Chad blinked. He gasped for air. He was human again, He was naked on the locker room floor. He had to remember how to breathe. His hand instinctively went to his crotch to grasp his manhood. He was smooth,
"Wait, sir, you forgot something!" Chad exclaimed.
"I didn't forget anything, Chad. We cannot have you knocking up some cheerleader in your final days as a human, now can we?" Richard said. He reached over and undid the lock of the locker next to Chad. It was Chad's locker. How hadn't he noticed before? "Now get dressed. You can still orgasm with a dick up your ass, and I bet there are more than a few of your old teammates who will be more than happy to oblige." Richard laughed and walked away.
Chad stood on wobbly legs. It had been months since he really stood on his own feet. While he'd been human shaped in Master Richard's shower, he had only been an inflated pool toy really. He desperately wanted to eat food, and taste something other than cum or piss. He reached into the locker. Everything that he wore that Friday months ago was there. He dressed carefully. He noted how each sock fit and felt, how his underwear felt oddly baggy due to his missing er "equipment". Oh, fuck, he was going to have to piss sitting down now. He wished he had some extra socks to stuff into his pants to fill out his bulge.
Richard reappeared and tossed him a pair of balled up dirty sweat socks. Apparently, he was still reading Chad's thoughts.
"Thanks for your socks, sir."
"They're not mine. I grabbed them out of lost and found. I don't think they match, but then you're not going to wear them on your feet, are you?" He snickered. "Well, we best be getting to class."