Chad really didn't want to be completely flattened. He was helpless and could only hope that they would be pleased with his performance, and decide to make him human again. He swallowed three load from Rex, and then Rex used him as a urinal. He swatted Chad's cheek for spilling some of the hot torrent, but he hadn't given Chad any sign that he was going to piss, and since his cock had started to get soft, Chad assumed he was done. Having only a neck and head seemed to only intensify the pain of the swat. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
Chad serviced two more of the West High players, but the fourth merely patted his crotch, and said soon.
The van was shut up again, but this time the interior light was left on. The van started up, and drove a few hundred yards. The doors opened, and Chad saw a line of football players waiting. He was going to service the whole West High team. His jaw ached. He lost count of how many cocks filled his mouth, let alone how many loads were swallowed or how many gallons of piss he consumed.
"Steve, your van seems to have a leak," said one of the players outside the van. Some voices talked and then laughter.
"Chad's pissing away our piss and cum!" exclaimed one of the players.
The van continued to rock, as the latest athlete took his place in front of Chad's disembodied head.
Chad was a mess. It was dark. He had no idea what time it was when he finished taking the last player. He knew Rex had returned twice, but really wasn't sure how many other repeat customers he serviced.
Finally, the team captain and opposing quarterback got into the van and closed the doors behind him.
Chad licked his sore lips.
"Hungry, Chad? You been waiting all day for this, right? But you'll have to wait a bit longer," he said taking out a shiny black smart phone. Chad shrugged, as best a disembodied head without shoulders could. Some of the other players had already taken photos or videos, so why should he care about this guy taking another one.
BING
It seemed like electricity coursed through Chad. His flattened body came unstuck from the ceiling, floor and walls of the van. He gasped.his black rubber body began to swell and reshape. He gasped in a thin whisper, "Thank you." Air was again in him, he could speak.
"Don't thank me yet. You can thank me after you take my cock, Chad."
Chad was staring at the other quarterback's crotch and at his phone.
"Oh, sorry there's no app for you. I just text Marco, and he does whatever he does on his end to make the changes. See, I want you to graduate because we'll be on the same team at State in the Fall, and you're my roommate, already arranged everything. Don't even think of backing out, or you're permanent upholstery. Understand?"
Chad nodded. He could speak now, but his throat had been rubbed raw, and just the two words he whispered had really caused him pain.