As Vinnie snored and dreamed, Ryan found himself becoming larger and more substantial. He was a mesh cloth man-sized rag doll with his mouth engulfing Vinnie's oozing cock and balls.
In the living room watching the jockstrap grow to human proportions on the CCTV, Carter practically burst his nut, and Horst had a wet spot on Speedo.
"Oooh, Ryan Ragdoll! So cool. I bet he's superabsorbent," cooed Carter.
"Yeah, looks like the cure for being a jockstrap is to fill him with cum?" commented Horst.
Ryan was struggling with his cloth arms to lift himself off Vinnie's cock but to no avail. He managed only lame partial pushups with his stringy arms.
"Yo, Ryan, I always knew you were a likely cock sucker, you just needed the right incentive. A few more loads, and you might be nearly human. What do you think? Willing to suck my cock until you're back to your old self? Of course, I'll expect you to reprise your role as my personal cock sucker whenever I'm horny, but surely that's better than being Vin's jockstrap 24/7?"
"Uh, um, nuh, hk-hotter?" Ryan murmured softly. Carter grinned. It seems like cum may turn him back, but it also left Ryan wasted. Carter tucked his Speedo pouch under his balls and waved his erection at Ryan.
"Hungry, Ry?" Carter asked wiggling his boner like a doggy treat.
There seemed to be a tear in Ryan's fabric eye, as he looked hungrily at Carter's primed cock. It was probably just a bit of Vin's cum seeping through though. He managed to push himself off Vin's now completely dry flaccid cock. The fabric man flopped around like a fish out of water. He barely could support himself let alone move, but he managed to work his way over until his head rested at Carter's bare feet.
"Aw, that's a good boy, Ry-ry," Carter said dangling his boner just above Ryan's craning cloth neck.
Ryan's fabric fist knotted in a ball. He wanted to punch his buddy - just as soon as he drained his balls. What had Vin done to him? Why did he crave- it was the cure- drink enough and he'd change back, right? He was changing back? But he was wasted, the cum was so intoxicating, he could barely think straight. Did that mean he'd be addicted to cum, when he was human again? Nah...
Carter gently lifted the light weight ball of fabric that was now Ryan's head, and its gaping maw swallowed his manhood. Carter flopped backward on a lounge chair.
"Go to it, Ryan. I've been saving these loads just for you."
After nearly 90 minutes, Horst was munching on microwave popcorn, and laughing as Carter now limp and covered in shiny sweat begged Ryan to stop.
"Ryan was no longer white mesh fabric, but flesh tone fabric. He looked sort of like a zentai suit. Horst wondered what it would feel like to wear him. That sparked another idea. He rushed back to his bedroom, and dug a catalog out of his suitcase. He rushed to where Vin was snoring, and a half conscious Carter was mumbling, "no more, puh-leash shtop, so tarred...shtop, Ry-uhn, shtop..."
"Hey, Ryan, never thought I'd ever hear Carter beg someone to stop sucking his cock. Looks like you're nearly human. Looks like you're still fabric though, but not jock material any more. See this holographic metallic Speedo? I wanted to wear it in the Chippendale competition, but they're sold out. Do you think if I let you suck my cock that you could become my metallic Speedo like this one, you'd still be human inside the liner. Sound good? Still hungry?"
Horst said them like they were one question, maybe they were? Ryan was totally wasted. Could he be a Speedo? Horst's Speedo? Sure why not? He just needed another drink. Ryan stood up. He was hairless, shiny Spandex now, but his skin seemed to shimmer with red metallic patterns like the Speedo in the book. Horst smiled. Ryan walked toward Horst, as he slid his Speedo down to his knees. Ryan seemed to trip and fall, but he ended up swallowing Horst's half hard copy.
"Whoaaaah!" moaned Horst as the slick fabric engulfed him.
Carter and Vinnie snored oblivious to the hot action unfolding between them.