Chad drowned in cum. Cocks buried in mouths and asses. In between his owner jerked off. Torrents of hot cum erased all thoughts of humanity.
Bruno's week long Spring Break Party was mostly a cockfest. It was technically coed, so Chad had attended last year. It was hot with all the writhing young bodies and limitless bottles of alcohol. Hot asses, hot cock, cum flowing like wine. It wasn't just Bruno's classmates - it was practically every male in the county between the age of 18 and 25 from every high school and college was there to get laid. Chad had almost ended up with cock in his mouth and ass after a few drinks, but his date Megan pulled up his pants and dragged him away for which Chad had been grateful.
Today he was a cock ring. Today all he wanted was cum. Every day he wanted cum. He was a cock ring.
That was all he coherently remembered as he woke up lying on a hard flat surface. He felt parched. He tried to sit up. He blinked. He looked around. He was still a cock ring but for the first time in what felt like ages he wasn't worn. He still wanted to be worn, to drink cum, to be the perfect cock ring, but he remembered being human. He remembered being Chad. He wanted to be Chad again more than he wanted cum. He struggled to stand. He somehow managed it after nearly an hour of wobbling, wriggling and bending. He was on a giant dresser. No, it was a normal dresser with a mirror attached. He walked toward the mirror. He looked kind of like a maple donut with tiny arms and legs, and a tiny cock and balls hanging down. His arms and legs were too short to reach his morning wood. He tried closing his mouth and clenching his buns. The hole in the donut squeezed in side to side then up and fown, then side to side again. He belched and farted simultaneously. He nearly toppled over. Fortunately, he managed to catch himself on the glass. He looked at his reflection. The donut hole was smaller. The fleshy donut cake part looked bigger.
"Did you fart?"
"Whu? Huh? Go back to sleep you can wear the magic cock ring in the morning."
The two male voices came from behind Chad. Where there was a dresser, there usually was a bed. There were two giant guys in the bed, and at least one of them wanted to wear Chad. He had to escape. He looked around the nondescript room. It could have been a guest room in Bruno's house, or one of the two guys' rooms, or maybe a hotel room.
A mobile phone was charging on the dresser, but Chad couldn't figure the code out. He tried a few times, but only succeeded in locking the phone. He looked over the edge of the dresser. It was a long way down. He decided to try to shimmy down the power cord for the phone. He found his round body and short limbs made the climb too difficult. He fell, bounced on the carpeting and rolled under the bed. It hadn't been vacuumed for a while. There were lots of dust bunnies. Chad belched and farted a few times. Each time he felt bigger, but he was exhausted. His head ached. Flashes of all the guys with open mouths and spread butt cheeks filled his mind as he remembered his ordeal and existence as a cock ring.
"I can't believe you wore Chad all week without letting me wear him," whined one of the voices.
"I haven't slept in days. Chad's a magic cockring. Wearing him makes you super horny. As long as I was wearing it, I had to have sex. If you put it on now, neither of us will get any sleep. Now go to sleep, Lovebug," said the other voice from the bed above Chad. The springs creaked. There was a loud sloppy kissing sound.
The other male voice said, "Oh, alright, goodnight."
Chad dozed too.
This time when Chad awoke he was under the bed, and it was still dark. His arms and legs were longer, and while his mouth and ass were still connected, he no longer had a donut hole in the middle of his body. He stood, and banged his head on the bottom of the box spring mattress above him. He bent over and exited from beneath the bed. His height apparently doubled, but he was only about a foot high now, far short of 6 foot 3 inches.