"G'dmn coach," murmured Tony as he slowly staggered into the locker room. Thirty laps just for mouthing off. It was inhuman. His shirt and shorts were pasted to his body with his own sweat. Thank goodness for the drinking fountain by the track. The locker room seemed deserted. Just as well, he hated getting razzed by those asshole jocks. He could take any of 'em in a fight, one on one, but they usually teamed up when he tried that.
He peeled off his shirt, and hung it on his locker door to dry. Shoes, and socks next came off, then his shorts and jockstrap. He stood in the locker room for a moment or two basking in the coolness of the air on his bare skin. He sighed, and headed toward the showers, then an urge to relieve himself diverted him.
As he approached the bathroom, he thought he heard someone inside. So he straightened himself up. The sounds were like a sigh or gasp, and gurgling.
"Hello, anyone here?"
No answer, just odd noises. He looked into the gurgling stall, and crinkled up his nose. There was Chad overflowing. So that was the noise. He was tempted to close the stall door, and leave it for the weekend janitor. He sniffed his stinky armpit. Well, he was going to take a shower anyway. He shrugged. No one was around to notice his good deed, and tarnish his image as a badass. So he got some paper towels, and removed the bulk of the paper clogging Chad. Fortunately, it was mostly paper. He threw it in the trash, and then he flushed Chad, who drained normally.
"Glug, th-th-thank, gluuuu!" said the toilet.
"Did you just say, "Thank you?" Tony said shaking his head. He must be imagining things. He needed to sit down. So he did, he set his bare ass down on Chad. His eyes opened. Something was wrong. The toilet seat was warm. It should be cold, shouldn't it?
Tony looked out the open stall door, on the tile floor by the urinals were a urinal cake, and a spray can. Inanimation spray? He scratched his head, and emptied his bladder.
"Aahhh," he sighed as the last drop dripped out. Then he sat up straight, "S-s-s-orry, are you human?"
"Glub, gluh, yesh!" sloshed Chad.
"Ho, oh, yeah," said Tony rubbing his hardening penis.
He continued, "I bet one of those football jerks did this to you, didn't they?"
"Glub, ghesh," answered Chad.
"No, don't tell me. I don't want to know who you were. I know you have to stay inanimate for about a week, and I won't be able to use you or anyone else that's been changed - guessing maybe another toilet or urinal. Pretty sure those slots were empty, my dad's a plumber, he said that no one's doing work here until the School District pays for its overdo bills. I guess, they're waiting for the state legislature to finalize the budget to get their money, and pay the workers?" he shrugged. He was sweating again, and precum was oozing down his cock lubing it up. "Oh, well, tell you what, toilet boy, if those football jerks don't change you back before Spring Break, I will try to - I just have to find some antidote spray, it's gotta exist doesn't it? Oh, dude, sorry, but sitting on a human toilet really gets my rocks off. Aaaah, yeeeahhh!"
Tony threw his head back. A dollop cum splashed into the toilet, and small puddle on the toilet seat sent a string of cum down into water connecting the two dollops. Tony wiped himself clean with toilet paper, and then he stood and wiped the toilet seat and bowl rim with the dirty toilet paper. He painted Chad with his cum.
"I christen you cum bucket," Tony said, and tossed the wadded up toilet paper inside and flushed Chad.
"There. Now, that wasn't the worst thing that's going to happen to you. I mean you are a toilet, now. But I want you to promise to be my go to guy whenever I want my cock sucked, if I can change you back."
Chad was silent.
"You gotta promise, or I won't even try to change you back," said Tony.
There was a pause. No one else knew Chad was a toilet. Tony didn't even know he was Chad. From his few run ins with Tony, and Tony's general hatred of team players that was probably for the best.
Tony started to close the stall door, saying, "You know I could put out of order signs on all the other toilets,,,"
"Blugh, gurgle, OOo-Kah!" belched Chad.
"Okay? So you'll be my cocksucker, if I change you back, then?"
Chad gurgled softly, "Glesh, yesh, yesh!" The running water filling the bowl sounded like sobbing. Tony was happy. He showered, but before he left, he hung an out of order sign on the door of Chad's stall. Then, Tony went inside the stall, locked the door, and stepping on Chad with his dirty boot boosted himself over the stall wall, and climbed down on Rick, and exited his stall.
Tony stopped and picked up the can of animation spray, and put it in his jacket pocket. Then he looked at the urinal cake, he wedged the edge of his boot under it, and kicked it into the nearby urinal formerly known as Todd.
"I can't believe I need to piss again. Guess, I drank too much water after all those laps."
Bruno screamed silently, as Tony kicked him into the urinal. He was sure he would shatter, but he didn't. Now the hot stream of piss was searing trough him. He was dying, but it felt so good. Tony sighed, and flicked off the lights, as he left.