Jeff saw that the hand holding him belonged to Ray, the captain of the swim team.
"Oh man. This sucks. I forget my suit and now I gotta wear this one in the lost and found? I hope its clean." Jeff felt Ray's hand holding his smooth black lycra body in his grip. His new body slid smoothly over itself as he was wadded up in to a ball and carried to a locker.
Ray stripped his clothes off revealing his enormous chest and chiseled muscles. The body of a swimmer. He was shaved from head to toe, smooth and clean with a speedo shaped sun tan around his waist betraying his time in the sun, and his swimwear of choice.
Jeff felt himself being stretched out as Ray stepped in to the leg holes on either side, and then pulled Jeff up over his calves, over his thighs, and then on to his cock.
Jeff felt Rays warm organ press in to his stretchy body and push it outward making a bulge in the front. It was Jeffs face. He could feel his face being pushed out by Rays package. He gave a mental shudder of pleasure at the feeling, cupping Rays dick and balls in his smooth self.
Ray reached down and squeezed his dick through Jeff and adjusted himself. Now he was ready to swim, and Jeff was ready to go with him, but then he felt something odd...