Chad went through the five stages of grief.
He couldn't believe he had been turned into the coach's Speedo. Friday night he kept denying it. By Saturday morning he was enraged. His fucking coach, the guy he trusted had done this to him. His ranting seemed to just make the coach hornier. The fucker squeezed off four loads into Chad before noon. Chad envied the swimmers practicing, he used to have arms and legs. He cursed the coach to high heaven.
After the coach's lunch, and nooner with Bruno, Chad got only a few drops of cum. The rest left up Bruno's bubble butt. Chad felt hungry, and deprived. That was his lunch he thought angrily. He started to bargain with the coach. He agreed to give him head daily, if he would only turn Chad human again. The coach scoffed at the idea. He spent several hours ignoring Chad, whose desperation had increased that he begged the coach to change him back and plow, Chad's virgin ass. The coach snickered, but muttered, "nope." He took his wife out to dinner, and then made passionate love to her, the whole time he never took Chad off. Chad was starving, and savored the few drops leaking from the coach's cock. His bargaining was for naught. He had offered everything he could think of, and now he was depressed. The coach slept soundly. Chad didn't not. He wallowed in his depression all night.
The following Sunday, Coach Sinclair wore Chad the Speedo under his clothes to Church. He made a point of sitting with his wife in the same row as Chad's family. Chad was desperate. He was so close, but so far. Coach was enjoying Chad's despair so much that he started to get hard. So he started reviewing all the year's football stats. That just depressed Chad further. Those were his touchdowns, his plays, his championship, and now he was just an overweight middle aged guy's speedo. Coach added mentally, "and that's all you'll ever be, former Stud. You dickless wonder, the only way you can get a hard on now is I get one." Chad was mortified. His parents and brothers hadn't mentioned him once. It was like he never existed. He expected they'd be worried and ask the coach if he had seen Chad or something?
After luncheon, Coach said goodbye to his wife and daughter who were going to visit his mother-in-law overnight.
At four o'clock, the coach stripped down to his Speedo ("formerly known as Chad" he thought pointedly), as he lighted the barbecue, and waited for the swim team to arrive. They were goofing around in the pool while the coach barbecued steaks, burgers and hot dogs. The food smelled good to the players, but Chad didn't seem to care. He just wanted to taste more of the coach's cum. He was so hungry. He was so depressed.
That night the coach posed flexing his obese hairy body in front of the full length closet mirror. He grinned. He was a stud. and that dumb football jock who had lusted after his daughter had been a useless waste of space as a human being, but was a damn fine Speedo. The coach recounted how he and not Chad had won all those games. The ensemble of players under his direction could have won with any jerk as quarterback. Chad's sniveling made Coach rock hard, and even though he was well fed, Chad sobbed himself to sleep.
In the morning, the coach jerked off after reaching for his wife, and then remembering she was at her mother's. She'd be back tonight though. Coach didn't address Chad this morning. He used the toilet, showered, dressed and headed to school.
He supervised the swim team, wrestling team, water polo team, and then retired to his office. He churned out a load which Chad promptly absorbed/swallowed. Chad piped up for the first time that day, "Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, I promise I'll be the best Speedo you've ever worn.
Coach Sinclair sat up and frowned. He'd broken Chad in record time. He hadn't expected Chad to accept being a Speedo. He had expected Chad would have been in denial for the weekend, and would be now unleashing his anger. But Chad had raced through all the stages of grief at losing his human body, and was now happy to be a Speedo. Now that's all he ever could be. The coach sighed, he couldn't turn a Speedo into a man, and Chad was all Speedo. He peeled off his suit and left it on the office floor, while he showered in his private bath. He came out and dressed in his jockstrap, shorts and polo shirt. Then he put on his socks and shoes. He disdainfully picked up his former star athlete, and headed out into the locker room. Unceremoniously, and to Chad's shock, Coach dropped him into a laundry bin filled with used Speedos.