Chad was barely aware as he was folded and stacked on top of other folded Speedos, and more folded Speedos were stacked on top of him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He couldn't. He was 100% Speedo. He wanted to be anything other than a Speedo, but a Speedo he remained. He felt so naked and vulnerable, and invisible at the same time. He lay there spread out flat, and then crushed by other inanimate Speedos. He wondered how many of them were also Coach Sinclair's sanitized Speedofied victims like Chad. Was he the only one? He felt so alone and helpless. Chad was naked, and afraid, and totally inanimate.
Chad was unaware that Coach Sinclair was sporting a major boner as he watched Ty folding the Speedos and stacking them. Chad would be super motivated to win the baseball championship after a week or two as a Speedo 24/7. Sinclair knew Chad would be both furious and grateful when he regained his human form. He'd be less grateful, when he found out it was only temporary. When Chad wasn't practicing or playing ball, he'd be a crotch jockey - er, were-Speedo. Coach knew that right now Chad the folded stacked Speedo was probably freaking out. He had no idea what was in store for him.
Coach Sinclair knew. He grinned, and headed back to his office to jerk off. The school had a limited number of swimsuits, half the suits were worn each period, while the other half were washed. So Chad would end up being worn by 3 or 4 different guys for the next two weeks. Best of all, the so-called "sanitizer " which rendered Chad mute also stimulated hormones in the wearer. Minutes after putting on a sanitized Speedo, the teenage wearer would be super horny.
Chad could only think muffled thoughts, as he lay pressed between fifty other Speedos waiting to be worn. He had been angry and upset when the coach had turned him into a Speedo, and put him on. But at least he had been able to communicate, now he was for all intents and purposes, just a school issued Speedo. No one could hear him, probably even the coach couldn't tell him from an ordinary suit. The bell rang. He could hear his classmates streaming in. Tyler was handing out suits. The pile was getting lighter. At last daylight, the last Speedo on top of Chad was lifted away. Ty's hand hovered over Chad, then withdrew. Chad felt relieved that he had a reprieve until next period. Then a sense of disappointment that no one had picked him. Whenever teams were made up, Chad was always the first one picked. Being passed over, even as a Speedo was a novel and frustrating experiences for the former big man on campus.