The rest of the day, Richard went about his business as usual. He didn't acknowledge Chad's thoughts or attempts to communicate, except after dinner, Richard closed his door, flopped down on his bed, and flipped on his TV, opened his jeans and started to jack off. "Rude of me to eat without offering you anything, Chad." Then started jacking off. It wasn't until he was drenched with sweat that Chad's focus shifted to the television. Now he really freaked. It was a hidden camera video of him and his teammates showering in the locker room. Chad's horrified reaction had an undesired effect on Richard. His cock came to life again, and he managed to crank out one more load. He didn't say anything. He just watched the screen, breathing, and perhaps dozed for a bit.
Then he got up.
Richard said, "I need a shower, and so do you, Chad."
He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water soaked Chad plastering him to Richard's body. Then Richard turned and stepped back away from the spraying shower, and Chad seemed to melt into a gelatinous blue substance. It reminded him of those movies of the Blob or maybe the silver shape-shifting android in the Terminator movies. He was human again, well sort of. He was, as he was in the field house. He was blue and ungainly, and in full erection.
"Good, Chad, now you wash my back, and I'll wash yours," Richard said. Chad wanted to pound Richard, but he knew he was just a hollow man now, he could hear the water echoing inside his empty body. He realized why he was so ungainly, he was like an inflatable pool toy. That's why his dick wouldn't go down, he was fully inflated. He didn't want to be deflated. He didn't understand how, but he knew he was no match for Richard physically now, and no match for Richard's arcane powers. So he fumbled a bit with the liquid soap, and lathered up his hands and began scrubbing the back that he had been covering moments earlier.
"Butt too," Richard said. Then he added, "You've got a nice gentle touch, rubber Chad, I think I'll let you wash me all over."
Chad was horrified and pleased. He decided to stretch it out as long as possible. The longer he was in the shower, the less time he would be Richard's zentai. He was relieved to be temporarily free from the intrusion of Richard's mind. But his new found rubbery frailness made him want for the security of being wrapped around Richard's warm body. Maybe if Richard was really clean, Chad wouldn't feel so bad about being worn? It wasn't like he hadn't touched Richard's ass or junk before. The dude had farted in him, and cum in him. Damn, Richard was handsome. What the fuck had this rival quarterback done to Chad? Both his body and mind seemed to no longer belong to himself, and fuck, if it only mildly annoyed him.