Chad couldn't help but watch the players in the water with envy. Coach was running them through practice plays. If Chad had a head, he would be shaking it. He should be in the water directing the plays. If he were a player, he'd have them throw him the ball, and he would get it to the goal. Okay, he's not a player, but he shouldn't have Merrick throw to Rick to make the goal, he should have Merrick throw to Bruno, and then as the defense converges on Bruno, he should get it to Rick, as Merrick moves down pool, and Rick throws it to Metrick and GOAL!
Chad was amazed, coach called the next play identically to the one Chad imagined. It went on this way every practice, and every game. The team was winning. At first Chad resented coach using his plays. He didn't know if the coach could actually hear Chad or if because he was being worn Chad's thoughts were accessible or something. Still coach had promised that Chad would be in the pool if the team made it to the playoffs.
The rest of the time, Coach Sinclair wore his shorts or sweats over Chad most of the time. His wife complained a few times, but accepted his "superstitious belief" that if he wore it all season, they would make the playoffs. "But then, I never want to see that Speedo ever again," she declared.
Coach Sinclair swore that he wouldn't wear it after the playoffs. Chad concentrated on the videos of the other teams' plays and strategized new plays to defeat them.
"Merrick, great season! Looks like you're going to the championship playoffs!" Coach Sinclair.
Chad was so thrilled to hear this, he didn't even mind Sinclair's chubby.
Merrick sighed, "Yeah, I got us to the playoffs, now Chad gets all the glory if we win."
"Oh, give Chad some credit. He was at every game and practice, and he was calling most of your plays," Coach Sinclair.
"What? I never saw him at one game!"
Coach Sinclair pulled down his sweat pants, and Chad saw Merrick wearing only his Speedo, "Voila! Chad the Speedo. I've worn him 24/7 since this video was taken. Alexa, play Chad Speedo."
Chad gasped as the big screen TV came to life with Chad standing naked in the field house. He turned toward the camera as he turned blue. Then he collapsed into a tiny triangle of blue fabric. Then, Coach Sinclair's bare ass came into view, as he stepped forward and stepped into Chad, and pulled the Speedo up. The video stopped. Chad had to wonder if the coach had used a tripod or if someone else had been there too to record this?
Oh, well Coach Sinclair was going to take him off now, and change him back into a man. So he would just grin and bear it.
"Well, I guess if has been wrapped around your uh waist for the past 2 months, he does deserve to be in the pool for the big win," Merrick agreed begrudgingly.
"That he does. Now once I take him off, he will only remain a Speedo for a few seconds before he starts to change back into a man. So take off your Speedo, Merrick," Sinclair ordered.
Merrick blanched, "Y-y-you're not going to change me into Chad's Speedo are you?" Merrick asked nervously.
Coach Sinclair laughed, "No. Of course, not. You're going to wear Chad. You have to get him on before he changes back. You need to wear him 24/7 until after the championship playoffs. I'm giving him to you now so you can get attuned to his thoughts. He cannot really speak to you directly, but he can communicate - well, you'll see."
What! Chad shrieked tightening around the Coach, who immediately popped a boner.
Merrick laughed in relief at not becoming a Speedo, and at the prospect of wearing Chad. Then he noticed the coach's erection tenting Chad. He said, "But I wear a size 30 Coach, and I think that suit is too big for me."
"No worries, your cock is big enough to tent Chad too," Coach Sinclair explained, "besides Chad is guaranteed to fit his wearer perfectly. So as long as you get him around your waist fast enough, he should shrink to size 29."
"But I wear a 30," Merrick said.
"Chad's a real ball hugger," Sinclair explained.
Merrick snickered.
"Wait, if we win, what happens to Chad?" Merrick asked. Traditionally, the team captain's Speedo was retired, framed between to lucite panels and mounted in the natatorium. Only two championship Speedos hung there currently.
"No, worries," said Sinclair as he took the warm Speedo out of Metrick's hand, "that's one reason, I had you remove your Speedo and give it to me. This Speedo will end up framed and mounted when you win."
"So I can keep Chad," Merrick asked a bit too eagerly for Chad's taste.
"No, you don't. Win or lose, you have to surrender him to me. If you lose, I have to wear him until next water polo season. That should give Chad incentive to help you win."
"Oh, uh, okay, I guess that's fair. Give him to me," Merrick said.
Coach peeled off the Speedo, and handed it to Merrick. Merrick held it in his hands amazed to feel it moving. Chad was struggling to escape. The Speedo really was Chad. He grinned.
"Well, put him on!" Coach Sinclair shouted.