It looked like that exchange student what's his name? They giant farted. The warm hot air filled him with stench. His eyes wanted to water, he wanted to puke. The giant walked over to the open laptop on the desk. There was a photo of Chad naked a blue popping major wood. Chad thought he looked hot. He missed his dick.
"Oh, please get over yourself, Chad, you're underwear now, and the only dick you will ever know from now on is mine," said his wearer.
"You can hear me! Why couldn't I hear your thoughts before?"
"Argh! I'm talking to my underwear! I hadn't planned to do this. Well, time to start your reprogramming tighty whiteys formerly known as Chad," the giant said, as he touched the screen of his laptop.
"What do you mean formerly known as Chad!" Chad shrieked.
No response.
Then music erupted in Chad's brain, it was soothing music. So soothing it seemed to stifle his thoughts. A voice said, it sounded like Chad's inner voice. Chad realized the words he was hearing were on the laptop screen, a box next to them was checked Repeat.
"A happy pair of underwear is a full pair of underwear.
Farts smell great, don't they?
Mm, precum, undies love being jerked off into.
Happy undies are full undies.
Undies like a warm cock and balls in them all the time.
Undies love hugging two globes of flesh.
The only full moon undies long to see is a big butt inside them.
We are undies.
We are worn.
We love being worn.
We are happy undies.
(And it went on and on and on)"
Chad found himself repeating every word. It was mesmerizing. He tried to fight it. He tried to shout that he was Chad. But he was undies, we are undies...