Hank had been pretty out of it when he drank the blue liquid in Rick's minifridge. Suddenly, he felt totally out of it. He must've passed out. He had to be experiencing a lucid dream because he felt totally sober, but his buddy Jim was a giant now. Rick lay on the bed with his arm dangling over the side snoring. Some guys cannot hold their liquor.
"Hank, you idiot, that potion worked!" said Jim staring at Hank as if he wasn't human anymore.
Hank wanted to ask, "Who are you calling an idiot, Jim-boy?" But no sound did he make. He was afraid, maybe he was paralyzed?
Jim belched. Then he started to play with Hank's cock and balls. Yikes! Hank felt like he'd been castrated. Then Jim took Rick's necklace, and untied it. He transferred the beads to the plain string that he was holding. Then he tied knots in each end, and threaded the beaded string through Hank. Aaaahhh, yes, he was a man again, Hank thought in relief.
Then, Jim took the string that had been around Rick's neck, and started to secure it around the base of his own cock. He tucked tied the ends of his improvised cock ring together, and then he stepped inside Hank, and pulled him up. Hank gagged, as Jim's manhood filled him. Hank had worn an extra small, but Jim wore a medium. Hank was now an extra small. Rick tied the beaded string into a handsome bow. Rick walked over to the full length mirror, and admired Hank on him. The blue Speedo really looked good on him. Rick was still snoring.
Jim picked up the stringless Speedo that was Chad, and asked, "Wonder what you'll think when you wake up without either cock or balls? Heh, heh."
Hank was freaking. Jim, this is a dream right? But Jim didn't seem to be able to hear him. Maybe Jim was too drunk to hear or not drunk enough to admit that he could hear Hank?
Jim tried his keycard in 3 different doors, before he found one that worked. He stumbled inside and passed out on the bed, even before the hotel room door closed and locked itself.
Hank was gasping for air as Jim lay face down on the bed. Eventually, Jim rolled over. Hank was straining from the swollen cock stretching his pouch. Jim's hand grabbed his cock through the Speedo, and began jerking off.
Ow! No! Wake up, Jim! It's me! It's Hank! silently screamed Hank the Speedo. Jim was oblivious.
SPLOOGE!
GULP!
Hank felt oddly relaxed. It was like he had just downed a pitcher of Margaritas. As he absorbed Jim's cum, Hank felt suddenly content. Maybe he should stay Jim's Speedo forever. It was an easy life, and damn tasty too.
More! More! begged Hank, but Jim just started to snore. About an hour before dawn, Jim's hand again began to massage his crotch.
Hank was totally blotto, after Jim blew two more loads into him.
The phone rang. It rang, again and again. Finally, Jim picked up the phone.
"Uh? Who? Hank? Jes a min?" Jim said hiccupping. He turned and shouted, "Hank!"
Then he put both hands on his head, and winced in pain. He turned toward the bathroom, and whispered, "Hank?" He set the phone down while Rick shouted unintelligibly. Jim staggered to the bathroom, looking around the room as he went. He ran back to the phone.
"Hank's not here! Maybe he's still in Rick's room!" Jim shouted, as he hung up the phone. He adjusted his Speedo, and grabbed his room key, then ran out of his room toward Rick's. The phone rang again, as the door closed.
Hank tried to make Jim understand that Hank was Jim's Speedo. He only succeeded in tightening, and tugging the pouch around Jim's cock, and induced him to blow another load. By the time, Jim reached Rick's room, Hank was very drunk.
Jim pounded on the door, he shouted, "Hank!"