Chad raised the bottom of his right foot and sprayed it. He put it down on the tiled locker room floor, then he raised his left foot and sprayed its sole too. He gave himself another coat of the spray. He felt great. He turned to walk, and discovered his feet were stuck too the floor. He was able to shuffle along the floor, but couldn't separate his feet from the tile. Then he noticed that the skin on the top of his feet now looked like the tiny tiles on the floor. As he shuffled along the floor naked, the tiles seemed to flow over or through his feet. He reached down and touched his feet. They felt like they were sculpted out of the floor tiles complete with grout between each tile.
"The spray!" gasped Chad examining the can again. The label was loose. He peeled it off.
The can wasn't body spray, it was "Inanimation Spray: Don't commit suicide, repurpose yourself as a useful object!" read the real hidden label.
"Damn, I gotta wash this stuff off before I ch-ch-ch- uh, huh, uh?" Chad said to himself as he discovered his body was stiffening. His arms seemed to be stuck extended away from his body, and his mouth couldn't close now. He moved as fast as he could shuffle toward the bathroom and showers. He had to wash off. He panicked a bit as he looked at the half completed new locker room. They needed more lockers, urinals, sinks, showers and toilets. The builder had rushed things to re-open the gym after the fire last year. They only had a third of the stuff they needed, and Chad had a sinking feeling that he was going to become one of those missing fixtures if he couldn't wash this spray off in time.
As he shuffled into the bathroom, he realized he was sinking or rather his legs had started to become floor. His body now was just his torso from his thighs up, and his cock and balls and thighs were already showing the tile pattern on them.
He ran straight into Rick.
"Dude! Chad? What the fuck? You decided to repurpose yourself? Wicked, we need a new urinal," Rick said as he began to shove Chad sideways and backwards toward the tile wall with only four urinals and room for ten. The plumbing stuck out of the wall, and Chad felt his butt opening to connect with the sewer pipe.
"Uh, nuh, uh!"
Rick shoved his cock into Chad's open mouth and started to piss.
"Urinal?" Bruno said, "Two or Three guys can piss in a urinal. We need more toilets first!"
"Huh? Nuh, nuh?" moaned Chad as Rick stepped back and Bruno grabbed his shoulders and dragged his tiled body away from the wall, and across the floor toward the empty stalls. There were two toilets in the first two stalls. There were eight empty stalls with black sewer pipes sticking out of the floor. He was sinking more into the floor, and he moaned as he felt Bruno's foot on Chad's tile dick which was now part of the moving floor below his belly button. His skin had started to become porcelain. There was a plopping and sucking noise as Chad's butt sealed around the waste pipe in the stall. Bruno spun around and sat on Chad's open mouth, and farted loudly.
Chad made weird unintelligible sounds as he realized that Bruno was really going to take a dump in him. He was turning into a toilet.
"Dude was a football star, why do you think he decided to repurpose himself?" Rick asked Bruno thoughtfully.
"Repurpose himself?" asked Todd as he saw Bruno sitting on Chad's torso in the open bathroom stall. Todd was holding the phony Body Spray label that Chad had dropped in his hand. "I don't think he meant to do that. Remember his secret admirer? They left him a can of body spray, but I'm guessing this is the label and that can in his hand is really what he sprayed himself with."
"Ah," sighed Bruno. "Well, he does make a good toilet. Boy, has a real good tongue, who needs toilet paper? Guess, he's a toilet with built in bidet feature." Bruno got off the toilet, and farted loudly.
"Oooh, you stink, Bruno!" laughed Rick.
"Don't you think we should tell the coach or somebody?" Todd said.
Rick straddled Chad's white shoulders and sat on his face.
"Nah, Bruno and I were the two that gave Chad the spray in the first place. It's traditional to do something like this to the senior star quarterback at the end of the season. Though to be honest, I thought Chad would just become a new locker for me. Bruno and I have had to share, but this is better since Chad won't need a locker anymore, I can have his and we really do need another toi-uh-" Rick paused as there was a loud plopping noise as he sent a turd into Chad's growing porcelain bowl.
PSSSSSST! the spray can in Chad's hand blasted Rick with a cloud of the inanimation spray.
Rick farted and another plop. His feet flailed in the air as the spray continued to coat him. Bruno and Todd both backed away quickly to avoid getting sprayed.