"Gee, thanks, Mr. Booth, I can't afford to buy my own uniform," Randy said as he handed the box from he Chinese Laundry to Randy containing CAM.
Chad was terrified. Randy was a huge stinky pig, and had been when he was kid. He was eight years younger than Chad, which meant Chad had already spent nine years as Mr. Booth's uniform.
"We go put it on. Don't worry it's been professionally cleaned," Mr. Booth chuckled, "And it's designed to wick away your sweat, so don't wear underwear or you'll end up with a rash. I learned that the hard way," he lied. He just wanted Chad to have unfiltered crotch sweat.
Randy stepped behind the screen in the janitor's office and began to change. He chatted with Mr. Booth getting the gossip on which faculty and staff could cause him trouble.
"Oh, Coach Sinclair is due to retire, but he tends to be really particular about his prize jocks. Wants you to treat them with kid gloves, but as soon as their season is over and they're ready to graduate, Sinclair doesn't care what you do or say to them. Last year during senior week, I soaked their Speedos in some copper sulfate solution and dehydrated it. They get together wearing only their Speedos for a pool party awards ceremony. Of course, you know what happens when copper sulfide gets wet, it becomes pentahydrate copper sulfate turns blue and releases heat. So all these buff seniors went screaming and peeling off their burning Speedos running naked out in the campus. I got it on video. They of course blamed the Chemistry nerds. Earlier in the year the principal cut the chemistry budget to give the Water Polo team money for new gear, so they were the logical suspects. Coach Sinclair, only because they were seniors and of no use to him anymore, put it down to "Senior Hijinks." If it had been the juniors, there would have been fully investigated."
"Arrogant jocks!" said Randy as if it were an dirty word. He was naked now and stepped into his new uniform. It had cleaned up well, Randy figured it couldn't be more than a few months old. Then he sensed Chad's existence. Chad was surprised how much Piggy's cock did grow.
"Mr. Booth? This uniform really is that bastard Chad Masters?" Randy asked as he managed to pull the zipper up and sit down to put his boots on.
"Yeah, you knew him?"
"Yeah, I lived next door to him as a kid. I was glad when he disappeared almost ten years ago. But knowing that he's eating my sweat, piss and farts for as long as I wear him, that's wonderful! Thank you, Mr. Booth! Oh, and he's bitching now about how much it hurts stretching to fit around my girth. I think I'll celebrate with a KFC 20 piece, you want anything, Mr. Booth?"
"Well, ain't that a coincidence, Randy," Booth lied, he had recommended Randy for the job because of his former hellish relationship with that bully of a neighbor. The fact that Randy Ian Patrick Edwards name spelled out the word RIPE was a happy coincidence. "I've already eaten, you run along and get your chicken. No need to change. CAM's gotta used to his new owner's body.
"Now you be sure to wear CAM everyday, sometimes I'd wear him at home. Oh, and if you want to cum in him, feel free he's superabsorbent, and when he dries there are no cum stains."
"Cool, I really, really, really, appreciate this. I'll get the chicken to go, and see how he deals with staining."
Randy left.
Mr. Booth laughed.
A half hour later, Randy was on the mattress in the back of his van with a bucket of chicken jacking off with one hand and eating with the other, and Chad was in hell. Through the window of the van which was parked in Randy's parents' driveway, Chad had a view of his former bedroom window. He wondered if his parents still lived there? Had they preserved his room for him? Would he ever see it again? Or was some stranger living in his room now? Had he been forgotten.
"Oh, yeah!" moaned Randy. Revenge and fried chicken were dishes best served cold. He managed to blow six loads before he passed out drenched with sweat and exhaustion. Chad was having trouble absorbing his new life sentence, he figured Booth lied about Randy being able to change him back, and Randy was enjoying this way to fucking much.