Rick thrust himself off the toilet Chad and landed on the tiled bathroom floor on his hands and knees. He breathed hard, and tried to get up, but his hands already seemed to be made of tile and he couldn't separate them from the floor. Chad's porcelain arm continued to shrink back into his bowl body, and the can slipped from his grasp and Bruno grabbed it before it hit the floor. He grinned as he walked over to Rick.
"Looks like we've got us another toilet, Rick," Bruno said as he aimed the spray can at Rick's face.
"No, please. Get me the antidote," Rick begged.
"You know perfectly well, that the inanimated person has to cure for at least a week before you can use the antidote on them or else they may end up an animated inanimate object," Bruno said.
Rick sighed, "Okay, but couldn't you drag me out to be a locker or something else?"
"Todd grab a shoulder, let's get him into the next stall."
"We could use another urinal?" Todd suggested, "Or a bench for sauna, so we don't have to stand?"
"I vote for sauna bench," Rick said.
"Push," ordered Bruno as he lined Rick up with the open vacant stall next to Chad's. He and Todd pushed the struggling Rick toward the waiting sewer pipe connection.
As they forced Rick's butt over the sewer pipe, he pleaded, "Not a toilet, Bruno. I'll happily be a urinal. Please!"
There was a sucking noise as Rick's porcelain ass reached out and merged with sewer pipe.
"Fuck no!" Rick said as his mouth began to fill with water.
"Ew," said Todd stepping back, "Rick really has to spend a week as a toilet? We should let the other players know?"
Bruno stood there with his arms crossed looking at his two creations. He was still holding the spray can, and it was at least half full.
"Yeah, at least. Maybe two to be the safe side," Bruno said.
"Two Wuhks?" sloshed Rick.
"Maybe three," Bruno said evilly. He added, "We'd hate to turn them back prematurely, as they might end up with porcelain ass or a toilet mouth."
Todd snickered, and added, "Or maybe until the end of the school year? After all we need the extra toilets, right?"
"No," gurgled Rick accidentally flushing himself.
Chad was fairly quiet. Though to be fair, Rick had filled his mouth with shit, so Chad probably didn't want to taste more of it than he had to. He wasn't done changing yet. Bruno and Todd could see his porcelain body undulating as it fought to set into it's new form.
"You know, Todd," Bruno began softly.
Todd turned to hear him better, and Bruno hit Todd in his glass jaw.
When Todd came to, he was naked on the floor with his butt pressed against a pipe kneeling next to a urinal.
He opened his mouth, and Bruno started spraying.
"Wanted to wait until you were awake for your final coat, Todd. You're right we do need more urinals. I think all the football players who don't join the swim team could fill all the empty slots and then some. Don't you?"
Todd opened his mouth again gagging and sputtering from the inanimation spray.
"Nooooooooooooooo," he gasped as his jaw dropped. It didn't leave his body, it just migrated down his neck, chest, and belly. It came to rest on his erect penis which was turning a metallic grey. Now his torso started to absorb his tiled thighs. When all was said and done, Todd made a handsome porcelain urinal with a foot pedal flush controller. When a guy was done using Todd, if he remembered to flush, he would have to step on Todd's shiny metal boner. Bruno looked happily at his handiwork. Shook the can, and looked at the still open pipes awaiting new toilets and urinals.
"Good thing, I bought a case of this stuff," Bruno said with a laugh.
He started to walk away. Chad made a glugging noise.
"Oh, almost forgot. Rick forgot to flush you, Chad."
Bruno walked over and flushed Chad. When the bowl was empty, Bruno added, "I bet someone is still hungry!!"
"No, puh-lease, no," gurgled Chad, as Bruno sat his bare ass down on Chad, and farted.
He must've sat there fifteen minutes, until he was able to push a log out.
He wiped himself and tossed the toilet paper into the bowl. He used way too much paper. Chad knew what Bruno was doing. When flushed, Chad would clog and overflow, and then someone would need to put that filthy plunger in his mouth.