Dirk is a dick, thought Chad gloomily. The cum imbedded in him was still cold damp and tacky, but around the edges of the wet spot had started to dry into a crusty substance. It seemed to pinch his "body" as it dried. Chad clung tightly to Dirk's prone sweaty body. Dirk snored. Chad was really a friggin' wrestling singlet. He was his neighbor's property, he was owned. This couldn't be happening. He had gotten used to Dirk's body odor, and now unable to sleep (did clothing ever sleep?), Chad found himself studying the torso that he was wrapped around. Chad found himself thinking about how nicely proportioned Dirk's chest was, and the pert nipples tenting him felt great. Well, if he was going to be Dirk's singlet, he might as well enjoy it, he thought grudgingly, "Like I've got a choice."
As Dirk's body stilled in its movements, Dirk's dreams and subconscious poured into Chad's. The jerk was replaying the events in his dream that turned Chad into his singlet. Whoa! Important stuff, the "Company" that boxed Chad up and delivered him had told Dirk it was reversible. Chad prodded softly, "How?" The dream shifted. If you are unsatisfied or tired of your living garment, it can be returned to its former human state, simply by putting it back in its delivery box. The dream shifted, Dirk was now getting a blow job from Chad. Chad was thrilled to have a human body again, even if Dirk was degrading him as a sex slave, sex slave beat singlet any day, thought Chad. Dream Dirk was bigger and hunkier than real life Dirk, he grabbed Dream Chad's head, and spun him around. Chad felt Dirk's powerful hands on his hips, and then Dream Chad's cherry burst. Hot, pain, thrusting. Warm goo filling singlet Chad again woke Chad from his dream state, Dirk was having a wet dream. His body was jerking and twitching as it humped the mattress.
Chad felt so dirty, he just wanted to go shower. He stopped as sleep walking Dirk entered the bathroom in mid reach for the shower valve. Chad had control of sleepwalking Dirk. The box? Where was it? Chad looked around the bedroom. The trash can was empty. As quietly as he could, the sleepwalker descended from the upstairs, and went out the back door. Chad rummaged around the recycle bin, and found the box that had sucked him in at the bottom. Dirk hadn't kept the box. He had never even considered returning Chad to his human state. Chad was angry, frightened, and oddly turned on. The box represented escape, and uncertainty. Dirk's body warmed him, it represented security, he was owned, he had nothing to worry about. Chad mentally shivered, Dirk's body shivered too. Chad had no idea if he could take himself off or not, but if he could, how could he get Dirk to put him in the box?
Maybe he should hide the box? Maybe he should try escaping now? The longer he stayed glued to Dirk's body, he knew it would be harder to leave.