Chad felt a turbulent motion inside his body, and he heard a sloshing sound. His limbs and body stiffened and he fell on his backside immobile.
"Hey, Chad, I can see you're gelling. Literally, Chad, that's what's happening to you. Your skin or husk or whatever you want to call the outside of your body is now nothing more than a blue plastic bottle. And your DNA, organs, mind, even your soul are all mixing to form a gelatinous stew inside your bottle body. You may recall our homecoming game? I think it was your coach who said something about wishing he could bottle you, well that's what gave me the idea. Chad the star jock stud in a bottle. Oh, and lookie here, you even thoughtfully provided me with a handle."
Chad recognized the voice, and immediately guessed what Richard meant when he said Chad had a handle. He wanted to scream, but his lips were sealed. He was just a rubber bag of whatever - gel? Richard grabbed Chad's erect blue penis, and hefted Chad's bottle body off the field house floor. There was the sound of an engine, and Richard's black Escalade roared across the dirt of the field house toward them. There was a garage door in the far side of the field house to move equipment in and out. He must've gotten the key to it, but how. Richard didn't even go to Chad's school. He was from the rival team across town. Chad felt for sure his cock and balls were going to rip off in Richard's hand, but they didn't.
"Hey, Pedrito, I'll put white bread in the truck bed, you pick up his stuff, and we'll get back to my place. See I promised you, I'd find a way to make you legal. A few weeks of Chad's essence, and you'll be a big white blond jock, who everyone will think is Chad. Then you'll never have to worry about ICE again." He grunted as he hefted the big blue man shaped bottle over the side of the pickup truck and into the bed.
"Ew! Got gel all over my hand! You're leaking, Chad!" Richard snarled angrily wiping the gel off in his black hair.
"Senor Ricardo?" Pedrito said after loading the final items in the truck and looking at Richard.
"What is it?"
"Your hair, senor? You got- a - highlights?"
Richard looked in the side view mirror of the pickup and laughed, "Sure enough, Chad's essence turned some of my hairs blond."