After Brock closed the door behind his living chocolate guest, he
flipped his remote to cue up a very special video which came to life
on all the big screens in the workout room.
Weird Al Yankovich appeared on the six big screens wearing a fat suit
and singing the Michael Jackson parody song, "Eat It!"
Jeff swallowed hard.
"Strip naked, or mold yourself naked, whatever you do. Just get naked
and get on the treadmill. I bet you sweat chocolate and I want to
lick your chocolaty sweat off your hard chocolate body. I'll run with
you, see it's an extra wide treadmill. My folks had it built for two
so they could practice pacing each other for marathons - but they
never use it."
"Brock, you don't have to do this," Jeff said.
"No, I don't but according to my Chronivac settings, you just cannot
say no to me, ever. You just have to obey. See, you're making your
shorts vanish, and there's your cute little cock and balls. I can't
wait to see how that chocolate foreskin works. Now up on the
treadmill, I'll be naked too. Not to make you feel better, but so
that I don't get my clothing all covered with chocolate."
"Uh, huh," Jeff said numbly. He really couldn't resist. He had
thought it was so cool to be a chocolate man for a week, but now he
realized it wasn't even his own idea. It was Brock's idea, and he was
Brock's meat puppet- no not meat - 100% pure chocolate puppet, and
worst of all deep inside he knew that he really liked it, and was
really turned on by being owned and eventually eaten by Brock. That
was probably part of his programming too. "I guess resistance is
futile."
"Oh, yeah, Jeffy, at least for a week. Then when you're basically a
legless, armless chocolate torso or bust depending on how hungry I've
been, you'll be free of my control, but you'll still be chocolate
because the timer on your Chronivac will still be running down. Then
we'll see how you feel really. Me, I'm betting you'll feel the same
as now. Because I know you. Just the idea that your chocolaty
goodness is going to build these muscles will make you beg me to eat
you all up."
Jeff just licked his lips and stared at the now naked giant standing
next to him on the treadmill.
"So where shall be jog? The desert? The mountains? Vermont in the
spring time?" Brock asked. The big screen in front of the two
immediately changed to a computer menu offering options of different
jogging courses. The other video screens continued to blare out Weird
Al's rendition of "Eat It!"
"Vermont!" Jeff said.
Brock selected it.
"Good choice, Candyman," he said. Then he swatted Jeff's bare
chocolate ass hard. There was a cracking sound. He added, "Candyass,
a real candy ass." He bit into the chunk of chocolate that had broken
off Jeff's butt. The video and treadmill started up, and the two
started to jog while Brock chewed noisy.