Zack smirked proudly down at the tiny primate before him. He'd heard Rick's motorcycle and seen him dashing through the bushes towards the pool long before he made himself known to either him or Chad. In fact Zack had a momentary interaction with the black drone that Chad was, heading in to report him to the Coach when the commotion began.
Chad had arrived right where he belonged, reporting to the Coaches lake cabin as Rick had instructed him to do. Zack figured the Coach somehow had Rick employed like himself and it was Ricks job to collect other members of the team whereas Zack was a mere underling scrubbing the pool in a tiny custom speedo given to him by the Coach until he graduated to a better rank and position on the swim team. This was how Coach liked to do things, favors would beget favors and if you wanted something from Coach you had to be willing to do something in return. A summer spent in a tiny diving bikini was just practice for Zack really.
What Zack had not expected to discover was the strange plot Coach Sinclair was caught up in, or the great lengths he had gone to bring everything to this point. Sometime ago Coach Sinclair had caught on that his daughter Karen was on again off again flirting with the football player Chad Mitchell, a player Sinclair had wanted to join the swim team for some time. Not keen on his daughter dating the underperforming jock, Coach Sinclair pulled some strings to change the playing field with the hopes to turn Chad into a cock craving sport slut.
How he'd done it Zack didn't know but he did know that Coach's initial plan was to somehow make Chad believe he was nothing more than a simple blue jockstrap. Zack only now realized that Coach and actually turned Chad Mitchell into a jockstrap. Perhaps a week spent wrapped around his teammates balls would have turned him away from Karen but things got messy before Coach could be sure and the two dolts in charge of pulling off the Coaches plan lost control.
Rick was one of the pranksters Coach promised a better position too, the other Zack had yet to identify. All Zack knew was that Coach Sinclair had been yelling at Rick over the phone to find Chad Mitchell and Rico or he'd be nothing more than four fungus on this years team. Zack thought that had meant he'd be demoted but only now did he realize Coach probably would have turned the stud into an actual fungus.
All these thoughts went through his head as he watched the curious and scared monkey dancing erratically before him. He rather liked the idea of the tall strapping high school jock losing control, his pants and underwear falling off his shrinking body as he streaked for help to somehow undo whatever had turned him into this. Zack had always been pranked by Rick, shoved into lockers or tripped up during practice.
"It's too bad you weren't a nicer guy Rick" Zack whispered as he grabbed the metal chain leash and collar, fixing them around the tiny monkeys neck. "You'll be a good boy now I bet though, all those muscles out of the way" Zack laughed standing up and rubbing his hard on in his tiny yellow speedo "monkey want a banana?"
Clapping its hands the monkey danced back and forth mouth agape. Deep down Rick wanted to scream but he could not, some force held him in awe are the sight before him. A karmic punishment perhaps to rise to high and fall so low. He had a compulsion now and it was time to give in.