Chad woke up sucking his own cock. His eyes were wide open. He couldn't believe he had 2/3rds of his cock in his mouth. He had never been able to do that before. SPLOOGE! Yum, it tastes so good. He swirled the load around his mouth like a fine wine before swallowing. He got up, and walked over to his closet door frame. He grabbed a pencil and marked his height. He was at least 6 inches shorter than the last time he measured himself. Chad ran to the bathroom, and weighed himself. He'd lost over 50 lbs. He took his morning piss. Then he headed back to his bedroom, he saw the shiny green thong lying twisted on top of his sheet. He put it on. Chad knew that none of his other underwear would fit him now. His clothing was all too big, but maybe he had something from middle school that still might fit. He found a pair of shorts from his PeeWee Football days that fit, along with an shrunken old Superman shirt. He plodded barefoot down the hallway to go down to the kitchen, and get something else to eat. He sniffed as he walked by his older brother's bedroom door. It was a jar, and a scent that Chad equated with tasty food wafted from there, and Chad stopped in the hallway. The scent was making him salivate like a Pavlovian dog. Quietly, he pushed the door open. Brad lay half dressed on his back on top of his covers. He was holding an empty Foster's can. Brad's jeans lay on the floor. His morning wood was sticking out of Brad's boxers' fly. Chad followed the smell. He bent over his brother's crotch, and sniffed the erect penis like it was a fine cigar. Brad snored. Chad smacked his lips. Before he knew it, Chad had deep throated his brother's cock. Brad's cock was limp, when Chad licked the last dribble off the tip. He smiled as Brad snorted in his sleep and rolled over.
Now with some warm cum in his belly, Chad paused to wonder why Brad was home. Normally, Brad stayed at his fraternity, except for holidays. Brad's phone pinged. Chad walked over, and picked it up. There was a message from one of his frat bros.
"Yo, B-man, you get the new houseboy yet? We're all anxious to break it in."
Houseboy? Chad smacked his lips, there was a whole fraternity waiting for him? He needed more.
Chad left Brad. He went down to the kitchen made toast, while biting into an apple. He swallowed the apple, but found himself throwing it all up in a few seconds. He drank some water. Then he tried to eat his toast. He couldn't keep any solid food down. He remembered one of the men at the spa had said something about Chad being on a liquid diet when they were done. What had they done to him? Was Brad's frat responsible? Why would Brad do this to him? So many questions? Chad needed help to figure this out.
Chad was still hungry. He paused