Tony got an idea as he peered over at the sauna control panel. All the swimmers were now laying down on their back across the opposite benches. Tony slowly peeled his current flesh towel off his dick and let it droop off the edge of the bench. He couldn’t help but grin at it as heads of both his sweat and Chad’s own ran down it’s surface. Chad was reduced to this flappy, flat, fleshy towel and it was his, not even a person anymore and now he was going to have more like it. That thought kept him rock hard as he walked quietly over to the control panel.
Chad watched forlornly as it’s owner, as it now saw previously master Tony, walked away. It was sliding more into it’s role for it’s owner with each load it sucked from owner Tony. It’s name had grown foggy more quickly responding to towel or towel boy then Chad. It stared at it’s owner’s ass wanting to be sat on or used, the idea it was a person only regulated to a part of it’s brain screaming it in the back of it’s simplifying mind.
Tony cranked up the steam in the sauna as the swimmers rested oblivious to what was happening. Soon it was so steamy Tony couldn’t see more then a foot in front of him, just like he wanted. He twirled the cock ring in his hand as he walked over to Bruno, who must’ve been thinking about something quite nice, since he was spotting a hard cock himself which was convenient for Tony. Tony had a thought of maybe his new towel boy would have a different design compared to his current one as he set the cock ring and dropped it right above Bruno’s hard cock.
The cock ring seemed to effortlessly slide down Bruno’s shaft, eliciting only a small twitch from his length that he didn’t even notice. The cock ring started to work nearly instantly. Bruno’s olive, tan skin glistened from steam and sweat as he started to sag. It looked like he was full of air that was now escaping. A small, dry moan escaped his lips as he started to leak pre. His eyes opened lazily as his empty glove of a hand tried to grip his shaft, wrapping around it as his head and limbs full deflated, all flopping over the edge of the bench.
Tony watched with a grin as the flat man tried to jerk himself off as the next phase begun. His floppy hand wrapped around his shaft started to retract, crumpling into itself. His feet and other hand followed suit and soon so did his arms and legs, according up into themselves and his torso spread out on the bench. But his head was also doing the same. Tony watched as his torso grew more rectangular in shape as Bruno’s head and limbs pressed up into himself and seemingly vanished. As his head disappeared his cock unloaded a huge load, splattering the increasingly towel sized and shaped flat torso on the bench. The cock ring started to rise up Bruno’s shaft as it started to lay down on his flat stomach, his sac spreading and flattening out like a decal on the lower part of his towel body. His cock followed suit as the cock ring slide off and rested in the new flesh towel boy.
Tony rubbed himself as he looked at Bruno. He was the same size and shape as Chad but his “design” was different. Bruno’s towel boy body only showed his torso, his chest and abs visible as well as flattened renditions of his cock and sac spread out flat near his bottom. But his head had disappeared leaving him silent and unable to tell what was happening. Tony dragged a finger across that cock decal on Bruno’s surface, causing the new towel boy to shiver and shudder slightly as Tony wondered if two towels were enough for him or if he needed more...