"Oh, yeah, Chad, you fit real good," laughed Coach Sinclair snapping the waistband in place, as his hardening cock tented Chad's fabric body.
"Uh, um, oof,fft,ogh," Chad managed to say.
"Chad, didn't your folks ever teach you not to speak with your mouth full?" He snickered, and added, "but you're right, I show up with a boner at water Polo, they'll think I am perv."
"Ngglftumf,"was Chad's attempt at saying that's not what I said, I said-
But he was cut off by the coach closing his hand around his penis in the Speedo and jerking off.
A wet stain spread across the Speedo, as coach's bulge shrank. He laughed as the stain shrank almost as fast as it had grown.
"That's a good boy, Chad, drink it all up. I am not the sort of perv who is into minors, but you're not a minor Chad. I am into turning arrogant jock studs into total cunts. That was your first taste, son. Over the next few months, we will have loads of fun."
Coach pulled on some sweat pants and headed for the pool.
Chad was a bit intoxicated after absorbing the coach's load. The feeling reminded him of that time he chugged a bottle of tequila, except that as a Speedo, he was unable to throw up. Wait. Cunt ?
Months?
"Cmncuchpuhleash-" moaned Chad from under the sweatpants.
"Chad, shut up. That was almost intelligible, I guess you're getting used to be a Speedo. Now for every word you utter, I will add a day to your time as a Speedo. As for the term, water Polo season has 2.5 months to go. Though I could wear you on Spring Break and through next summer if you don't shut up."growled Sinclair.
"Mrents?"
"I am going to interpret that as two words, so you just earned two more days. If you are getting off being my Speedo, keep talking, and we'll make it permanent." Coach smiled as his pouch tightened up, Chad was finally getting it.
Coach strode confidently toward the pool, as he said, "as regards your parents, Chad, they won't be a problem."
Chad wanted to ask what Sinclair had done to them, but he was afraid to speak.
Water Polo practice went on forever. The coach had only gotten into the pool twice to show the players how to handle the ball.
Merrick asked, "So where's Chad? His name's on the roster, but he's not here. So can I be captain?"
"Well, Merrick, Chad has a groin issue to deal with," Coach said adjusting himself, "he is on the team, but I don't think you'll see him play in any games. Maybe if we make the playoffs?" He shrugged. "As for team captain, I don't have a problem with you running for that, but the team will vote for their captain in two weeks."
Chad was ecstatic, he might get to play if the team made it to the playoffs. That meant coach would turn him back.
The coach went into his office, and showered in his private bath. Chad kept waiting for the coach to take him off, but he didn't. He towered off, and Chad was completely dry. He was either the quickest drying fabric ever, or it was part of the magic. Maybe he absorbed it all?
"Chad, you should be happy, you're going to have dinner with my daughter tonight. I know nothing will happen though, because I'll be wearing you, and she won't know that you are even there."
Actually, Chad was getting used to being coach's Speedo. He was in a dark, warm, secure place, and he sort of zoned out and went to his happy place. That night, coach wore only the Speedo to bed. His wife was dressed in heavy flannel pajamas. She said "Don't complain to me, if you're cold," and went right to sleep. Coach went to bed.
It must've been two or three in the morning, Chad awoke to find the coach jerking off in him again, while the coach's wife stored. Coach managed two loads this time. Chad absorbed every last drop, and was totally blitzed, as the coach pulled the covers back over him,