Jason yawned and started snoring.
Chad relaxed. Jason or Snake was fast asleep. Maybe he could control the guy's body? He hoped. He concentrated on Snake lifting his right arm. Wait, he probably thinks of himself as Jason. So he concentrated on Jason lifting his arm, nothing. Chad concentrated on another way of gaining control of the sleeping punk. Suddenly, Jason's arm rose, and his hand moved to his crotch and he adjusted himself. Oh, Chad realized, his deep concentration had caused the pouch to tighten to the point that the sleeper reacted. Suddenly, Chad felt hungry. He wondered if he needed cum to change back, or if that had been incidental to his previous changes. He was hungry.
Jason started to dream. Whoa, thought Chad. Jason was dreaming about a school dance in the gym. He was dressed in a tuxedo. He doubted that Snake even owned one. He couldn't recall seeing Snake at any of the dances. He decided to join the dream. Oops, I'm naked, Chad realized and ducked behind the punch bowl. He tried to imagine his blue suit, but instead he ended up in a rubbery version of his football uniform, or maybe it was leather? He pursed his lips, and stared down at this lace up football shorts that only barely covered his butt cheeks. His uniform was nothing like this. He looked inward into Snake's mind. Snake had never been to a football game, he didn't even watch it on TV. The football outfit was from a pornoflick from the 70's or 80's. Apparently, Chad's wardrobe was limited to Jason's memories. Maybe that's why he couldn't control Jason. Maybe if he studied the memories.
"Hey, wanna dance, Karen?"
"Why thank you for asking, Jason, I would be delighted," said Karen Sinclair in Snake's dream.
Well, he's got good taste in women, but I need him to cum, and I am not sure if that's how Jason's dream will end, unless I help, thought Chad.