Chad opened his eyes and was staring down at his erection, as a man's tanned hand grabbed his cock and yanked it. Chad tried to scream, as he felt a wave of orgasm ripple through his body, but he felt his body collapsing into practically nothingness. He looked up from the hand and saw it belonged to Bruno.
"Heh, heh, told you I would get you on the swim team one way or another," Bruno said with a grin. He carried Chad in one hand as he headed to the swim team's locker room.
Chad swung helplessly from naked Bruno's hand as he strode through the locker room.
"Hey, guys, I promised you new Speedos! Suit up!" Bruno tossed Chad up in the air. He literally went to pieces. Bits of blue fabric were everywhere, except for the one still caught between Bruno's thumb and index finger. Hands reached up from the crowded space, and snatched Chad from the air. It was so confusing, there seemed to be a couple dozen of him. His mind was spinning as he suddenly felt himself rising up various muscled male legs. Some were shaved, some still had hair. He stared upward in horror, as he simultaneously saw a dozen different cocks and balls racing toward him with faces of other swimmers staring at him before they too would put him on. It had been bad enough being a jockstrap, but being a dozen or two bikini Speedos was worse. He could taste all the swim team members' dicks and asses now. Bruno was the last to put him on. He used the drawstring in Chad to improvise a tied cock ring around the base of his balls and cock. Well, that explained why Bruno's bulge always seemed so big.
Damn, did all the swimmers like Bruno wear their Speedos 24/7? At least Bruno always seemed to be wearing his, even when he wore jeans, the Speedo was visible sticking out over the waistband. Chad had a sinking feeling that unlike the jockstrap transformation, this one would be permanent. His mind was aware, but splintered. He couldn't concentrate the way he had as a jockstrap. He tried to ignore all the various manhoods filling him, and focus on communicating. Help me! He thought. One of those swim jocks might help him? He used to call them Swim Fags and always dissed them...maybe they all knew he was their new Speedos? But he couldn't focus on any of their thoughts. He could hear the noise of their individual chatter. Maybe it included the chatter of two dozen different minds? Oh, it hurt to think. Ah, the cool water as the players jumped into the pool. Chad wanted to yell at them to shower first. Of course, he couldn't. A couple of the stragglers did shower before diving in.
Coach blew the whistle and the players lined up for laps in the pool.