Thad stood there with his mouth gaping. The All Star Champion Quarterback and MVP of the Year, and Super Stud was now Thad's new Speedo? His mind jumbled with thoughts of Chad and how he could possibly have shrunk into a few ounces of yellow fabric. And the more he thought, the more his bulge grew until Chad was making gagging sounds.
"Sorry, Chad, I guess it is pretty big, but you'll probably get used to it after a few weeks," Thad thought happily. He didn't believe the little yellow Speedo was really Chad, but somehow Chad or someone impersonating Chad was communicating telepathically with him. He was sure that it was a prank, a very sophisticated prank. They were gaslighting him into thinking that Chad was really his Speedo. Well, he wasn't going to freak. He was going to play along. He grinned.
Chad was so busy gagging, he didn't catch Thad's thoughts. Now that Thad knew someone was telepathic, he would do his best to block them or ignore them. Thad figured his best option was to ignore the voice in his head, and just behave as if it was an ordinary Speedo and not a haunted one.
He went through all the swim drills at practice, and joined the team I'm their after practice circle jerk, in spite of Chad's pleas not to. Then after blowing a couple loads into the Speedo, the guy doing Chad's voice in Thad's head started slurring his speech like he had gotten drunk on cum.
After showering, Thad hung his wet Speedo in his locker while he dressed. He thought it was a nice touch that the telepath stopped talking accept when Thad had skin contact with the suit. His chief suspect was Bruno, but really it could have been any of a half dozen teammates. Thad had another thought and looked around the locker room. If Chad was using hidden cameras, he could be the prankster. He noticed an assistant coach was unlocking and checking inside lockers.
"Looking for something, Coach?" Bruno asked.
"Yeah, inventory is off. Guessing someone grabbed two Speedos instead of one."
It was then that Thad noticed the crumpled yellow fabric inside the shoe in his locker. It could be that the Speedo was the tuner that channeled words into his brain. He picked up the unworn Speedo and squeezed it together with his wet Speedo, them dropped Chad into his open backpack, he left the now damp Speedo in his locker to dry. As he was leaving, he made the excuse to go back to sip some water from the fountain. Just as he suspected, the coach had opened Thad's locker and was holding the damp Speedo. He shook his head, put it back in the locker, and locked it. Then he opened the next locker.
Quickly and quietly, Thad exited. His mind was racing. Maybe that guy had done something to Chad. Maybe he really was Thad's Speedo. Thad couldn't wait to get home to thoroughly inspect the living Speedo.