Chad was stunned. His big brother had turned him into a cock ring. Okay, he hadn't meant to, but apparently the candy that Rick gave Chad had taken affect, and all that was needed was an instruction as to what to change Chad into. And the keyword was "cock ring". Now that was what Chad was, and his brother thought it was magic trick or joke or both, and had put Chad on over his own massive shaft, and tucked him behind his big balls.
"Mmm-ggggwwwd-bbwdd-" Chad found it difficult to speak with Brad's junk shoved through his mouth and out his ass. It was so fucking embarrassing. It got worse, when Brad heard and felt Chad's attempt at speech.
"Cool, it's a vibrating cock ring. Aw, it stopped. Wonder if it's random or if Chad's got a remote?" Brad said. Then checking his watch, he added to himself, "Oh, cripes, I spent too long in the shower. I gotta get dressed, and get going."
Chad concentrated on projecting his thoughts to Brad without speaking, but he wasn't too successful. The random vibrations from the cock ring had Brad blushing at the massive tent in his trousers. He finished dressing, and hopped on his motorcycle. Chad was totally in the dark after Brad pulled his jeans over his mesh undies. He bounced around, listening to the engine roaring just below him. He didn't realize how loud a motorcycle sounded at crotch level. At last the bike stopped. Brad must've driven to the outskirts of town or maybe the next town over? Chad heard gravel under Brad's feet, and then the music exploded around him. Brad was at a techno dance club, and the music blared. Chad cringed. Techno was so gay. In fact the only technomusic club that he could think of was the gay club half way between Chad's city and the next town. Yikes! Brad was in a gay club?
"Oh, fuck no!" shouted Chad as his brother began to dance, and banged his crotch into someone else's soft butt or thigh. "Damn it, Brad! I'm not really a cock ring! I'm your brother CHAD!"
Brad moaned as his cock ring began vibrating like mad. He was totally erect with his cock tenting and straining at the tight fabric of his jeans. His dance partner noticed, and suddenly, a powerful hand grabbed Brad's crotch. Brad's throbbing cock pumped out a hot sticky load saturating his jeans, and flowing down his shaft and on to his cock ring. The cum touching Chad disgusted him, and gave him a drunken buzz. The guy was still gripping Brad's now shrinking cock, and Chad could feel the giant fingers behind him clutching Brad's denim pants. The hand pulled away, Chad slid out from under Brad's shrunken balls. As Brad's cock drooped, Chad found himself sliding downward, then he was falling down the trouser leg, and out the bottom. He hit the dance floor rolling. Flashing disco lights, blaring music, and giant stomping feet everywhere. Chad's head was spinning, as he rolled.
If I can escape this dance floor thought Chad, I'll change back into a man, right?