Chad was looking at the options, and had this odd urge to try turning himself into living chocolate. He really wanted to share himself with somebody. His eyes drifted to the framed newspaper page with the story about him. Also on the sports page was a photo and story about Brock, he looked at Brock's photo and licked his lips. He began typing. He would try being chocolate for a week. He thought about going over to Brock's to flaunt his delicious body, but it was already 85 outside.
Feeling his body starting to get waxy as it began the transformation from flesh into chocolate, Chad headed down the hall to crank up the A/C. He saw Brock's truck pull up at the curb. He licked his lips and dashed back to the Chronivac.
Range detects three potential human subjects. The first one was Chad. The second one was the neighbor, Kyle- maybe Chad could have some fun with Kyle later. The third was Brock. Chad had to act before Brock drove off. What were the odds that Brock would park in front of Chad's house just after Chad got a Chronivac and turned himself into chocolate. Chad grabbed a Reese's peanut butter cup, and thought about Brock being peanutty goodness inside Chad. He began typing.
Brock glanced at his watch. If Chad was anything like Barry or Jeff, he should be coming out the door in about 20 minutes all chocolaty and ready to be devoured by Brock. He suddenly felt very relaxed. No need to hurry. He'd just sit back and let things take their course.
Inside his house Chad was dashing around like mad to get ready for his guest. He knew how much Brock loved chocolate, and he wanted to prepare something special for Brock. Chad jacked off dark chocolate syrup into a coffee mug with the words "SUPER JOCK" on the outside. He grabbed some Nilla Wafers, and turned them into chocolate filled Oreo-like cookies. He was so horny, but he wasn't sure how many loads his chocolate balls could shoot before they went dry. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed Brock's phone.
"Hey, Brock, it's me Chad. I really need to see you. I've got to tell you something, but you won't believe me over the phone. You have to come in person. How soon can you get to my house?"
"Huh? Chad? Uh, this is unexpected," Brock babbled. Chad was inviting him over? Well, it was too hot for Chad to try to get to Brock's house. The thermostat in the car now read 92, while the A/C blasted at 72. He licked his lips, it might be fun to eat Chad in his own home, and then bring his head back in an ice chest. Damn, he was hungry for Chad. He paused, and said, "Well, this is your lucky day, Chad. I'm in the neighborhood. I should be at your place in a couple of minutes."
"Great, I'll leave the door unlocked. Just come in and go to the kitchen. Help yourself to some hot chocolate and cookies. I'll be down as soon as I am able."
"Able?"
CLICK.
Maybe he's already started to melt? I'm sure his folks have A/C, but maybe it wasn't on? Or Chad does have a sauna in his basement, doesn't he? Brock speculated a moment or two fearful of Chocochad reduced to a chocolate blob. He turned off the engine, and headed up Chad's walk. The door opened easily, and he entered.
"Chad?"
"Straight back to the kitchen. I'll be right down. Hot chocolate's cooling on the table- you can microwave it if need to."
Brock heard an upstairs door close. He shrugged, and headed to the kitchen. It was freezing inside, A/C had to be down to 60 or something. Hot chocolate would be perfect.
There was still steam rising from the Super Jock mug when Brock entered. He was already sporting a boner. A wet spot appeared on his jeans as he smelled the hot chocolate. He picked up a chocolate filled sandwich cookie and took a bite. It was a particularly flavorful filling. He smacked his lips as he devoured three cookies and drank half of the hot chocolate.
He sniffed. Something smelled like peanuts. He lifted his armpit and sniffed. He was sweating peanut oil? Nah, probably, Chad's mother or someone had been cooking earlier with peanut oil, and the smell was just lingering in the kitchen.
Brock heard footsteps, and then a voice came from just outside the kitchen.
"Brock, I don't want you to freak," Chad began.
"No need, ChocoChad. Now get your chocolate ass in here so I can see you, and taste you with my eyes," Brock ordered.
"How did you know?" asked ChocoChad as he entered the kitchen.
Damn, he was hot. Brock was sure that Chad's muscles hadn't been that sculpted before. He must've used the Chronivac to make himself more muscular. Brock's eyes drifted to Chad's tented Speedo.
"Dude! Did you make your cock bigger?"
"Just a tad," Chad admitted, "How did you know I was chocolate?"
"Who do you think sent you the Chronivac, ChocoChad? Now, lose the Speedo, and let me see the naked chocolate stud who will soon be inside me!" Brock ordered.
"Sure thing, Peanut Butter Brock, only I prefer peanut butter filling me up," Chad said slyly.
Brock had a weird feeling. He looked down at his now smooth peanut buttery golden skin.
"Lose your clothes too, Chunky," Chad ordered.
NO! screamed a tiny bit of Brock's mind. He obeyed. He was naked living peanut butter. He got out of the chair leaving behind two giant bean shaped peanut butter butt cheek imprints on the seat. He glanced down at the seat, but it seemed weirdly normal.
"Two great tastes that taste great together," chortled ChocoChad. "Now let's go down to my basement for a workout, Brock. You up to some submission rassling?"