"Quick, get the golf cart over here, so we can load him before he changes completely," shouted Rico, "He's more manageable this way."
Bruno, Rick, Rico, and other swim team members rushed out of the shadows of the field house. Chad could hear the electric golf cart used for school maintenance humming behind him. He couldn't move a muscle. Hands were all over his now hard plastic body, He sloshed inside as they lifted him. He was hollow? He felt hands everywhere, even on his erect cock. Centered in trailer bed of the golf cart, Chad felt bloated, and was horrified as he started to swell and expand. His head tipped back and he was staring straight into the field house's ceiling. Then his head fell dropping like five feet back inside himself. He could hear the laughing voices outside?
"Chad's been porta-potied!"
"The Jock King is now throned!"
"Dude, you held his cock while we lifted him?"
"Hey, if you plan to use him, you're going to have to touch his cock too. It's becoming his door handle. I only held it to keep him from sloshing out, if the door formed before we got him in the cart."
"Oh? So his cock is the door handle? What did his other parts become?"
"Well, it looks like it's done transforming, so I might as well show you. And we might as well, christen it."
"You mean, him, Chad?"
"Chad's an it now. Don't you think people might think it strange if you referred to the porta-potty as Chad or him?"
"Oh, yeah."
The cart rocked as people climbed on. Chad sloshed inside. He stared up through blue liquid at a round opening. The swimmers crowded in around the circle looking down at him. Oh, no. His brain was making connections. Porta-pottied? Throned? The bastards had turned him into a portable out-house, and his mouth was the bowl! He felt his insides stretch as the seven guys tried to all crowd inside him, and pulled out their cocks.
"Fuck, I can see his face in the bowl!"
Rico started pissing first. Bruno was second. Then five more streams splashed inside him. They shook themselves dry, and put their cocks away.
"Now his face looks disgusted," remarked Rick.
"Well, we better cover that up before the public uses him. Get out, I've gotta take a shit," Bruno said.
"Me next!" shouted one of the others.
"Then me!" said another.
The cart rocked as they exited the portable toilet and hopped off.
Bruno flipped on his iTunes with the speaker blaring, after he closed and latched the door. The fucking door lock was Chad's balls. He was already on edge, and now every time someone opened his door or touched his handle, they were handling his boner, and when the locked or unlocked the door, they were playing with his balls. And he just couldn't cum. Chad felt Bruno's bare ass press against Chad's lips. Oh, fuck no! He? What was Bruno doing? The bastard was jacking off! When he was ready to cum he put his hands down next to the toilet opening, forming an A shape to aim his erupting erection into the bowl. Chad gagged as the cum hit him.
"Been saving that all week, Chad. Why I was so hard when I pressed my crotch against your back at lunch. Oh, fuck, I must have a couple more loads to feed you." He did. Then he sat down, and started to shit. Chad was horrified. But he knew it was the first of many. It wasn't his fault- exactly- that the school restrooms were scheduled to be renovated this week, and so were offline. And Rico's dad owned the porta-potty company, so Chad hadn't thought there would be a problem. But the portable toilet company was only able to get them there on the following Monday. And the swim team had a meet on Saturday. Chad had felt bad until he heard that the swimteam had finagled one porta=potty. Now he realized that he was it!