Josh thought about removing Chad less and less over the following weeks. Every time his mind strayed toward that thought, Chad would pleasure Josh. He figured he was up to ten orgasms a day now. No one seemed concerned that Chad had apparently disappeared either, nor that Josh never took his Speedo off.
Josh stopped to admire his physique in the locker room mirror. He flexed. When had he gotten washboard abs? He pulled his tight t-shirt off, Medium was too small, his chest and shoulders had gotten broader. How? Maybe he was still growing? He had been sleeping longer lately...hm?
"Looking good, Josh," Coach Sinclair said patting Josh's shoulder, "looks like we have an opening on the baseball team. Would you like to tryout?"
Josh opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"No need to answer now. We're still a few weeks out," coach said, and lumbered off.
Josh set up his webcam to record his sleep. In the morning, Josh was shocked by the video.
Moments after he dozed off, his head was covered in blue spandex. Then his zentai clad body leapt out of bed, and started doing calisthenics. No wonder he was getting so buff. Chad was taking control. Josh felt so violated. He did like the results, but he didn't like being used by Chad. How was Chad acting on his own? There had to be a way to...