Josh grumbled as he unlocked the gym door at 5 AM. This was Chad's fault, he thought angrily. Well, Chad had gotten his comeuppance, he thought with a smile. He decided it would be best if Chad's lockers were emptied. He wasn't sure where Chad had put the note Josh had left him. He cleared out the school hall locker on the day he left Chad in the showers for the team to use, but he hadn't forgotten about Chad's team locker.
His jaw dropped when he saw Chad when he opened the locker. Except it wasn't Chad. It was a 5 foot tall plastic bottle shaped like Chad. Josh laughed.
"I wondered what happened to you?"
"Josh? What happened to me?" Chad tried to say. Josh blinked. He heard the sound coming from the big bottle cap shaped like Chad's head. He stepped closer and put his ear to Chad's plastic mouth.
"Say again, Chad?" he said wondering if it was Chad or his imagination.
"What happened to me?" Chad said. The words were muffled like Chad was gagged and sealed in a box, which he kind of was.
"You tell me what happened last night. Then I will tell you," Josh said. He glanced at his watch 5:10AM. No one would be here until 5:30- correction Chad was already here. He was the only one who got here at 5:30, the rest came at 6:30, and before Chad started coming in at 5:30 am, Josh didn't have to be here until 7 am.
"My teammates showered. They used me up. They ripped my head off," Chad recounted. Josh grinned, but was silent. Chad continued, "When I was empty, Josh, Gus and another guy (Chad didn't want to say who) jacked off into my empty body. Then they got some of the other players to do so too. And they left their bottle of cum in my locker for me to use as body wash."
"Is that all?"
"I dreamed that I could still feel all the teammates who showered with me, and that as they jacked off, I absorbed their cum. And I felt like I was growing."
"Well, you did grow. I wonder how many loads you absorbed to grow into a five foot tall - well, really four foot all bottle of cum or is it body wash. Your head is about a foot tall, and you're not exactly proportioned," Josh said as he tipped Chad's big plastic head backward to open him up. He sniffed, "Smells like body wash. Guess, I'd better hurry, if I'm going to empty all the soap dispensers and fill them with you, Chad. We'll see how big you get when you're absorbing the cum from every guy in the school." Josh laughed evilly.
Chad discovered he couldn't even speak softly with his head opened this way. Josh returned with the plastic reservoirs from the regular physical education locker room shower stalls, and using a ladle filled them with white liquid from the bottle as Chad's now unscrewed head still flipped open lay on the bench. Josh hastened off, leaving Chad decapitated. Then returned with empty body wash bottles from the recycle bin. He used a plastic funnel to refill them with Chad's white liquid.
Chad felt weird: his jaw was bent open to the extreme, his eyes and nose were upside down on a locker room bench staring at his decapitated body or a distorted plastic bottle version of it replete with his embossed plastic boner. He was also strangely embarrassed, and thrilled. Embarrassed that this had happened to him, and thrilled that he was alive. Maybe if every guy bathed in Chad, he would turn back.