"Ooof!" Chad gasped as the fist connected with his abs. He couldn't really fight back. He wasn't sure what was happening or why. Todd said something about putty. Putty? Damn, no!
Chad had heard of guys being puttied, but he'd never seen it before, let alone experienced it. Up until the moment his cock and balls merged with his face and ass, he had thought it was an urban myth, and that maybe he was hallucinating the flattened arm. He felt his mass decrease as watery liquid gushed out of him. He wasn't sure if it was piss, sweat or cum, but he could feel himself getting smaller in Todd's hands. He was spinning on the bench, like clay on a wheel, water drained out of him, and he was rapidly becoming a sphere. At last the dizzying spinning stopped, and he rested on Todd's palm, as Todd's other hand gently rubbed his -? He no longer could tell his ass from his brain, but the human contact felt good.
Chad tried to speak, but all he did was give himself a boner. He hadn't realized that his cock was in his mouth and down his throat, or at least that's how it felt when he tried to talk. He just succeeded in gagging himself.
"Think fast, Bruno!" Todd shouted.
Chad was flying through the air, spinning head over heels or something like that at Bruno, who as usual was only wearing his Speedo, even in the weight room. He crashed into Bruno's chest, as Bruno's strong arms closed around. He wasn't pliable anymore or at least he was less pliable. He had expected to splatter on Bruno, but he deformed slightly and resumed his medicine ball shape. Bruno got up and hurled Chad back at Todd. He wondered if Bruno knew who he was or even if he knew that the ball was a who and not an it. He wasn't an it, he told himself.
Two shirtless jocks worked up quite a sweat, and Chad was soon covered with a slick coating of liquid. He knew some of it was from Bruno and Todd, but he was sure he was sweating too. It was a strangely hard workout even though his limbs weren't moving - hell, his limbs were nonexistent. The constant back and forth had Chad's head spinning.
It wasn't until he had been setting in the corner for about five minutes that he began to think clearly about his predicament. He was literally a medicine ball now. He didn't know if it was reversible or who had done it to him. He knew Todd knew who he was, but Todd seemed to just take advantage of the situation. Chad had to admit to himself that he might have done the same. If he had found another guy turning to putty, he might test the urban legend too. How did that story go?
Let's see? A guy gets sprayed with a weird chemical. The can of body spray from the Secret Admirer-check. The guy who is sprayed starts to turn to putty. Hand and arm mashed into a disk by leaning on wall, and both feet flattened - check. Then the wrestling team pounds the guy into a flat wrestling mat for their team practice. Todd pounds and shapes Chad into a Medicine Ball for weight room practice - check. Now how the fuck did the rest of the story go? Something about the guy would change back, except....Except what! Damn, his head ached, hell his whole body ached. Be the ball, the coach always said. Damn, he hated being the ball for real. Oh, wait, yeah, Chad remembered....