"Hey, too bad your name in't Earl, I could make a lot of jokes about you being Oily or lubed up or canned. Guess, the canned one still works. Oh, man, I'm horny," Rico says as happily climbing up on something, and jacking off his huge cock - okay, maybe it wasn't huge, but his limited view gave Rico's cock the major view. Rico's head seemed smaller and miles above. It was weird, scary and exhilarating at the same time. He really hated being in the dark. The circle of light framing Rico and his "massive" cock made him seem godlike to Chad.
Rico jerked off two loads, then let his dick hang there out of his fly while he lit up a cigarette, and took a deep drag. He leaned forward and blew a cloud of smoke into Chad's face. The thick white smoke swirled around inside the bottom of the barrel. Chad wanted to cough or sneeze, but couldn't. He just had to endure it.
He leaned back and took another puff towering over canned Chad. He stretched, and looked down again, "I suppose I should ask, "Was it as good for you, as it was for me?" But we both know you can't speak, and it probably wasn't. He scratched the stubble on his cheek, and stepped away. Chad could now only the big round fluorescent light high on the shop ceiling. He hoped someone would see it on and come over. He could hear Rico moving around, but couldn't see or move. He was dripping with Rico's cum, and desperately wanted to shower. He knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Suddenly, Rico appeared again. He grabbed the barrel rim, and began spinning Chad. He positioned the barrel at a 45 degree angle between stacked tires. Chad could see a big shape covered with a sheet towering in front of him.
"I wanted you to see the new improved you, Chad!" Rico said gleefully, "Well, improved as far as I'm concerned." He strode into view, and yanked the sheet off a statue. It had Chad's face, but the mouth was a bit too wide. It had broader shoulders, a narrower waist, the chest sported to huge tits, and instead of a cock, the bulge in the crotch was a fucking camel toe. "Ta Da!" Rico said dramatically. "You're going to be my ultimate wet dream. And I just know your teammates are going to like your new friend with benefits status." Rico rubbed his hands together with glee. Chad noticed that Rico's cock was no longer hanging out of the front of his jeans, but was rock hard again. Rico noticed too.
He walked over to the tilted barrel, and jacked off again. Since it wasn't raining directly down on him, this time Rico's load spattered on the inside of the can and trickled down the side toward Chad's upturned blue butt.
Rico leaned on the rim panting, "Damn, Blue Boy, you look really good in blue. Too bad, I can't keep you this way, but how would it look to other people? I suppose we could say you lost a bet and got tattooed?" He looked down at silent Chad and smiled, "oh, where are my manners, I forgot to explain about the statue. Have you ever heard of the lost wax method of casting? Well, see that statue is made of wax, and when you've become one cohesive mass of goo, and harden up a bit, I'm going to put you in the foundry crucible, and pour you into the casting mold with the wax statue inside. You will melt the wax and replace it forming an exact replica of it. When you set in the mold, that will be your new shape- complete with tentacles."
Tentacles? Chad looked under Rico's arm at the statue. He hadn't noticed the tentacles before, one coming out of each armpit, and out of each hip. He had mistaken them for decoration, not part of the statue's body.
"See I've dubbed the new you, Octopussy, because you got 8 arms to love me, and a sloppy vagina that should easily take my cock and maybe two others. Heh, heh, now you just dream about that. I think I got a good night load before I go."
He got about it rather quickly, and yielded only about half or a third as much as his previous loads. He uprighted the can, put the lid on, and patted the lid saying, "Nighty, night, Chad." He started whistling, and walked away. Chad could hear the chain and padlock resecuring the door to the shop.
Chad soon felt the slimy cold cum that Rico had deposited in the drum creep down from the wall of the oil drum and on to his ass. He belched. Or rather he bubbled. His body was bubbling and liquifying into a thick rubbery blue stew.