Chad lay at the top of the box of soap bars for hours. Chris had been wrong, Chad was totally aware. If he ever was human again, he would figure out a way to turn those two tweets into soap, and personally scrub them away. He would not mind having two tiny cock attendants.
Chad fantasized about all the different things he would do when he was human again, not just revenge, but running, eating, breathing, having sex. Gawd, he didn't realize how much he had until now. He was horny, hungry, immobile, unable to sleep or speak - Chad felt so helpless- he was just a lump of soap.
Suddenly, a calloused hand grabbed him. The janitor? Should he try to communicate with him? While Chad was thinking it over, he suddenly was airborne.
"Here you go, Coach!" the janitor shouted.
Another big hand closed around Chad snatching him out of the air.
"Thanks, Manny. I do like to have my own personal bar of soap," said a masculine voice. It echoed strangely in the empty locker room.
Was it Sinclair, Sanchez, Thomas or-
Suddenly, Chad was raised up in the air between two fingers, it was the student teacher part time coach from the university. Coach Sal something. He was only a couple years older than Chad.
Salvador Cost sighed as he looked at the pink soap in his hands. It was Friday night, and that tiny bit of soap was his date. He put the living bar of soap on the top shelf of his locker in the coach's locker room. Then he headed off to the workout room.
Chad sat on the shelf in the dim light filtering through the locker door vent slots. He could see Cost's wallet, keys, some change, and his whistle on the shelf with him. Cost was gone for 4 hours.
Chad was surprised to see how muscular the tanned, black haired, lean guy standing naked in front of the open locker really was. The coach always seemed to wear loose baggy clothing. He also had some weird symbols tattooed on his body. Sal Cost was dripping with sweat. He had worked out his sexual frustration in the weight room. Coach Sinclair was a prude, and so were most of the school board. Cost needed this job to earn his degree, so he avoided letting anybody know he was gay. Damn, working daily around naked and half naked buff young men made him horny, so he wore the baggiest gear he could find to hide his nearly constant boners.
Sal took the bar of soap, and sat down naked at the shared desk, pulled out a pen knife, and began to carve deeply into the soap. He was a skilled stone and wood carver, and he used his skill to carefully inscribe his bar of soap, "Property of Sal Cost."
Chad was in agony as those letters and their meaning were burned into his soul. Not only was he no longer a man transformed into a bar of soap, he was property! He was owned body and soul by a student teacher almost his own age. It wasn't that it was just carved in his body, it was carved in his being. He knew he was Coach Salvador Cost's property, and that's what he was and would always be. He was totally owned. No, worse than owned, he was pwned.
"Well, Mr. Soapbar," said Sal admiring his work as he refilled his water bottle with Vodka, "Looks like you're my hot date tonight. Might as well get us both in the mood." He opened his laptop, and logged in.
Chad could only stare angrily, and worshipfully at its master. Damn, he was even thinking of itself as an it now instead of a human. Master Sal set soapy Chad down where it could see what seemed like a giant movie screen showing porn. It was just the laptop. The porn stars looked familiar.
Oh, gawd, thought Chad, that's Elise! I had no idea she was a pro when I had her in the wrestling practice room last week. The blond guy humping her moved and his bare bubble butt filled the screen.
"Yeah, Chad, show me your ass. I'd love to pop your cherry," said Sal.
Chad, thought he knows I'm soap. Then then the actor on the screen moved. It was no actor. It was Chad. Coach Sal must've put hidden cameras in the wrestling room, and recorded his date with Elise. Then there was video of Chad soaping up in the showers. He had thought he was alone, and jerked off. There were multiple angles. Cost had edited the videos together and added a sexy soundtrack. Chad was apparently Sal Cost's personal fantasy. Chad was horrified and mesmerized. As a human, he felt violated, but as Sal Cost's property, he felt happy that the Coach found his body sexually stimulating.
By the time the video ended, Sal was leaking precum from his erect boner. He grabbed the bar of soap, and went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.
Hm, true Love's Kiss? Could Sal be the one?
Sal stepped into the hot stream of water, and began to lather up.