The wheel barrow strained Tony's muscles as he pushed his hefty cargo from his pickup truck to the field house. Chad wasn't really aware of his surroundings. He still could have been in the gay bath house for all he knew. As a sexdoll, he was really only aware when a cock was in his face or ass. He could hear the cum sloshing around inside the blue rubber sack that was his body, but that just meant he was being moved, not used. Tony undid the lock on the field house with his shiny new key. He was the new assistant coach. He needed an assistant to order around who would work for cheap, that would be the reconstituted Chad. Good thing no one at the bath house had thrown him out in the years since Tony abandoned him there. He really hadn't meant to abandon Chad, but until now he hadn't had a reason to go back. He giggled as he imagined his old football captain stud, now the Michelin Man in the flesh. He wasn't exactly sure what shape Chad would be in if the reconstitution spell worked. He might be the young stud that he had been, but Tony doubted it. He figured if Chad was lucky, he'd be Sumo-stud, but more likely from the looks of the rubberman, Chad would be just a fat-ass lard bucket.
"No, not lard bucket," Tony corrected himself as he wheeled Chad across the dusty field house floor to where he had drawn a circle in the dirt. He dumped Chad out of the wheel barrow and into the circle. There was a splooging sloshing noise as he landed, and some cum oozed out and his Tony in the cheek.
"Oooh, looks like Chad needs one last refill," Tony undid his fly and pulled out his cock. He looked at the blue blob, it was hardly the sex toy, he once was, still the thought that he'd be Chad again soon was making Tony horny. He muttered "Heads or tails." Then after a quick survey of the goo oozing out of Chad's ass, he decided heads. He checked his watch, and grinned. Almost midnight. He started face fucking the former football star. In the distance, a bell tower tolled. The doll blinked. Tony felt the mouth start sucking, and just stood there as Chad slowly returned to life. He felt Chad's tongue move, and heard the slurping. He grinned. Chad's eyes were glazed over and oblivious to the task he was now actively fulfilling.
"Good boy, Chad. That's a good cum-bucket."
Tony petted Chad's head. The rubber mass was getting stringy, sort of like a mop. Eventually, it would differentiate into individual blonde hairs. Tony giggled wonder what Chad's first words in 5 years would be. He grinned, as the blue skin faded to a pale salmon. There was a loud stinky fart from the back end of the fat slob sucking studly muscleman Coach Martinez's cock. Chad blinked. His eyes no longer glazed, He stared up at his buff teammate, and then down at his fat hideousness.
"Remember Chad's rule. Never start anything you don't plan to finish?" Tony Martinez said with a scowl pointing at his erect penis. "Finish the job, Chad!" he ordered.
Chad looked sick but crawled back on his knees to swallow Tony's cock and finish the blow job he started.