As Rico climbed up on Chad ready to do the deed, the mattress shifted.
"Damn, forgot the drill holes. Your holes have to wait, mattress boy," Rico said.
"Whatever you say, coach," babbled Chad, "drill me when you're ready."
"Oh, I will," laughed Rico, "I wonder if he knows I'm literally going to drill holes to screw him to the table, or if he means drill as in fucking him silly? Coach? Maybe he means football drills? That's probably it. Unless he's a masochist or a closet case, I don't think he'd be eager for either other option."
Carefully, Rico lined up and marked with chalk pencil the holes on the old mattress with the same spots on Chad's matteess underside. Then using the screws, he twisted them in using a screwdriver to make perfect entry holes. Chad was in his plastic state, and would retain the holes even after Rico removed the screws. He then mounted the Chad mattress to the table using a power drill.
"There good and tight. Now you're not going anywhere, Chad?"
"Why would I go anywhere? I feel great just lying here," Chad said euphorically.
"Yeah, you say that now, but when I seal your curse, you probably won't feel the same way. That's the really cool thing about the curse, while you're in your rubbery moldable state, you are totally wasted. But once I seal you in your new form, you will be your old self- correction- you will have your old personality and thoughts, but you'll be stuck as a mattress. If you don't want to be a mattress forever, you had best do as I tell you. I just wanna teach you a lesson, and have some fun at your expense."
"Fun sounds good, lessons sound boring," Chad said.
"For a mattress, you are pretty chatty, Chad," Rico said as he tightened the last screw.
"Chaddy Chad! Good one!"
"Okay, funny guy, tell me you want me to fuck you silly," Rico said.
"Of course, I need you to fuck me, silly," said Chad the mattress.
"Is that really you speaking, Chad?" Rico asked.
"Of course, it isn't Chad, it's the daemon you summoned to curse him. It's fun pleasuring a cursed soul only to dash its joy by leaving it transformed and helpless forever after I receive your seed as payment and seal him in this form forever."
"Forever? But the spellbook said I can break the curse and restore Chad whenever I like. It's not supposed to be permanent," Rico said with alarm.
"Oh, forever until you break the curse. But you'd be surprised how rarely people actually break the curse, that's why I said forever. It's forever until it is purposely broken. It doesn't expire or anything like a temporary curse or spell would," Chad explained, or rather the daemon possessing him did.
"But the curse is reversible, right?"
"If you're dissatisfied with my work, I could perhaps try a shift that you would like to keep permanently?"
"That's not it. I want him to know that it could be permanent, so that he's beholden to me when I do decide to reverse it."
"Ah, transactional. I suppose there are better ways, but he knows that it's permanent, and you're not just saying it," Daemon Chad said in a disappointed tone. "I always get sad when I know my creations will be undone, but knowing that this stud will end up a total cunt after a month or two sort of makes up for it."
"Uh, It's only for Spring Break. At least that's the plan, but there will be hundreds of horny guys using him all day, so he should be a total count in a week."
"Hundreds?" Daemon Chad said in a sinister yet hopeful tone.
"Maybe thousands?" Posited Rico.