Chad stood there immobile for minutes, maybe hours. He was like solid plastic or something. He was freaking. A fly had landed on his face, and was currently nonchalantly walking all over his eyes and nose. He could see, feel, and hear, but he couldn't move.
"Yo, Chad!" shouted a male voice, followed by a heavy swat to his right blue butt cheek. Chad couldn't turn to see, and he wasn't sure to whom the voice belonged. It continued, "Feeling blue? Well, I'll make you feel better soon. Well, I'll make me feel better soon. How you will feel, really doesn't matter to me. Now let's spread those pretty blue butt cheeks of yours."
"Nuh,Ni, Ni, Ni!" came a muffled series of squeaks from Chad's sealed blue lips.
"Ah, you are excited that I'm going to pop your cherry!" laughed the male voice. It was higher pitch than Bruno or Rick, but damn, why couldn't Chad place it. He felt his frozen butt cheeks pulled apart to reveal his rosebud. Was that blue too, he wondered? The hands left his butt cheeks, but they remained spread apart.
"Ni!NI!NI!NI!" Chad chanted in a soft muffled terrified tone.
"Yeah, Chad, this will probably hurt a bit at first, but it will get much worse. See you're shrink to fit."
"WT!" came the muffled shriek from plastic Chad as his rosebud was violated. He felt the strange cock filling him. His eyes would have widened if they could have as the guy pushed deeper. The strangers pubes were crushed against Chad's back and butt cheeks. Then thumbs and fingers pried his hole open further, and Chad felt the stranger's balls enter him.
"Muh,fuh,mufh, mpft!" moaned Chad. He felt the guy's cock and balls growing inside him. It wasn't possible. The guy must be a giant. Chad felt the back of his head bump against the stranger's chin. Chad realized his feet were no longer on the ground. He could feel the guy's hands growing bigger as they held him by bis hips. He felt his head sliding between the giant's growing pecs. He was sure he would be torn apart by the giant manhood growing within him. Suddenly, Chad realized the guy wasn't growing, Chad was shrinking. Shrinking to fit?
The guy couldn't make out Chad's muffled noises anymore. The back of Chad's head rapidly slid between the guy's abs, and bumped against his innie belly button. Most guy's had innies, thought Chad desperately trying to think whose cock and balls were filling him.
Suddenly, Chad realized his arms and legs were gone, he was nearly completely wrapped around the guy's manhood. He felt the cock head pushing out of his torso and up into his throat. In horror, Chad realized his head would soon be filled with cock head.
"YES!" roared a thunderous voice from high above Chad. "Now to make it permanent!"
A giant hand enveloped Chad and began jerking. The giant cock inside Chad grew slightly bigger, and then the taut shaft surged. Chad could feel the hot liquid coursing up the shaft. It exploded in his head, and seemed to coat his entire insides, and soak through him, and he felt different. Chad felt different. He was owned. This was permanent. He'd never be a jock again? No. This had to be a prank. Then the spent cock softened, and dropped forward. Chad remained tightly wrapped around the shrinking cock and balls. He now was looking downward. He had been looking outward. If only it was upward, maybe he could see the guy's face. He looked down at the dirt field house floor, and the track pants around the guy's ankles. He couldn't really even see his shoes. Hands appeared and pulled up. Chad gasped as he was plunged into darkness.
"I'll come back and grab Chad's stuff after practice," muttered the guy to himself, "I'm already late."
He started to run. Chad hugged tightly to the nuts and cock inside him. He was going to be the best cock snood, or penis cozy or whatever he was that he could be. He remembered a couple of guys in the locker room had been sporting new manhood snoods, but he hadn't paid much attention. Now he was wondering if they were guys he knew transformed into snoods too?
"You're late!" shouted Assistant Coach Martin, "Five extra laps!"
But who? Chad was owned, but by whom? Bruno wasn't on the football team, and any laps he did would be in the pool. It wasn't Rick. His erect cock curved like a banana, this guy's cock was straight when hard. Chad lost himself in the rhythm of the running man. The cock and balls jiggled gently within him. He was whole. He was happy. He got crushed a few times that afternoon. Practicing tackling he figured. He could hear voices, but he wasn't paying attention anymore.
It wasn't until light him in the face, and he was staring into an open locker that it hit Chad again that he had been an athlete like this guy and and the naked guys on either side of him.
"So you got a snood too?" asked Dale. He was a JV player, and he apparently had the locker next to Chad's owner.
"Yeah, fits like he was made for this."
"He?"
"HUh? It, why'd you call it he?"
"You called it he."
"Nope. You're hearing things."
Fingers spread the elastic holding Chad around the guy's cock root, and like a rubberband he snapped and flew head first into the metal locker. His head pancaked and he dropped to the bottom of the locker. Chad was disoriented in the dark, and then it was light again.
"Quick, Dale," said another voice.
Dale reached in and fished out the tiny bit of blue fabric lying on the locker floor between the giant blue Nike cleats. He picked it up and stared at it.
"Try it on?"
"No way," Dale said raising the opening to his lips. He blew inflating Chad like a balloon.
"Fuck it looks like Chad's face!"
"Ew! You put your lips on that!"
"Oh, shit, he's coming back! Better put it back now!"