Chad hurriedly opened his locker, stripped off his sweats, then stared at his now oversize wardrobe. He glanced at his watch, he had maybe 5 minutes?
"Whoa! Chad? What the fuck happened to your dick?" gasped a familiar male voice.
Chad broke into a cold sweat. He grabbed his shirt and covered his crotch.
The male laughed, "Dude, you literally got nothing to hide. Now the locker room will fill up any second, so close the locker and come with me now!"
Chad quivered, he felt compelled to obey the strong masculine voice. He closed the locker picked up the sweats, and started to put them on again.
"Leave 'em, pussy boy. They don't fit, I saw you wearing them earlier. I'll get you something that fits later, now double time follow me," and he broke into a run.
Voices were getting closer, guys were coming out of the showers.
Chad dropped his clothing and sprinted after "the one who must be obeyed." He didn't know why he had to obey him, he just knew he did.
The laundry room door was around the corner from the showers, and Chad went through that door moments before the first dripping wet guy came around that corner to grab a towel.
"Quick, hide in this washing machine. It's broken, repairman is coming next week. Get under the towels, and be quiet. No one but me will look for you in there."
Chad climbed in and got under the towels. He who must be obeyed reached in and adjusted the towels to conceal Chad. Then he closed the door to the machine. He shook his head, he'd heard Clyde referring to Chad as his pussyboi but until he saw Chad, he hadn't considered it possible. Chad was at least 30 lbs smaller, smooth all over and had a camel toe where his oversize cock once hung.
He licked his lips, and wondered what it would be like to fuck the new pussyboi. He took a deep breath. First things first.