"Man, that Brad is a pig. I know he expects me to police his gear and
lock up his locker, but that's not part of my job description. What
the f-ing h-haha, it looks like a Chad in the Box!" the cage/towel boy
Micky exclaimed as he picked up the black box.
He pushed the lid down closing Chad inside, and then he began to turn
the crank. It was slick with soap or some other liquid, so he had to
grip it hard. Chad was in total agony. He knew he was leaking precum,
and he wanted to cum so badly, but with his cock twisted into a crank,
he knew that wasn't going to happen.
"Fight, fight, fight!" chanted Micky as the football fight meldoy
played.
Chad popped up. Micky instinctively leaned back and laughed nervously.
"Oh, man, these football jocks have it so easy. I wish I looked just
like Chad," he gasped as he felt his body pull away and start to
shrink. There were now two Chad Jock in the Boxes sitting on the bench
in front of Brad's open locker.
Chad really wanted to scream. By his count he had granted 3 wishes,
but to three different people. He needed to grant 3 wishes to one
person if he ever wanted this nightmare to end.
The assistant coach Steve Vernon strolled by, and muttered about Brad
being a slob, but he stopped and picked up the identical jack in the
boxes. He studied them impressed with the quality.
"Hm, I wonder who made these. I bet they'd be a great fund-raiser for
the team if we could get them cheap enough. These two are both of
Chad. I wish we had a jock in the box for each player.
Chad had a horrible feeling deep inside, and so did Micky. Instantly
every player on the team roster vanished from where they were and were
transformed into jock in the boxes and appeared in Coach Vernon's
office. Coach Vernon's jaw dropped when he entered his office and
discovered the 40 jock in the boxes. Each box had the respective
player's team jersey number embossed on the lid. He was laughing out
of fright and glee. Fright because he couldn't figure out how anyone
got this many boxes into his office without him seeing in so little
time. He had only been out of his office for about 2 minutes before he
returned with the Chad Jock in the boxes.
He sighed as he sat back in his chair. He looked at the Chad in the
box he was holding and asked, "Do you know how all these jock in the
boxes got into my office? I bet you do know. I wish you could talk
and tell me."
"Oh, thank gawd, Coach, don't say another word. All these jock in the
boxes used to be players just like me," Chad in the box explained,
"They're here because you wished them here. I've been cursed to grant
wishes-" the rubber headed doll explained.
Coach cut him off, "Wishes! Then I wish I had a million bucks!"
There was a thunderous stampede of hooves as a million frightened
stags appeared in Coach Vernon's office. Between the antlers and
hooves, the coach was reduced to a bloody pulp smeared across his
office and the locker room floors by the charging elk. Many of the
other jock in the boxes were trampled, but Chad and most of them
simply had gotten scuffed and knocked to the side.
"Whoa! Who was that?" asked a familiar voice.
While Chad could now talk, he was still little more than a cursed toy,
and he couldn't turn his head. "Coach Vernon, as if you didn't know.
Now I granted him 3 wishes: 1) to have more jock in the boxes, 2)to
talk, and 3) for the million bucks.
"Actually, I granted the last one said the other Chad in the box,"
formerly known as Micky.
"What? Why did you do that?"
"Because I could and I had to. I couldn't not grant the wish," sobbed
Micky.
"Oh, two Chads? Now I wonder what'll happen if the copy gets his
wishes granted first and becomes Chad? Will there end up being the
Chad twins or will he wish you were someone else or simply bury the
real you?" laughed the young man responsible for all of the football
team's misery.
"Oh, c'mon, why am I still a jock in the box? I granted three wishes.