Chad simply looked up at Bruno as if in a daze. He’d been through hell the past week. It would’ve been easy to have grabbed his pucker and yank it up topside for a quick fuck, but instead Bruno stood back, his breath coming in hard from how turned on he was.
His intent was to help Chad, but the allure of having him in mattress form all to himself while he worked on brokering a way to free him from his former captors was incredibly appealing, and tempting. Still. Chad was his friend, and if he were in his shoes, the last thing he would want after being forcibly reverted into such a state was to be raped. Besides, Bruce had inadvertently molested the poor mattress not ten minutes ago.
So instead, Bruno halted undressing and took a tentative seat on Chad’s flank. He patted where his abs would’ve been, and kind of still were if you squinted. The transformation had seemingly added a padding to some of Chad’s more prominent features, like his abs or pelvic V. In addition to being hairless save for his head and brows, he was essentially just a big, squared blob of pulsating leather. With a cock, and still squirming fingers and toes, ears, and a face pulled over his front.
“So, how you feeling? Sorry about that on the stairs. I didn’t know he’d go for your dick man.”
Chad was covered in a sheen of sweat and still panted as if he were exhausted.
“It’s okay. You didn’t do it. Thanks for looking out for me.” He sounded breathless, almost constricted as if in too tight a corset. His mouth situation probably wasn’t helping.
“Can I get you anything? Food? Water?”
“A drink would be nice, yeah.” Chad didn’t have it in him to admit his stomach was still very much full of cum. Bruno disappeared out the door for a moment and the returned with a bottle and bendy straw.
“Here.” He bent the mattress upwards and supported it from behind, then held the straw to his lips as he sipped. Chad easily drained the entire bottle within seconds. Afterwards he panted some more, and then eyed Bruno from his awkward vantage point. His eyes lingered on his crotch, where his fly was half unzipped and a prominent bulge was on clear display. “Can…I do anything, to repay you?”
Bruno didn’t need a second signal. He gingerly lay the mattress back down and looked him over.
“You haven’t set you. So you’re still a bit malleable. One more jizz should seal the deal. Mind if I uh. Move anything around?”
Chad hummed in admiration. He wasn’t quite sure what Bruno meant until he watched the other man walk to his bottom and lift one of his corners, mindful of his toes. From there he reached underneath him and probed around for his rosebud.
“Bingo.” Bruno said as he pressed a finger into it. “Big breath for me, relax.” Chad did his best to comply, even exerting in an attempt to help swallow the digit. Bruno was so gentle; which was a foreign concept to the mattress at the moment. Most other guys had just plunged right it. Bruno even removed his hand to wet his finger again, and while it wasn’t lube, it did make the entrance to a bit smoother.
Once he was up to the second knuckle, he hooked it in and slowly began to pull, moving Chad’s asshole down his body, between what remained of his feet, and then up and over— right below where his twitching cock lay. Once that was done, Bruno began to undress again. He laid himself atop Chad and kissed around his mouth, licking and suckling, nibbling here and there the get the mattress good and hard.
Chad was utterly helpless but to moan and luxuriate in the feeling of foreplay. While in this reduced state, it’s true that his body craved cum, but few other football players had rewarded him with the opportunity for pleasure. Of course he would much rather be returned to his former glory and put this whole mess behind him, but if he had to be a mattress even for another week, maybe being Bruno’s mattress wouldn’t be so bad.