After about 10 minutes of Chad's happy voice singing about the joys of being worn, absorbing sweat, and worshipping real men's manhoods, Raj was annoyed. Did Sanjit really think wearing brainwashed happy underwear was enjoyable? Raj managed to jack off a load into Chad, in spite of the annoying singing, and then Chad thanked him for his generous gift of cum. Raj had expected Chad to be disgusted, to curse, cajole, plead - anything but say "Thank you for your generous gift of your exquisite seed." He decided he would un-brainwash Chad , make. him remember who he had been and realize the pitiful thing he had become. Raj smiled, even as Chad sang on, he would.make.Chad suffer.
"So, Chad, you like being underwear?"
" Yes,, sir! There is no greater honor that to cradle a real man 's velvety penis and hefty testicles, and hug his muscular butt cheeks, " Chad said with great enthusiasm.
"When you were a real man, Chad, do you think your dumb jockstrap was happy?" Raj asked.
Chad balked, the underwear sagged in its support, but only briefly. He.almost remembered.
"Chad is real men's underwear. If I was a real man, I would hope my jockstrap would be as happy as I am being worn by you, Sir." Chad said thoughtfully. As if he could ever be anything but a real man's underwear.
Raj sighed. He took off.his.pants, and planted himself in his desk chair, tilted the monitor forward to give.his crotch and Chad a good view. He began googling photos and video of the high school's current MVP. As Chad's human life unfolded on the.monitor, the underwear tightened and loosened. Chad started to remember. It took hours. At last , Chad was sobbing. He remembered what he had been, he pleaded with Raj to help change him back. Raj said noncommittally that he might. Then he started.to.jerk.off. Chad freaked.
"But you thanked.me for the.last.load.I put in you. You really should be grateful that I am so generous, " Raj said with a mean laugh.
"But you know I'm Chad! You know I am really a man! I'm not really underwear! Gaaahck!" Chad gagged as Raj's newly massaged penis tented him. Salty, metallic pre-cum tasted acrid to Chad now. It was no longer exquisite.
"No, you are really underwear. You are my underwear now. You were a man, you were Chad, but now you are.undies. You are Raj's undies." Raj said as he blew another load.
Chad was.drenched,.soaked in cum. He was.so disgusted,.so humiliated. As the.waves.of Chad's horrified, defeated emotions and thoughts washed over.Raj, he found he.was.hard.again. Yeah, his undies were really getting him off.
Raj wore his undies, whom he.now.only addressed as undies, all week. They were grossly stained front and back by the end.of the week. Raj thought he had probably.com more times in this one week than he had in his entire life before owning Chad.
Chad was in hell. Sanjit's programming didn't.go away. It haunted Chad's mind. He struggled to remember that he was more than Raj's undies. He was grateful for.Raj's daily photologs and video.marathon's of Chad's former.life, while Raj jerked off.into Chad or farted. Raj made comments about MVP standing for most valuable panties, and that Chad was a true athletic supporter, and as he rubbed the fair fabric covering his butt that Chad should have been a tight end instead of the quarterback.