Chad was walking a bit stiffly due to the added weight around his balls.
"Yo, Stretch, I am surprised it took you this long to come to see me," Rick said as Chad walked up to him.
"Rick, this needs to stop."
"Yeah, you got to learn to cooperate, and be a team player. Your little theatrics meant the coach had to rent towels by the day instead of by the month, and that means you'll have to do another month as towel duty to cover the extra costs."
"Seriously?" gasped Chad.
"Yeah, seriously, Chad, this for your own good. It will make you humbler, and better person," Rick said draping his arm across Chad's shoulders and steering him down the hallway toward the gym.
"There's got to be another way. I'll sell my car to pay for the school's towels," Chad suggested.
"Uh, Chad, Chad, Chad, you're not listening. Besides it's a curse, it isn't something that can be turned off. Oh, and coach told me about your stupid outburst. Like I need to touch your balls to change you into a towel, Chad. I've got a remote control," Rick explains holding out a small key fob with buttons on it, and then pocketing it again.
"Then, why didn't you use it? What's with the three extra ball stretchers?"
"Chad, I want you to learn. That means you have to participate willingly. Your not a team player, if I forcibly turn you into a towel," Rick explained.
"Isn't that what you've done to me already?" Chad asked in an exasperated tone.
Rick stopped in front of their lockers and began taking off his clothing.
"Now what are you doing?" Chad asked.
"Getting ready for a shower, Shower Buddy. You better strip too, unless you want to get your clothing wet."
"Wait! None of this makes sense! Why are you doing this to me?"
Rick sighed and rolled his eyes, and put his hand on Chad's shoulder.
"To help you, Chad. To help you achieve your potential."
"As a towel?"
"No, stupid! As a human being. You've always been the star, the center of attention, the QB, the Captain, and no one else mattered. Now, here's the sitch. You will learn to help, to be a team player, and then you won't have to be a towel any longer. But that means, you need to be a good shower buddy, and scrub me and the other guys down in the showers. Then you will turn yourself into a towel, and we'll take turns drying ourselves with you, and refresh you. You will get passes to let you leave your other classes early, and arrive late, so you can keep all the boys in the school clean and dry. You won't have to scrub them down. Coach nixed it because you're an adult and the Freshman guys might create a legal situation."
"But it's okay for them to use me as towel?"
"As a towel? What else are they supposed to use to dry themselves? I will disable the human transformation option during their periods in the locker room with you, but they'll still be able to refresh you. Oh, and it doesn't matter whether I use the remote or push a button on any of your ball stretchers."
"So I don't have a choice?"
"Well, your options are limited. You could refuse me, but five ballstretchers in less than a week might damage your testicles. If you hold out for a week, seven of those rings in a week, should turn your nuts blue, and amputation would be in order. No kids. No sex, except maybe as bottom boy. Do you really want that?"
"What?"
"If I agree, take the ballstretchers off."
"No deal. Your own obstinance is responsible for your predicament. In three months, if you're a good towel boy, the rings will come off, and you'll have a nice pair of low hanging balls. You may even want to thank me."
"It hurts, Rick."
"Oh, alright. You do a good job scrubbing me all over, and behave yourself as a good and punctual towel boy, and I'll remove one of the rings."
"Thanks, Rick," Chad said sincerely. He was in agony. He stripped hurriedly, and followed Rick to showers.
"Okay, Chad, you gently lather me up, scrub, rinse, and wash my hair too. Armpits, crotch, feet. I'm not a car, Chad, so be gentle," Rick advised.
Chad really had started to wonder, if he had been to egocentric. He certainly didn't have any players or even the coach coming to his defense. Maybe this humiliation would make him a better team player.
He carefully lathered Rick's back first, then scrubbed and rinsed and moved on to arms, and hands. It took a little prodding from Rick, but eventually Chad scrubbed Rick's butt cheeks, crack and legs. Then working his way up from Rick's feet, he found himself at the top of the thighs face to face with Rick's manhood. He looked up at Rick pleadingly. Rick looked down and nodded "do it."
Chad thoroughly washed himself nearly scrubbing his hands raw afterward.
Rick cleared his throat.
"Ahem, towel boy, get over here and push your button."
"You want me to push the button?" Chad asked incredulously.
"The sooner you push, the sooner you get to be human again."
Chad shrugged, and pushed the button on the first ballstretcher.
BING.
Rick's index finger skewered the ring as the towel fell. For a moment Chad was disoriented. He realized there was only one ring now, but it had four buttons. Rick toweled off. He pushed the reset button, and Chad was a fresh towel. He walked back to his locker and dressed. Chad lay folded on the bench. He kept waiting for Rick to turn him back.
When Rick was dressed, he looked at his watch, then he turned to the towel, and said, "That took way too long. It's almost time for the first period freshmen to come in for their staggered showering. So I'm leaving you as a towel for now. I'll use the remote to change you back at five passed the final bell. That you give you time to get to your next class. Your schedule and pass for the rest of the week. You want to leave your next class twenty minutes early, because at fifteen minutes, I'll use the remote to change you into a towel. If you aren't in the locker room in time, well, you won't be turned back for three months. Think about that, towel boy."
Rick hung Chad on hook next to the shower room next to a laminated poster that explained how to refresh the towel after use, and pass it on to the next guy. Rick waited by the exit, until the first ten froshes came running in.
"Cool, Chadtowel's here!"
"Me first."
"Take turns!" shouted Rick, "Unless you want to be a towel too."
He left.