Chad was moaning! He was actually making sounds. He almost yelled for help, but realized only Ty would hear. He had to get up, he had to get out. He tumbled on to the filthy sauna floor. He rolled back and forth. His cylindrical body was pushing out. As it elongated, his legs started to separate. Two stiff rods now extended from his shoulders. As Ty ate his sixth piece of pizza, and watched his fifth episode, Chad began to move his arms and wiggle his fingers. He tried to stand, but he only managed to tumble sideways onto the benches. His feet had yet to reform. Heat! It was cooler closer to the floor. He wobbled his body until he was upside down with his legs closer to the ceiling. He watched as the stubs at the ends of his gray rubber legs began to differentiate. He at last had toes. He wiggled them, and tried to upright himself. He ran his rubber clad fingers around his neck and back trying to find the seam. But there was no seam yet. He could wait in the sauna and maybe they would form, but Ty could come back at any moment.
He tried to close his oh shaped mouth, and his hand felt his crotch hole and butt hole. They held on to the dildo shape. Maybe the heat would heal them?
Or maybe he needed duct tape to get out of this suit? Maybe it had to be repaired before he could take it off? Ty had said duct tape could repair him, right? There was a load of duct tape in the equipment room.
Chad struggled to open the sauna door. It was tightly sealed, and he didn't weigh much more than he had as a tackle dummy. He finally got it open. He closed it, cranked the timer which had rundown, and headed for the equipment room.