Chad was helpless. He was a little triangle of blue fabric in the front jeans pocket of that swimfag Bruno. He didn't know how it could be worse. He decided to take deep breaths. It got worse. Apparently, Bruno was one of those guys who believed the best way to break in new jeans was to wear them non-stop for six months without washing. From the odor reeking from Bruno's crotch through the thin cotton pocket, Bruno must have gotten this pair at least five and half months ago. Chad wanted to cough or cover his nose, but all he could do was smell Bruno's foul musky odor.
Chad tried crinkling his nose, but it didn't help. He did discover he could move slightly though, even being fabric. Maybe he could escape. If he could wriggle out of Bruno's pocket before Bruno decided to put him on?
Chad got scrunched into Bruno's crotch, as the pocket shifted when Bruno sat down. Then he started bouncing up and down. Fuck, Bruno was riding his bicycle. He's start to sweat and reek even more. Chad was horrified. He realized he was in the pocket rubbing up and down against Bruno's hardening junk as the guy pedaled. It was fortunately only a five minute ride. He thought it would be at least ten, because Chad's house was midway between the school and Bruno's house, and it took five minutes for him to bike home.
He felt Bruno dismount, and walk up a sidewalk, and then up steps. A doorbell chimed. It sounded like the chime at Chad's house.
"Hello, Bruno?" said Chad's mother.
"Hi, Mrs. Masterson, is Chad home?" Bruno asked squeezing his pocketed prize through his denim jean/
"Chad? Chad who? You must mean Thad, our only son. I didn't know you and Thad were friends?"
"Thad's on the College Swim team, and I'm on the High School team, I just wanted to ask him for some pointers, Mrs. Masterson. Is Thad home? I was riding my bicycle and I thought that's his motorcycle," he said looking toward the driveway.
"I'll check."
She closed the door. He listened until the footsteps had retreated.
"Well, Chad, looks like that transformation not only got me a new Speedo, but it also erased people's memories of you - including your own mom. I guess I may just keep you."
There was a noise at the door, and Chad's older brother appeared.
"So'okay, ma," Thad said looking down at Bruno like he was scum, "So whatcha want kid?"
Bruno reached into his pocket and pulled Chad part way out of his pocket. The moment Thad saw the blue, he reacted. It was like a cloud was lifted or something.
"Bruno! You did it! You really did it! That's Chad?"
"Yeah, that's Chad!" Bruno said proudly.
"Well, put him away, we can't afford my ma or pa seeing him!"
Bruno shoved Chad completely back into his pocket. Before disappearing back into the stinky pocket, Chad saw his brother looking around nervously with his tongue between his lips. After he was back in the dark, he heard Thad say...