Danny raced home, and went through a handful of Vaseline and a box of Kleenex blowing load after load from his new MVP.
Chad woke sore and stiff in the dark. He had a something crusty dried all over his face, and try as he might he couldn't raise either arm to wipe the dried gunk off. His head throbbed with what felt like the mother of all hangovers. He recalled Danny calling Chad "his MVP". Then offering various different meanings for the letters.. "...used to mean Most Valuable Player, but you ain't a player no more. Now I guess it means Most Velvety Penis, or maybe Most Vertical Penis?" He said a lot of other stuff too, but Chad couldn't hear his words over the sound of rushing blood, and his vomiting out gallons of what glue. Nah, he couldn't really be Danny's new hefty penis, could he? He recalled looking up at giant Danny's grinning face, and later seeing his reflection as a massive penis sticking out of Danny's torso in the bathroom mirror before Danny started to piss. It was impossible, but it was happening. It felt like hundreds of gallons of hot salty urine just flowed through him and out his mouth. The acrid aftertaste in his mouth nauseated him. Then Danny's greased hand grabbed Chad around his cylindrical body, and began pumping up and down. Chad had gagged and passed out.
He was still attached to giant Danny, but he was under a heavy tarp or sheet. At least Danny was naked, so Chad wasn't restrained by that nasty jockstrap. Danny was just lying still. Duh, it's dark, Danny's sleeping in the nude with a sheet and blanket over him. Damn, he wanted to get the covers off. Suddenly, Danny kicked off the covers. Chad was staring up at the poster of a girl in a bikini mounted to the wall over Danny's bed. Damn, she was hot. Wait, drool formed in his mouth. He spat it out. It wasn't drool, it was a drop of Danny's precum. Chad felt nauseous. He thought of football stats, and he started to relax. Oh, fuck he had been Danny's erection, now that he was softening, he was lying flat among Danny's pubes. He was still a bit chubby.
Hm, Chad thought about getting rid of the covers, and Danny had kicked off the covers. Maybe Chad could control Danny while he slept? He tried raising Danny's arms, but nothing. Even wiggling a finger proved futile.
What had Ms. Murphey said in Bio Class about the nervous system anatomy. Chad wracked his spongy little brain. Something about a lower ganglia in the back that acted like an auxiliary control for the brain. Danny's brain was closer to his arms, but Chad and the legs were closer to the ganglia. Maybe Chad could control Danny's legs?
He concentrated on getting up. Danny's legs swung over the side of the bed. He stood. Chad was falling. Danny was stumbling toward the wall. Chad concentrated on standing still. Danny stopped moving inches before hitting his desk and bookcase. Chad stayed in motion for a bit. After all he wasn't human anymore, he was Danny's big dick. He swung upside-down between Danny's thighs. Chad focused on being still. Once he stopped swinging. He got his bearings. He spotted something that might help him, if he could figure out how to use it without hands.