"Good evening, Massah Chad!" said the silhouette, as he stepped closer reaching for Chad, he was recognizable as the school janitor. Chad's mind raced, who the fuck was this low-life to do this to him, and what the fuck was he going to do now? The big black man peeled off his shirt, and stripped down to his boxer shorts. He laughed, and said, "I think I'll go commando tonight, bet you'll like that, white boy!" The boxers vanished, and he reached for Chad again.
Damn, thought Chad as he was lifted off the hanger, the dude is fucking huge.
"You bitched at the principal that my uniform needed to be replaced, so guess who's my new uniform?"
Fuck, no, you cannot, I am a-mphummmun pbping! Chad shouted as the giant man filled him up. You're too big.
"What can I say, Chatty Chaddy, I like my clothes tight, and you're mostly Spandex now, so you can wick away all my sweat, as I work. Now I've got to clean this whole locker room by myself, so you're going to get quite a workout."
What the fuck did I do to you?
"Lemme see, boy, first off you disrespected me the day your sorry ass first came to this school. I would've done something sooner, but I've got school spirit, and you were our best football player. Now the season's over, and you were going to graduate anyway, so no compunction about turning you into something now. Thought about giving you to that kid whose jockstrap you tied in a not? But he already bought a new one. And then you went an' bitched to the principal that my old uniform was stained and tacky looking. I s'pose you didn't know I've gotta pay for my own uniforms. You even found one in a uniform catalog that you suggested I buy. The fucker costs $389. Where was I gonna get that kinda money. Principal said I had until Monday to get it, so now I got it. You be it, sucker, and I'm gonna wear you until I retire. Then I may change you back, turn you into something else or sell you to the new janitor. We'll just have to wait and see."
But the coach, my friends, my parents, the principal - people are going to be looking for me, thought Chad desperately.
He hadn't expected the man wearing him to start to get hard.
"Oh, yeah, they're going to start checking to see if you're a janitor's uniform? Where did you disappear from? The field house, but I've got alibis. I weren't at the field house since yesterday. Went by your locker last night, and left you that letter though. Still you didn't disappear until this afternoon, and I was nowhere near here until now. Heh, heh. Might be fun to watch though. I hope they do search for you. Maybe a couple of your arrogant buddies will end up suspects. Kill two birds with one stone, if I get rid of you and at least one other obnoxious kid. Now these floors ain't gonna mop themselves."
He grabbed the big wheeled metal bucket and filled it with the hose attached to the janitor's sink. Chad knew that the janitor's room was right off the locker room, but he had never been in it before. It was an office, a store room, and a changing room for the janitor. He wondered how old the guy was. Especially since he had said he'd wear Chad until he retired. Chad was hoping he would be retiring soon.
"Only if I win the Lotto, white boy!" laughed the janitor.
Oh, fuck, he can hear all my thoughts!
"Duh, why do you think I called you Chatty Chaddy? Hell, it's better than most soaps hearing you rant. Still if I get bored, I got my tunes to listen to instead." He shoved an mp three player with earbuds into a pocket in Chad's arm - or in the arm of the uniform at least. Chad could feel his body parts, but they were all twisted and flat and hugging this big black man's body. He wheeled the soapy water to the far side of the locker room then he took the mop and started mopping the concrete floor. It was backbreaking work, and the Spandex uniform was soon buried deep in the janitor's butt crack. Sweat was drenching Chad, and the black janitor. Chad was sore from the stretching he was experience with every strong movement.
"Fuck it, boy, you don't really even know my name do you? You keep thinking of me as the black janitor!"
Well, do you know my full name? asked Chad.
He chuckled and strolled over to Chad's locker and opened it with his master key. There was Chad's clothing from the field house. The janitor reached into the pocket of Chad's pants and extracted his wallet. He pulled out the driver's license and chuckled, as he read, "Chadwick Aloysius Masterson" - CAM, will be my new nickname for you. Now to take a break, and give Cam the shaft."
No, gawd, fuck no, please Mister!
"Please, Mister Who?" the janitor teased.
Chad racked his brain. He must've heard the name at least once.
Mister Wilkes?
"Heh, heh, Wilkes? Close, but I liked Mr. Lincoln. John Booth is my name - not John Wilkes Booth. Where the heck is your mind at?"
I think it's stretched all across and up in your ass to be honest, Mr. Booth. He didn't add that the man's shaft was stretching his mouth from the inside out, but he did convey that imagery, and Mr. John Booth laughed heartily and started to rub his shaft through the fabric. Pre-cum began to leak, and Chad realized to his horror that he could taste it, and at the same time feeling spreading through his body as he started to absorb it. He could no longer speak clearly, his mouth and mind were stretching to accommodate that massive black man's growing timber.