Rick peels Chad off, and tosses the damp Speedo into the chair next to him. Chad noticed Rick's eyes seemed to flicker with a preternatural green and purple light. Suddenly, he was human again. He sat naked in the chair next to Rick. He felt elated his cock was back. The string?
"Eat!" ordered Rick.
"Yes, sir. Thanks, Rick, I knew we're still buds," blathered Chad.
"Less yapping. Just eat," said Rick, as he bit into his toast. He was staring at Chad, in a way that made Chad very, very uncomfortable. But until he found a way to escape, Chad was going to do whatever Rick said. He figured the more time he spent as human instead of as a Speedo, the better his chances were of being human again. He nodded and smiled at Rick. Rick took another bite of toast. He chomped noisily as he watched Chad eat.
In spite of his morning swim, Rick left over half his food. Chad cleaned his plate.
"Okay, Chad, that's good. Now usually, Jocko spots me while I lift weights, but today I thought I'd let you do that. Put this on," Rick ordered tossing Chad the jockstrap that was Jocko. Chad stared uncertain for a moment, but a quick glance at Rick told him Rick was deadly serious. So he put the jockstrap on.
Rick got up and motioned for Chad to follow him.
Chad plodded behind, he couldn't help staring at Rick's bouncing naked ass, and remember that minutes ago he had been the Speedo wrapped around that ass. Any minute, he could be again. He swallowed nervously.