Chad traded the rubber dick for Tyler's flesh one, and regretted it immediately. Apparently, Ty was so eager to check on Chad, he had't bathed lately.
About three minutes later, Ty's cock was softening and cum was dribbling out of Chad's right nostril.
"Good boy, let's see if your ass can drain a cock as well as your mouth did," Tyler said
Chad was ecstatic, "You're going to change me back into a man? Thank you."
Tyler snorted and picked up the hood, and replied, "Well, at least from the deck down, dummy." He zipped the hood into place, and then pulled the zipper all the way around. The hood came off, and the suit vanished. The rubberheaded Chad had a human body with Coach Hanniball on top of him.
"See Chad the zipper only restores what is below or above it - not both. There is still a way you can be a real live boy, but first, let's see if you can get the coach to come by just moving your ass muscles," Tyler said and then he paused, "Right, you cannot speak anymore. Raise your right hand." Chad raised his hand, "Good, now answer yes by raising one finger, and no by raising two. Can you work your ass muscles to make Coach cum again?"
Chad raised his middle finger.
"Then do it, dummy. We'll talk about your attitude later.
Chad was silently clenching, unclenching and bucking until the coach let out a gasp indicating an orgasm. Tyler lifted Coach off Chad, and into a nearby chair. Yep, Chad had done it. Tyler shoved his cock into Chad's waiting, dripping ass.
"Now do me!"
Chad held up a peace sign.
"Fine, you want to spend a couple weeks as a CPR dummy, fine by me."
Chad madly shook his fingers: two, two, two, one, one, two, one.
"Okay, stop, will you milk me with your ass cheeks now?"
A defeated Chad raised his index finger.
"Good, pussy!" said Ty slapping Chad's butt cheek and shoving his cock in all the way to his pubes. "Now do it!"