Milo had developed a deep tan to his olive skin. Being homeless meant a lot of time in the sun and that meant getting a tan, as Milo’s skin tone could attest to. The same tone that the new bar of soap resetting beside the partial used Chad colored soap now sported.
The bar of soap was the same color Milo was because that soap was Milo, his name even embossed on the top of his new self. The Milo soap had that same soap smell as the Chad soap but a slight hint of Milo’s musk, just like the other soap had a slight hint of Chad, under the soapy smells surface.
“Huh? Wha...I’m soap now too?!” Milo yelled in his mind. The soaps weren’t touching so they weren’t able to communicate.
“Oh my god oh my god! This can’t be happening! They know Chad is that soap but no one knows this one is me! I’ll be used to nothing unless they use Chad and he tells them!” Milo was panicking, trying to move, to do anything at all but his form didn’t respond.
As time went on, Milo’s panic started to be replaced with something he hadn’t expected; need. He was growing more sensitive all over, a horniness slowly clouding his mind. He even leaked pre..well soap pre as a small fizzy puddle of soapy bubbles leaked out of a hole on the bottom of his soap form.
“Just...just one wash. A quick one. Just...need to feel it once”
A little bubbly soapy puddle had formed around the bottom of the lighter flesh colored and tanned flesh colored bars of soap on the bench, leaking from a small hole at the bottom of both, the soaps forgetting about being human as they both thought one thing in their horny haze
“Wash with me, I’m soap. Wash with me, I’m soap” over and over in both their minds...