Johnny practically moved into the room next to Chaz, and no one said anything about Chad anymore. It had been a week since Johnny put Chad on, and he had been wrapped around Johnny's waist nearly 24/7. The times he wasn't around Johnny's waist, he was around his thighs or ankles. Johnny was worse than Bruno.
Chad was losing it. He couldn't believe everyone was forgetting him. He was even forgetting himself sometimes. He was Speedoboy. He was owned. Damn, Chaz. Damn, Johnny.
Then one day, Chad had no way of being sure when it was, Johnny took him off.
"Yo, Chad, gotta date with Chazikins today, and I promised not to wear you, but I got a treat for you."
He tossed Chad the Speedo into a plastic bucket. Then he appeared with a Thermos jug.
"I had may teammates jerk off into this jug all week. Told them, I was planning to dump it on Chad. Half of them didn't know who I was talking about, and the others only vaguely remembered you were a rival football player. Anyway, while I'm away, you can soak up a couple gallons of cum. See ya!"
Glub, glub, glub, slosh. The bucket filled burying Chad in a sea of white goo.
Johnny figured the bucket and cum would keep Chad Speedofied. But he didn't know just how absorbent Chad was. Soon there was only a Speedo in the bucket. He was totally out of it. He needed to escape. Slowly, Chad the Speedo began to pulsate, then swell, he was slowly reverting. It probably took at least an hour maybe two. The bucket toppled over, and Chad began to expand on to his bedroom floor. He managed to get on his hands and knees. He wasn't quite himself. He was what he had been in the field house. He was blue Spandex shaped like a man, but he wasn't solid. He was a hollow man. He struggled to his feet. He felt so weak. He tried to pick up a pair of pants, but his arm was too insubstantial compared to the heavy denim. He tried to use his phone, but he was the wrong material or maybe not enough pressure to activate the screen. He was like a big floppy balloon. He stumbled to the window. He saw Bruno outside. It had to be Saturday, Bruno came over to swim laps on Saturday. He was sweaty and panting. He stopped to use Chad's pool after running along the River Trail. He was Chad's hope right now.
He crawled out the kitchen dog door, after attempting to turn the handle unsuccessfully with his floppy hollow hand. He waved maniacally at Bruno who had stripped out of his sweats, and down to his Speedo and was about to dive into the pool.
"Ch-chad?" he said uncertainly as if he only half remembered his bud. "Chad!"
In a faint whisper, which was all cloth Chad could manage, Chad said, "Brun-uh, hulp me. Johnny Sako turned me into a Speedo." He recounted the story, but as he spoke his cloth body deflated. Bruno came close to him, and then he said.
"Chad, it's you're lucky day, I'm here to rescue you from being Johnny's Speedo..."