Chad felt his butt and crotch swelling. He looked down at blue bulge around his waist like a spare tire. It felt so heavy, it slid down swallowing his legs and feet. He felt his butt resting on the dirt floor of the field house. His cock was sticking out like a keg's tap. Chad's torso swelled and bloated. His innards sloshed.
"Hey, Chad, you know that kegger tonight? You're going to be the guest of honor," said Rick with a laugh.
"R-r-r-ic-c-c-k," stammered Chad in a faint whisper, as his head tipped backward melting into the blue keg that was his body. His face was now on the top of the keg, Chad felt his cock and balls fall off. Rick picked up the tap and dusted it off on his jeans. Chad could feel the warm denim rubing against his detached manhood. Rick shoved the tap into his back pocket. Chad's mouth was moaning stuck in the "o" shape of the keg coupler on the top of the blue beer keg he had become. Rick wheeled a dolly over and shoved it under Chad's butt, and tipped him backwards onto the dolly. He strapped the keg to the dolly and wheeled Chad out of the field house to his waiting pickup truck.