Oh, fuck no! thought Chad as he collapsed into a tiny bit of fabric. It was bad enough being slathered on his teammates, but to be worn wrapped around the crotch and ass of the annoying towel boy? This couldn't happen. As the towel boy to the swim team, Josh would stand around all day in his Speedo sweating and working on his tan, but never getting wet. By the end of the day, Chad would reek of Josh's sweaty balls.
Josh picked him up, and Chad screamed, "NO! NO! NO!" as Josh stepped into him and pulled him up.
Chad could see his face reflected in the mirror, he could see his panicked expression, and then suddenly his cheeks were stuffed like a squirrel that had found 50 nuts. He looked ridiculous, he couldn't even speak properly. He managed a "Nuh", and then he suddenly felt really good with Josh's manhood and ass inside him. He had never felt happier. Um, oh, I shouldn't be happy to be Josh's underwear or swimsuit or whatever. I'm Chad, I'm uh, th-the quarter b-b-ack. I'm happy. I'm Josh's Speedo. And he smiled contentedly with his stuffed cheeks. He had never been so happy before.
Grateful? Josh says I should be grateful? I shouldn't be, but I am. How can I may towelboy happy? Well, his dick is inside me, I guess if I make him cum that will make him happy. Chad began moving and wiggling and slurping and somehow his cloth body stretched moved and enveloped Josh's cock and balls and massaged them. He could feel Josh's giddiness before he blew his first load. Chad coaxed the last tribbles out, and as the cock softened, he went back to work to get it hard again. Josh was now lying in the sauna sweating, as Chad got him hard again. And every moment that Chad jerked off Josh, he was that much happier. He could never let Josh take him off, ever.
Josh showered after blowing 4 loads, and ambled back to the locker room. He had planned to take Chad off, but as he modeled in front of the mirror, he had second thoughts.
"Needs some custom fitting," Josh remarked, "And I'm not sure I want the coach seeing Chad's mug on my crotch. Though Bruno's another story."
Chad was paying attention. He didn't want to displease Josh in any way or get altered in any further way. He wanted to stay happy, just the way he was.
"Whoa!" gasped Josh as Chad's seat became formfitting hugging Josh's butt with an invisible seam buried deep in Josh's butt crack, "Nice work. I guess I don't need to change you, can you make your face disappear, too?"
He watched as Chad's features melted into a normal tight Speedo pouch. Josh smiled. He forgot to take Chad off, as he planned, and pulled on his jeans. He felt happy, really really happy. Chad beamed his happiness at Josh. Be happy.
It was only when Josh woke up the next morning, and walked into the bathroom that Josh realized he was still wearing Chad, and Chad was grinning like a freaking idiot. Josh decided he'd wash that smile off Chad's face, and began pissing. He expected his suit to get wet and piss to squirt and dribble everywhere, but it didn't. Chad absorbed it all. Chad had been busy, as Josh had slept, Chad slipped into Josh's mind, and he now understood how and what Josh had done to him, and how he could make sure that Josh remained happy and would never take Chad off. No, he could never take Chad off. There was no need for Josh to ever take Chad off.
Josh frowned, and then smiled. Chad had slurped up all his piss. Josh tried to stick his thumbs between the elastic waistband and his skin, but he couldn't find a purchase. He ran his hands over his skin and suit. There was no separation. Sure the texture changed, but Chad was now fused with Josh's skin. He sat on the toilet and tried to push out a log. But nothing pushed out. In fact the tight fitting butt hugger seemed to be buried deep in his ass, and had apparently devoured all of Josh's crap before he could pass it.
Chad was very very happy.