A little before four, Chad snuck his way to the field house, unlocked the door, and made his way inside. Calling it a field house was a little deceptive—it was basically a large shed where the school’s athletic department stored practice dummies and things like that. It was notorious as a sex spot for students, hence why it was always locked up. Chad found the space was empty—which gave him time to change into whatever his secret admirer had in the box. 

He’d tried to peek inside the box earlier, only to discover it was locked shut as well. Sure enough, there on a bench he spotted something bright. He went over, and saw a small key with a bright red ribbon attached. He tried it in the box he’d been given, and the little latch popped open. Finally! All of this for a little tail. Chad figured it had better he well worth the trouble. He opened the box, and nearly gagged from the smell that assaulted him when he did.

He put the open box down on the bench and waved his hand in front of the face. It smelled like the locker room at the end of the season, only worse. The smell was so intense it was actually making him feel a bit woozy. Curiosity still got the better of him, and he laid out the contents of the box, touching the clothing inside as little as possible. It was a wife beater, briefs, and a pair of socks, and all of it reeked to high heaven, and from the stains on the fabric, none of it looked like it had been washed by whoever had worn it. Stranger still, the sizes were much larger than anything Chad would wear. Clearly, this was some stupid prank, and any second now one of the guys from the team would jump out with a camera or something. Best to cut his losses and get out of here while he still had a bit of his dignity.

Only he couldn’t.

He couldn’t seem to move away from the clothes and back towards the door. He felt so hot all of a sudden, like he was burning up. The smell seemed to have only grown more and more intense now that the clothes were laid out, and without really knowing why, only knowing that he had to, he started pulling off his clothes there in the field house. He was too hot, too hot for this sort of stuff. In a few moments, he was naked, his clothes thrown off in a corner, and he stood there, looking down at the filthy undergarments, and he could feel the thought already forming in his head.

He should put them on.

No—no these things were filthy. He had no idea who might have worn them, that was disgusting.

He needed to put them on, didn’t he? They were a gift. They…they were his now…

With all of his will, Chad managed to turn away from the bench, tried to stagger towards the door. He needed to open it, at least get some fresh air in here so he could think, only to discover that someone had hung a full length mirror on the backside. He was staring at himself, only there was something wrong with the reflection—very, very wrong. 

Chad kept himself in excellent shape. You didn’t stay the most popular kid in school with the ladies by having anything less than a four pack at all times. Now though, his abs were simply gone, and there in their place, was a gut. A hairy gut. He always kept himself shaved, but all of his hair had grown back in a matter of moments and more. He ran a hand over it, felt how sweaty he was, and gave a little moan. He could feel it swelling, growing larger as he was standing there. It was happening to the rest of him too, his arms losing definition and turning pudgy, his defined ass growing wide. He couldn’t be sure at first, but yes, he was shrinking too, little by little, and his face—not his face! His handsome features were being swallowed by a thick, tangled beard, his nose and ears growing a bit larger, his hair growing long and matted and greasy. 

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. Instead, he turned around, in a daze, picked up the filthy briefs, and pulled them on, one chubby leg at a time, and felt the crusty crotch slide into place around his shrinking cock swallowed up by his fat pad and gave a little snort of pleasure. The undershirt went on next, and as his gut continued to grow, he could feel it filling out the fabric properly, until it was almost a bit too small on him, his gut losing the battle with gravity, a crescent of gut hanging out the bottom no matter how hard he tugged down on it. Then the socks, on his wide, massive feet. 

From where he was sitting on the bench, he had a perfect view of himself in the mirror hanging there, and Chad’s gut churned at the sight of himself. He was disgusting, a fat, hairy, smelly troll of a man. He looked like an entirely new person, he doubted that anyone who saw him would believe that he’d been the school’s top jock not minutes before. He needed to get out of here, he needed to get help, but he felt so relaxed. Relaxed and…and horny.

The musk was coming off of him now. He could tell, he could smell the sweat coming from his pits, recognize it. Chad had always had a strong musk after a game, but never anything this strong. He raised one arm, pushed his nose into his pit and took a snort of it, and felt his cock jump in the nasty briefs he was wearing. He pawed at the front, tugged them down underneath his hairy ball sack, and found that the eight inch tool he’d been fucking chicks with before had been reduced to a nub, just a few inches sticking out of his furry fat pad. Fuck, he was so wet though, he was leaking so much precum. He got his palm slick with it, raised it to his face and smelled it, licked it up, a distant part of him horrified, trying to regain control, but it was useless. He just smelled so fucking good, and he was so fucking horny.

He couldn’t look away from the mirror as he reached down and started jacking off. The more he stared at himself, the more he found himself attracted to his new visage in the mirror, as disgusting as he was. Still, no matter how much he stroked, no matter how much he leaked, he couldn’t seem to reach climax. Just as he was hitting peak frustration, the door swung open, and his secret admirer finally arrived with a grin on their face…