The full-moon was a night of surprises, and disappointments. Coach Cost's spell worked perfectly, but he didn't know it.
Chad had been transformed into another guy's boots supposedly to help him develop humility. Humiliation doesn't necessarily make a person humble. In Chad's case he was fuming. After a month of being worn by Standish and Snake non-stop, the boots reverted to human form. Except he was in two pieces, and each half of him was impaled on one of Snake's feet. He thought he would fuse his two halves and be human again. Instead Snake said something about needing a new pair of shoes. The next thing Chad knew he was a couple of new snakeskin boots custom fit to the punk's feet.
Snake had heard every word Chad had said. He smiled evilly as the boots on his feet had grown into Chad's upper half and lower half. The upper half was red with rage waving its fists and shouting. It reminded Snake of a scene from a horror flick. The inverted lower half was all kicking legs and flopping dick and balls. It was right out of s pornographic slapstick comedy. Then they shrank in the moonlight into perfect copies of the snakeskin boots he found online.
He got up and did a little dance in his new boots. Partly to express his joy, partly to remind Chad that he was owned. The thought of really owning Chad had Jason rock hard. He pulled off his expensive new boots, and started to jerk off into the one that was still screaming at him.
Snake hadn't expected to see Chad as bisected human. He had expected the army boots to just morph into his desired snakeskin pair. It was a bonus. Oh the 90 lb weight on each foot briefly caused some discomfort but it was totally worth it. He owned a nearly 200 lb All-star Football Player Jock Stud. After he broke Chad properly. Snake figured his summer job at the fish farm would probably do the trick. He had to wear waders for hours as he tended the fish pens on his uncle's fish farm out in the Louisiana bayou. The fish pools and pens reeked to high heaven, and the summers were so hot and humid that he usually went commando. Yeah, three months as form fitting rubber waders submerged in those disgusting murky fish farm waters with his only solace the naked man inside him. Yeah, that would break Chad.
Coach Cost hadn't understood Chad at all. He didn't realize how a month as Standish's boots would just piss Chad off. Only after being worn and changed and worn and changed against his will again and again would Chad be humbled. Of course, humility wasn't really Snake's goal. He was planning to break Chad. Get a nice obedient slave boy and a nice pair of boots to boot. He snickered at his unspoken pun.
Damn, just thinking about the future slave boy Chad had his throbbing cock oozing. Snake smirked, and pulled the boot that was Chad's upper half off. It immediately went in to its tirade.
"Coach Cost promised I would be human. Now change me back this minute, Snake!" Shouted the boot.
Snake slid his rock hard penis into his shiny new boot. He began sliding the boot back and forth with the soft lining rubbing against his velvety penis.
"Oh, you'll be sorry when Coach Cost finds ou-aaaaagh!" Chad's tirade was cut short by Snake's spurting cum inside him. He gagged but absorbed every previous drop. When he was human, he would pound that Snake boy. That thought came out wrong. Chad suddenly had the image of him and Jason naked wrestling. Both had erections, Chad managed to pin Snake. Then to Chad's horror and surprise he positioned himself over Jason's penis and rode Snake's snake. He was doing squats on another guy's penis. A second load jettisoned into the boot. Chad's thoughts derailed.
"I like the way you think, Chad, I wouldn't have taken you for a power bottom. Sometime I may even let you spend a month as a human again to act that scene out," chuckled Snake, "but now it's time to take you for a workout. It's line dancing at the Eagle tonight, and I suspect Stenchish and his sidekicks Horst and Carter will be there. I've got a bag of roofies with their names on it."
"Nuh, puhleash," Chad began still absorbing Snake's massive loads as Snake slid his foot back inside his now dry boot.