"Your return is fortuitous, Chad," Josh said, "you know the swim team will be having meets starting next week? Well, Sinclair decided that as team towel boy, I have to wear a team Speedo. Those fuckers cost over $50 a piece."
Chad could guess where this was going, so he chimed in, "Josh, I'll buy you a dozen to thank you for making me human again." He sounded eager as he said the first part, but became depressed and spoke dully after thank you because he knew what was coming next. Josh had begun to change him.
Chad untangled himself from his sprawl, but remained on his knees staring at Josh's crotch. He didn't know how or why, but he knew he belonged there.
Josh continued, "So, I wear a size 28, but you'll do as a super stretchy size 22. At least to start."
Chad felt suddenly empty, weak and insubstantial. He landed with a flop on the concrete locker room floor. Josh picked him up and looked at Chad's face imprinted on the pouch. It was moving, and mouthed the word "please".
"Aw, you want me to please put you on, Chad? Okay, I will."
Chad's eyes went round and his jaw dropped. Whatever else he wanted to mouth off about would be unknown as Josh wadded him up and set him on the bench. Then he began to strip.
Josh spoke as he stripped, "From now on every moment that I wear you will be your happiest moment. You want me to wear you forever, so you can show your gratitude by being the best, most pleasant to wear Speedo you can be." When he was naked except for his sneakers, Josh added, "now to try you on."