Chad opened his eyes to see a wet dripping hand close around his rock hard cock. He arched his back, and orgasmed. No cum came out, he transformed into a terrycloth towel. He was blue and white gym towel hanging from Rick's hand.
"Yeah, that wasn't just a piece of candy, Chad. And after I dry off, you're going to be a gym towel forever. Won't that be great, every day, you will be rubbed all over another naked guy's body. You'll wipe his ass, his balls, and his cock, and maybe like me he will even use you as a cum rag," Rick said as he snapped his new towel, and started to dry off. He even twisted Chad's corners and dried his ear canals before tying Chad around his waist and heading for the sauna to hold his marathon jerk off session. He popped a tablet he had gotten from Bruno in his mouth, and was hard before he reached the sauna.
Chad freaked. Everyone else was still in the showers. No one would know what happened to him. He was screaming as loud as his mind could, but Rick seemed oblivious. He could hear Rick's words, but he couldn't hear his thoughts. He was just a friggin' towel. Rick was using him as a towel. He felt himself pressed against Rick's chest, then shoved in one stinky armpit, and then the the other. Then the chest and abs again, arms, legs, and finally crotch lightly. Then he put Chad between his legs and dried his ass and balls in one back and forth movement. He shook Chad out. Then he tied him around his waist. Chad watched as Rick closed and locked Chad's locker. Then he started walking to the sauna. Chad was now begging, "Please, Rick, don't. I don't want to be the team cum rag! Oh, gawd, not a week as a gym towel?" But Rick was oblivious.
He jacked off into Chad, and left the cum soaked damp towel on the sauna bench. He left as two other guys entered. Soon Chad would have two more loads in him. It was team tradition to share the cum-rag.
Chad lay used, and discarded on the sauna floor. The dozens of loads of cum were caking to his terrycloth body. It hadn't been dozens of guys, only about a dozen, but some had cum twice or thrice. He wanted it all to be over. When would he turn back. The team manager came and tossed Chad into the bin with the other dirty towels.
Early in the morning, he was tossed into a washing machine with the other dirty towels. Then he was scorched in the industrial dryer before being folded and set out for another classmate. He didn't know the freshman who used and discarded him in the bin after showering and toweling off, but he felt like he knew him intimately. Chad lay in the bin relieved that his job was over for the day. He was mistaken.
The laundry was done between each period. So he had been used 2nd period, and was used again during 5th period, and he was ready and waiting for the players to use after school. He was relieved at first when Rick grabbed the towel next to him, but then he realized that Rick couldn't tell him from the other towels. How would Rick turn him back?
Chad lost track of time. He knew months had elapsed, since he had gone from wiping down basketball players to baseball players. He was really pissed now. He should be pitching, not Ryan. Ryan had been his relief pitcher, but now was the starting pitcher. As naked Ryan dressed after toweling off with Chad, he stood on Chad. Rod and Rick came over to chat with him about improving his game.
"Hey, I'm not Chad. If you want a winning team, get him. I'm doing the best I can!" Ryan shouted. He pulled on his shoes, not tying them, and grabbed his shirt and bag, and left. Chad lay on the floor, where Ryan left him.
Rod and Rick sat on the bench and chatted ignorant of the fact that Chad lay at their feet.
"Okay, Rick, what did you turn Chad into?" Rod asked.
"What makes you think I changed him into anything?" Rick said sounding like he was trying too hard to sound innocent.
Rod just glared.
"Listen, if I changed Chad into anything, he would have changed back by now, unless he really prefers being what he is now to what he was," Rick answered angrily.
Chad wondered if that was true. Could he really like being rubbed all over naked young men's bodies so much as a towel that he had remained a towel? He tried to think about being human, but he had trouble remembering exactly. He felt all those other bodies, all those arms, legs, cocks, and balls, and asses and heads, and they had all gotten jumbled with his memories of himself. Maybe that was the problem, maybe he had forgotten how to be human? Or maybe the enchantment was permanent, and Rick's suggestion that it was Chad's fault that he hadn't changed back was just a lie.