Merrick was skipping once he was out of Coach Sinclair's sight. Chad could sense Merrick's elation. Damn, Merrick'd never take Chad off if he could help it. Chad was absorbing Merrick's precum. He leaked a lot more than Sinclair had. Chad thought hungrily that Merrick's loads must be huge. Well, he would find out soon enough.
Splooge!
"Well, Chad, you must've been hungry. There's not even a damp spot on you!" Merrick remarked. "Coach said you were super absorbent when I thought you were just a Speedo. But everything has its limitations. Let's see just how much you can absorb."
Merrick started to piss. A huge wet spot expanded across the front of his pouch, and then rapidly shrank and vanished, while Merrick continued peeing.
"Good, you've mastered absorbing liquids. Now to see how you do with solids, Chad. Ugh."
Solids? Chad wondered.
Merrick grunted again, and began to push out a huge log from his ass. The mushy filth filled the seat of Merrick's Speedo. Chad mentally gagged and heaved, but as a Speedo all he could do was absorb.
Merrick went into the sauna and sat down. There was an awful squishing noise, as Merrick's excrement oozed everywhere inside the suit. But not a drop oozed out of either leg opening, nor out of the waistband. Nothing oozed through the fabric. Chad could feel the heat baking him. Sweat dripped down Merrick's body to his suit where Chad hungrily absorbed the sweet salty liquid trying to get rid of the taste of shit. After about 20 minutes, Merrick stretched. He stood on the bench and lowered his suit to his knees. It was clean.
"You definitely passed the solids absorbency test, now let's see if you can eat all my loads. Coach had me refrain from masturbating all week, so I'm super horny." Merrick pulled his suit back up, lay his body down, and started jerking off.
Splooge.
Oh, thought Chad, I'm going to be sick.
Splooge.
Splooge.
Please stop, Merrick!
Splooge.
Splooge.
"Ah, that might be your limit, my crotch still feels stick- oh, you're slowing down, but still absorbing. I think I can manage another load, Chad."
He started jerking again.
The sauna door opened, and Bruno entered with a six pack of beer in his hand.
"Hey, Merr, is Chad around? I thought I heard you talking to him a few minutes ago? It's why I brought cold beer."
Merrick was a little giddy from the heat and his endorphin fueled high from ejaculating. He leaned toward Bruno, and whispered, "Chad's right here!" He pointed at his bulge.
"Chad's your penis?" Bruno asked incredulously, "What are you on? Magic mushrooms?"
"No. The Speedo. Now you gotta promise not to tell anybody, Bruno. Now hand me a beer," Merrick said.
Bruno pursed his lips, and stared at Bruno like he was nuts.
"Hand me a beer and I will prove it to you, but you have to swear not to tell anybody!"
Silently, Bruno handed Merrick a cold one. He nodded his head, thinking humor the guy, or maybe it's one of Merrick's pranks. Merrick had once switched a teacher's #1 Teacher coffee cup with one that changed to a mocking insult when filled with hot liquid. Maybe the suit would appear with Chad's face if it got hot, cold or wet? It was dry now and looked like a regular Speedo, if maybe a tad small for Merrick.
Merrick popped the tab, and gulped down the beer. All that pissing and cumming had made him thirsty. Bruno took a step back, as Merrick stood swiftly, and took off the Speedo. He set it on the hot sauna bench. The blue fabric twitched, and started to inflate.
Bruno stared as the ounces of fabric grew into pounds of something else. He could see a human face start to emerge from the swelling blue goo. On either side of the face five bumps appeared and then started to become fingertips or maybe toes?