Brock was scanning through his personal computer album of his
chocolate conquests. The most recent photo was Jeff's. The album
page consisted of Jeff's senior year book photo, a clandestine locker
room snap from Brock's iPhone, and then a series of shots of Jeff as
living chocolate in various states of being eaten with the final shot
of Jeff's head in the freezer next to Mike's and Barry's heads.
"Hm, I cannot believe I've hungry already," Brock said rubbing his
swollen belly, and then adjusting his cock and balls which were being
crushed by his belly as he sat wide legged at his desk chair. "Let's
see who's on the menu."
He began flipping through his yearbook. He had already sent
Chronovacs to the primary victims of his bullying. He supposed he
could maybe finish off the nerds in the Chess Club, but then he saw
Chad's smug face.
Chad was a jock like Brock. Brock still considered himself a jock,
even with the few extra pounds he was now sporting. Of course, he
considers Russian weightlifters and Japanese Sumo wrestlers jocks.
Chad was the guy most people envision when you say jock. Blond, blue
eyed, broad shoulders, tall, lean muscled, and with his trademark
cocky grin. In the photo from the water polo team, Chad stood there in
his bulging skimpy sky blue Speedo with his dark tanned body, and
Brock found himself grinding his teeth and salivating. Chad could
almost be made of chocolate in the photo. This would be easy, Chad
lived just a few doors down.
Brock switched on his Chronivac and tuned in Chad with special
amplified dish antenna. He grinned. Chad's annoyingly perfect stats
autopopulated Brock's screen. He grinned and said, "Now to tweak you
just enough so that you'll be chocolate in my hands, ChocoChad."
Then he started typing.
The next day Chad signed for the Chronivac that had been delivered to
his house. He couldn't exactly remember ordering it, but he knew he
expecting it. He set it up in his bedroom, and immediately began
going through the settings.