While Rico was completing his yard work at the school, the police showed up. Apparently, the football player Chad had disappeared last night. His car was parked by his house, but he never made it home. So they were investigating. Rico wondered about his new hammock. It was about the size of Chad before he flattened it. The idea that his new hammock might really be the missing jock was making him incredibly horny. Of course, it was impossible, wasn't it. There would be a bloody mess if he had flattened a human being in a wetsuit. But the rubber sex toy had become a stretchy hammock. Still if Chad had turned into a sex toy. He had heard rumors about Chad being pranked, and turned into a jockspray that had given some of his attributes to the now mostly blond football team. If he could be turned into spray, he could be turned into rubber, thought Rico. A wet spot appeared on his jeans. The sun beat down on his bare back, and droplets of sweat flowed freely down his body as he worked faster and faster.
"What's the hurry?" asked a detective as Rico was weeding a flowerbed in record time.
"They pay me by the job not the hour, the sooner I get done the better. I get the same pay either way," Rico answered without looking up. He didn't even realize it was a detective asking.
"You know this Chad fellow?"
"Not really in my social circle, I did have one class with him last semester, but not this semester," Rico answered casually. "I did hear that the football team pranked him, and somehow turned him into a jockspray. If you check out the team photo from before the season ended and after, you'll see most of them weren't blond like Chad until after he supposedly spent a week as jockspray. At least that's the rumor, I overhead in the locker room." He shrugged.
"Hm, I heard the same story," said the detective, "You think it's true?"
"It sounds farfetched, but he did disappear, and the players did pick up some of his features. I swear at least one of the player's dicks is a couple inches longer than it was three weeks ago when I saw him in the showers."
"Who?"
"Hey, I'd rather not say," Rico said, "Maybe you should ask some of Chad's teammates."
He finished piling the weeds in a burlap sheet, and stood up. He took a step back when he saw the detective.
"Uh? Who are you?"
"Detective Byrnes. Who did you think I was?"
"Just another guy at the school. With all the police, I've had several of them ask me questions like that about Chad. I just have been doing gardening work this morning. Last night, I was in Weymouth visiting my grandmother, and fixing her disposal. You can check with her if you don't believe me. Her name is Esmeralda Romano."
"Thanks."
Rico wiped the sweat from his brow. Tossed the weeds in the compost bin, and headed back to work.
It was after 2 pm, when he made it home. His shirt was tied around his waist. The hammock was where he left it. He peeled off his sweaty clothing, and threw himself naked into the rubber hammock. It bounced up and down stretching with his added weight.
He dozed off. It was around three, when he woke in a puddle of his own sweat. The hot rubber, and sun seemed to milk the water out of his body. Rico had been dreaming that Chad was his hammock. He spoke to the hammock.
"I had this wild dream, where you weren't really a rubber hammock, but actually a football stud from my school named Chad. Wild huh? Damn, it made me so horny," he whispered, as he started to massage his erection. "Oh, fuck, if I really was lying on Chad, sweating on him, using him as a hammock that would be so fucking cool. So cool it's hot!" He blew his load. As his cum trickled down his body on to the rubber, Chad started to get hard.
BOING. Chad's flattened cock reinflated into a 3 D rubber dildo. It popped up right between Rico's butt cheeks and pressed against his rosebud.