Chad knew if the owner put him back on and wore him for six months straight without washing him that Chad would never be human again. He didn't know if not being worn would let him change back or not. He just couldn't let himself be worn, no matter how much he wanted to be worn. He had to move. He looked up at naked muscular buttocks that he wanted so badly to fill him. Then his mind screamed NO!
The master's cell phone rang. He had left it in the bathroom. He went to answer it. Chad was alone in the room. He had to escape. He concentrated, and managed to undulate a half inch. He sighed. It was ten feet to the bedroom door next to the bathroom door. It would take him all day to get there. But underneath the bed was only a few inches away. He had to hide. Chad wiggled, scrunched and slowly inched himself under the owner's bed. He could hear the owner's voice echoing in the bathroom as he conversed on the phone. Chad doubled his effort in three quarter inch increments, Chad managed to propel himself under the bed and out of sight.
"But to get there in time, I'd have to leave now, and I'm not even dressed," whined the owner.
" Yes, I understand. I'll come right away. " click.
He reentered the room, and headed toward his bed. The bedpost was empty. Maybe he left them in the bathroom? He spent only 30 seconds looking for Chad. Then he opened his underwear drawer...