Rico made a bee-line away from Bruno's house as the black clouds gathered overhead. He didn't want to be too close, when the demon or demons that Bruno used for the spell came to collect. While Rico had given Bruno the spell, he hadn't read it. He hadn't dared. The warning in the book was clear, anyone involved in the casting had to pay a price, so you couldn't read it or use it yourself, you had to get a dupe. It wasn't a spell to turn someone into a Speedo, it was to turn someone into anything. It could be a werewolf, a frog, a pig, or clothing or whatnot. Chad was a dumb jock, so that was Rico's initial idea, but he didn't really like wearing jockstraps all that much besides he had a beach trip planned, so he needed a swimsuit anyway. When he was completely in sunlight, Rico ducked into some bushes, and pulled down his pants. He had gone commando in anticipation of this moment. He unfolded Chad, and kissed the pouch. Then he stepped into Chad.
"Tight fit," he murmured as he tied the drawstring tight, "Just the way I like it." Then he pulled his pants back on, and left the bushes. There was the sound of thunder from back up the street. He cringed slightly, feeling a pang of regret about Bruno. Oh, well, at least it wasn't him.
Chad was freaking. He had another man's ass inside him. He had another man's junk inside him. Dude, he was tasting a guy's dirty hairy sweaty cock and balls! What the hell was going on. He had sort of understood Bruno, but Rico. He barely knew the guy. Why did Bruno want him to be his Speedo? It made no sense. He was plunged into sweaty darkness as the pants went on. Then Rico continued his long walk home. Damn, the dude was ripe.