Chad moved slowly hoping no one would notice. He planned to get out of the pan and shimmy down the power cord of that weird looking appliance. He really didn't want to find out how they planned to use that thing on him.
SPLAT!
Bruno's hand knocked him flat and pinned him to the pan.
"Yeah, Chad, you're not going anywhere, except for a ride on my taffy pulling machine, and then back into Speedo form for Rick and Byron to share," said Bruno, as he pulled a piece of Scotch tape off the roll he brought, and taped Chad's flailing wrist to the pan. Then he did the other wrist and both ankles.
Rick took off a long piece, and put it across Chad's waist, after Bruno removed his hand.
"I think it's cool enough, now," said Bruno picking up the jar, and setting it next to the glass pan. Chad struggled with his bonds, but the friggin' strips of tape were so huge compared to his arms, and legs. Bruno and Rick chuckled.
"Say "Ah!" Chad," Bruno said positioning the funnel tip over his mouth.
Chad clenched his jaw tightly shut. Bruno laughed. He handed Rick a big feather, and grabbed Chad's head between his index finger and thumb, then with his other hand Bruno pinched Chad's lower jaw between his other thumb and index finger.
"As I recall, Rick, Chad is rather ticklish. Will you do the honors," Bruno asked.
"Nuh-hahahhahahha!' laughed Chad uncontrollably as the giant feather swept across his naked body.
Bruno grinned as he pried the jaws open further.
"Funnel, Rick," he said.
Rick shoved the funnel tip between Chad's tiny teeth and lips.
"Gaaah!" moaned Chad. Bruno grabbed the funnel and the jar of goop. Slowly he began to pour the contents into the funnel.
Chad expected the goop to taste like it looked and smelled. He was pleasantly surprised. It tasted like berries and peppermint schnapps.
"That's a good dumb jock eat it all up," Bruno said with a laugh, as Chad made slurping noises.
"He's really eating it?" gasped Rick, and then he laughed.
"Well, he doesn't have a choice. it is absorbed into his body through his mouth. I suppose swallowing may make the absorption less painful. It doesn't matter whether he swallows, except it may make the absorption rate faster," Bruno shrugged. Chad's body seemed to be bloating up. His six pack abs was now a dad belly.
"He's getting fat," whined Rick.
Bruno rolled his eyes, and explained, "He is bloating as the goo is absorbed, but as the goo interacts with Chad's body, it will contract to his normal shape and size, but he will be completely rubberized."
The jar was empty within about 10 minutes, and Chad was bloated like Monty Python's Mr. Creosote just before he ate the mint.
Rick waggled the feather across Chad's tiny boner.
"Cut that out," snapped Bruno.
"What you don't want Chad to cum? After he's my Speedo, he'll never be able to cum again. I thought that one last-"
"Shut it, Rick, and put the feather down. I don't know if that will affect Chad's elasticity or his transformation into a Speedo, and I don't want you doing anything that might mess it up. Got it, Ricky. Now it'll be at least an hour for Chad to finish his elasticization. So what say, we tip back a few beers, and play video games.
While Chad lay there a sweaty and bloated, Rick's brother came in. He snickered when he saw butterball Chad taped to the pan naked with a feather nearby. He picked up the feather, and said, "Hey, Speedo boy, want Uncle Byron to make you cum! Bet I can!"
Chad burped. And then as the feather went to work on his swollen belly and hard cock and balls, he guffawed, moaned, and blew his load. He hadn't cum since he'd become a Speedo, and Chad generally had 5 or 6 loads per day between jock offs and dates. So he was pretty horny. Byron coaxed three loads out of sweating piglet Chad. He didn't notice that with each load, Chad's bloat decreased. Chad's trademark six packs were hidden by the puddle of cum covering his torso. He was just gushing gallons it seemed to him. He pulled his arms and legs again, but this time they moved. They stretched. The feather taunted his cock again, and he moaned and blew a fourth load.