Rick adjusted his new rubber pouch, and hopped on his motorbike.
In the dark, damp, warm confines of Rick's jeans, Chad felt the vibration of the engine bouncing up and down with Rick's junk inside him. This was worse than being Rod's jockstrap, at least then they shared their thoughts, but now Chad was just a thong, and a rubber one at that. He couldn't hear Rick's thoughts, and he was certain Rick was oblivious to his thoughts, as Rico had been. He tasted the precum leaking from Rick's hardening cock. He stretched and strained and the engine whined to a stop.
"Hey, Coach, wanna see your star jock now?" Rick asked opening his fly as he got off his motor bike.
Chad saw a flash of sunlight. He expected Coach Sinclair, but he was wrong. It was the assistant coach Tony Pacheco. He smiled as he looked at Rick with his pants around his ankles. The black rubber thong was tented, and white goo was oozing through the material.
"Rick, hand me the phone," said Tony with a grin.
Rick handed it to the coach and grinned back at him.
"You remember what I said about waiting for the rubber to cure?" Tony asked as he keyed the app.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, bu-"
Rick hadn't noticed that as he had ridden and blown a couple loads into Chad that his skin had darkened into shiny black rubber matching his thong. The blackness engulfed Rick covering his lips and eyes and nose. Then he felt the air rush out of him. He collapsed in a heap with Chad.
Chad was drunk on Rick's cum, as he watched Coach Pacheco with the phone. Suddenly, Rick's manhood pulled away, and cold air filled Chad's empty pouch. He fell to the ground.
Tony picked up the shiny black thong, and newly created chaps. He left Rick's clothing in a heap where it had fallen. He carried them into the house, and spread out the rubber chaps and thong on a flat tanning bed. He put on some rubber gloves, and brought over an empty bottle and began massaging the thong. He tapped on the phone app, and grinned as a tiny black cock appeared on the pouch. In a few minutes, Chad's black rubbery cum had filled the vial, which coach stoppered. He then carefully wiped away the excess from the thong, and pressed the app again.
Oh, oh, oh gasped Chad. He blew another gusher. Now suddenly, his cock was gone again, and he was empty lying limp on the table.
Tony turned his attention toward Rick. Soon another bottle was filled with shiny black liquid. He was still dripping. He filled a second bottle, and patted the Rick gently. "Good, Ricky."
Rick was confused. It happened too rapidly. Chad had taken longer, and Rick was sure the rubber was cured before he put it on. Now he was lying on a tanning bed. Surely, Tony would change him back. He wasn't a drone like Chad. He was a pair of chaps. The idea of hugging coach's thighs though was appealing to Rick. He eagerly came twice to Tony's gentle ministrations.
Chad lay in terror. He had been made to fit Rick, unless Tony changed him, he would be sorely stretched to accommodate Tony. He had seen Tony in the locker room naked. The guy's cock was nearly as big as Chad's had been. Rick's was a measly 5 or 6 incher tops. He stared at Tony's bulge, and watched it swelling in his nylon shorts. Damn, Tony was a grower!
Tony had used the phone to call a three other athletes. He needed some boots and a vest. High intensity UV light would cure the rubber in about 5 hours. Chad was probably almost cured from being in the daylight for almost half a day, but since Rick had been effected, he obviously wasn't completely cured. He would wait until the rest of his outfit arrived, and then he would activate the tanning bed at max power.