"Hey, Tyler, the Speedo bin smells pretty ripe. Use the special sanitizer when you wash this load," Coach Sinclair said to the towel room attendant.
Tyler screwed up his nose, and started to wheel the Speedo bin toward the laundry room. He shouted, "Sure thing, coach!"
Then he shook his head, and looked down at the blue sea of Speedos, and remarked, "wonder which jock pissed off the coach this time?"
Chad freaked, Tyler must know that one of the Speedos is human. What is the special sanitizer? Will it make him a Speedo permanently? Will it make him human again? Will it erase his memories of being human? Chad's mind was racing. He was a fucking Speedo, he couldn't escape!
Tyler blinked. He could've sworn that Speedo in the corner moved. He didn't have any idea that a Speedo could be alive or that person could be transformed into a Speedo. He did know that whenever the coach had him use the special sanitizer that everyone who wore the sanitized Speedos would be constantly adjusting their junk. He figured that the sanitizer was an irritant or maybe an aphrodisiac, as almost all the Speedos would be wreaking of cum by the time they were returned to the laundry bin. It had to be his imagination, right? No. It moved again, and the bin was stationary this time. Tentatively, Ty reached for the living Speedo. He half expected a mouse of insect to crawl out as he lifted it out of the bin and shook it. It squirmed violently, but nothing came out. Tyler thought he could hear distant shouting, but he couldn't make out the words, as he held the suit by a tiny bit of fabric between his thumb and index figure.
His thoughts were interrupted by the coach shouting, "Tyler, I want the sanitized Speedos on the shelf for the swimmers before you leave tonight!"
Tyler shoved Chad in his pocket, and shouted back, "Yes, sir!"