"Looking good, Mikey! Chad really hugs your tiny muscled body," Rick said as he came up behind Mikey, and put his hands on each of Mikey's leather clad shoulders.
Chad had been freaking as he molded to form fit Mikey's body. When he heard Rick and felt his hands massaging him and Mikey, his emotions turned fury. Rick was involved. He helped do this to Chad. He was Chad's buddy, not Mikey's. Rick and Chad were always mocking, humiliating, and using Mikey and his holes.
"You wanna listen to whiney motocrossboy, Rick?"
"Not especially, Mikey. I think I'll let Chad rant himself out for a week or two. Then after he's used to hugging your body, drinking your sweat, and living only to have you inside him, then maybe I will be ready to listen to Chad thank me for helping him find the place he was made to fit."
If Mikey had turned the app off mute then, they would have heard Chad shouting NO! NO WAY! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS!
Rick's right hand slid down Mikey's spine, which was now covered by what used to be Chad's inner thighs but were now the back of his motocross jumpsuit, goosed Mikey.
"Aw. Chad hasn't formed your back fly yet," Rick sighed. "Well, you concentrate on Chad forming a back flap or fly for easy access. Then when I fuck you hard, you'll blow your tasty load into Chad, and my old buddy will become a happy cum addict. And he will forget about anything besides your cock filling him. Right?"
"Well, that's what the spellbook you gave me says," Mikey said uncertainly.
Rick spun Mikey around, and knelt down eye level with Mikey's crotch. He studied the the leather crotch bulge. Then he grabbed either side of Mikey's crotch and pinched hard.
Instantly, Chad's face appeared embossed on the crotch of Mikey's leathers.leather. Rick was pinching Chad's cheeks, and his agitated expression conveyed the anger, pain and humiliation which his sealed silent lips could not.
"Sweet!" Rick exclaimed, as he let go of one cheek to pull out his phone and snap a photo before Chad's face vanished as the spell resumed making Chad into Mikey's custom fit motocross suit.
Chad was furious and horrified at his situation. His ass was glued to Mikey's ass, his mouth was wrapped around Mikey's junk, his torso was split and twisted around Mikey's legs, and his arms and legs were all over Mikey's torso and arms. What Rick had said caused a sudden realization for Chad: when Rick fucked Mikey through the seat of his motocross leathers, he'd be fucking Chad's ass too. He remembered a drunken conversation he and Rick had about making the perfect sex slave, a real slave's slave who lived for slave cum, and would be elated to eat a real stud's cum out of used condom. Chad had no idea at the time that Rick planned to make him into the perfect slave boy. After a few months, as Mikey's jumpsuit, Rick would change Chad back into a human, Chad was sure, and he was sure that he would by that time probably be Rick's willing obedient slaveboy.
He sobbed. He was already terrified of the moments he would be empty while Mikey showered or used the toilet. He was only whole with a man inside him. Why couldn't Rick have worn Chad, why did it have to be Mikey? Mikey of all guys. Could it be any more humiliating?
"Oh, Mikey, seeing Chad finding himself as your leathers is so fucking hot, I kinda need a BJ now," Rick said reappearing and clapping his hands on Mikey's shoulders and pushing down.
Mikey was on his knees, his mouth opened. He was grateful to Rick for giving him Chad. Without the app, Mikey couldn't hear Chad, but he could feel Chad's warm, throbbing body squirming and shrinking to remold the Most Valuable Player on the football team into the waterboy's form fitting clothing. Mikey could feel Chad's cold sweat, and shivering in fear, anger and horror, as he went from big man on campus into nothing more than a worthless waste of space's clothing. Mikey considered himself worthless compared to the jock studs he serviced. But now the biggest jock stud Chad was not a jock stud anymore. Mikey owned Chad, and it was all thanks to the guy standing in front of Mikey shoving his cock in Mikey's face.
Slurp!
It took only a few minutes to drain Rick. Then Rick wiped his sticky cock on Mikey's leather clad shoulders. To Chad it felt like Rick ran his half hard cock across the soles of Chad's feet. The transformation spell seemed to have made Chad more ticklish than usual. He burst into laughter.
Mikey was still on his knees, Chad's raucous laughter tugged, stretched and squeezed Mikey until he blew his own load. Chad's laughter stopped the moment the cum exploded inside his mouth. He froze horrified as he tasted and absorbed all of Master Michael's delicious cum. Then he sobbed uncontrollably. He resented that he was following Rick's plan for him exactly as Rick planned.