Chad hung there alone for at least three hours. Then the door opened. Bruno staggered in. Chad didn't know what Bruno had been drinking, but he could smell the alcoholic reek from Bruno from 10 feet away. The door clanged shut. Bruno spun around toward the noise, and walked backwards away from the door. He backed straight into the leather punching bag with Chad's headshot taped to it.
"Huh?" Bruno spun around to grab whoevet snuck up on him. Hr saw he had grabbed the punching bag, and said in relief, "it's only you, Chad."
Bruno looked around. He was alone in the gym. He stared into the unblinking eyes of Chad's photo. Then he wrapped his arms around the punching bag- Bruno was hugging him.
He slobbered on the bag as he held on for dear life. Then slurring his words Bruno said, "Uh, ya nuh, Chad, Aah could ne'er say dis tuh yuh face," Bruno turned to look into the eyes of Chad's photo taped to the punching bag, and whispered, "Chad, Aah, (hic) fucking love ya." Then he pounded the bag with one fist, adding,"I wisssh I could tell the ruul Chad how aah fill."
Chad felt Bruno's erection pressing between them, then Bruno straightened up and kissed Chad's photo. Then Bruno tucked his pouch under his balls, and started humping the leather punching bag.
Chad was initially horrified, but when Bruno spurted his hot white seed on the bag, Chad felt an electric shock. Bruno moaned, yawned, and slid down the bag smearing him cum into chad, then he fell asleep on the gym floor.
Chad felt his insides swirling. It felt like he was being pummeled by the football team all over again. He passed out. He didn't know if hours or minutes had passed. He opened his eyes everything was still sepia tinged. Chad was still hanging from the hook on the ceiling. He looked down at Bruno's snoring prostrate body. Then he realized that his feet were touching the floor. He had feet again. He tried to speak but remained mute. He looked up at his arms. They were clad in leather and bound at the wrists. He was hanging from the binding that was secured to the hook. He swung his leather legs up, wrapping them around the rope to which the hook was secured. Hanging upsidedown supporting his body with his legs, Chad pulled his still leather arms binding over the hook. He was free. He did a summersault as he fell toward the gym floor landing in a near perfect gymnastics dismount. Chad ran over to the mirror yo check himself out. He was basically human shape, but generic male form. His features were smooth, his skin was brown leather, except for the dildo at his crotch, and the round hole where his mouth should be. He ran his fingers over the smooth leather, it wasn't a suit, it was his skin. Bruno's cum on his skin had partially broken Rico's spell. He looked over at prone Bruno. Maybe Bruno's cum inside him would break the spell or at least make him more human?
He went over to Bruno, and tried jerking him off, but Bruno's cock remained soft. Maybe in an hour, he'd try again. An hour? What time was it. Rico could come back, or somrone else might find them. He couldn't explain. He looked like a fetish sex doll, he couldn't speak. What would Bruno do when he woke up and saw Chad? Chad decided he had to find a safe place for them to wait in private. Chad picked up the 8x10 of his former visage, and taped it to his chest. Then he hefted Bruno over his shoulder, and carried him like a fireman would out of the gym, and into the locker room. Chad headed for a store room that was used for gymnastic mats and wrestling mats. He had used it for liaison with various cheerleaders over the years because it was near the door to the gym. He punched in the door code- coach used the same code all the time. He lay Bruno out a mat behind a stack of mats, so thst Bruno wouldn't be seen from the doorway. Then Chad lay down next to Bruno. Chad was so tired after his transformation, being beaten, partially transforming, and carrying Bruno that he passed out.