Rico carried rubbery Chad over to the big industrial sink and rinsed him off inside and out. When he was sure that Chad was thoroughly cleaned, Rico hung Chad on a hook. Then he proceeded to strip out of his clothes.
Chad felt awful. He was hanging helpless, he was so empty, and his body ached for its emptiness.
Rico stood there buck naked posing, apparently, for Chad. He grinned, whacking off for a minute or two. Then he climbed into Chad, and zipped him up. Chad was now a blue wetsuit.
"Dang, you should have made him a size larger or maybe a half suit!" said Rick admiring Rico in his way too skin-tight wet suit.
Chad was furious, Rick knew about this, and helped?
Chad forced his eyes to the outside front of his wet suit body. Well, they weren't eyes as such, but his vision transmitted from that part of rubber. He saw Rick, and he saw the living statue of himself behind Rick. Rick was naked. One of the statue's tentacles was up Rick's ass.
"Rick makes one helluva meat puppet, Demonchad," laughed Rick, "So when are you going to collect Bruno?"
The statue grinned and spread its thighs, his pussy opened and slimy wet head thrust out of it.
"Help!" screamed Bruno, "Chad's turned into some kind of Monster, and- umpf!" Bruno gagged as a tentacle filled his mouth and forced his head back inside the Demonchad's snatch.
Before he vanished, Rico explained, "No, that's not Chad. This wet suit is Chad. That's Demonchad, but I'll explain it all to you in detail on our fishing trip," then to the monster, Rico asked, "Is Bruno or Rick going to be the boat?"
Rick was now down on all fours scratching his ear with his leg, while the tentacle waggled back and forth behind him like a tail.
"Master, the Bruno one likes being in water, so he will be the boat," the Demonchad explained.