Chad's jaw dropped. The guy grinning at him from his doorstep is the last person that he expected to see there. It was the captain of one of the rival high school football teams. His name was Harris or Harrison? Harrison was it. His father was some filthy rich businessman. Chad could see Harrison's 2022 yellow Lamborghini parked in Chad's driveway behind Chad's old 2008 BMW, which had belonged to his older brother Brad.
"Uh? Harrison, what are you doing here?"
"Chad, call me Warren, after all intimates should be on a first name basis," said the nattily dressed young man, as he stepped through Chad's doorway, draped his arm over Chad's shoulders and guided him into his own living room, and kicked the door shut behind him.
"Uh, Warren, uh, oh," Chad moaned as his intestines grumbled.
"Here, sit down, Chad. Let me help you get undressed."
Chad was dizzy, and had trouble thinking, so he let Harrison put him in a recliner. He didn't realize that Harrison had stripped Chad naked, and taken off his shoes, and pants until Harrison lay his boner on top of Chad's semi-hard cock. He measured up two inches short.
Noticing the expression on Warren's, Chad decided to say, "Yeah, you should me when I'm hard. I'm a grower." He managed a pained smile, as he watched Warren's frown, while Chad's stomach growled.
Then Warren smiled, "I suppose the potential size won't matter a bit after you transform, Chad."
"Yeah, about that, W-w-arr-uhn,"groaned Chad, "what exactly am I becoming, and why are you naked from the waist down?"
"I'm naked from the waist down because I plan to wear you home, and then to wear you all Spring Break."
"Into what, and why does it hurt so much? Ugh, last time it didn't hurt like this!" Chad moaned.
"Oh, yeah, Rick told me about the test. That jockstrap thing was just temporary to see if you're elastic enough. Nah, this one has to last two weeks. So it has to be more permanent, which means it hurts, but instead of being a generic jockstrap, you're going to be a custom Speedo designed to fit my body."
"Oh, Warren," said Chad as he forced a grin, "then I'm really glad your junk is so tiny, if it has to fit inside me. But isn't Spring Break only one we-e-e-e-ek!"
The comment that Warren's manhood was tiny caused a look of consternation for a moment, but Chad's pained shriek of the word week restored his smile.
"Oh, your Spring Break might be one week, but my Spring Break is two weeks. Rick was really pissed when he negotiated your rental. He bitched that he should have charged more for two weeks. Oh, goodie, your skin is changing color. I should be able to put you on soon, and then you will shrink to form fit to my body."
"Puh-muh-nunt?" Chad managed to ask.as his body seemed to sag and deflate as it changed color.
"Well, you'd have to ask Rick, but he told me he plans to have you human in time for baseball season. We made a wager, but I'll let him tell you about that."
Chad groaned, and collapsed into what looked like the sideshow Fat Lady's giant bloomers. Warren Harrison stepped into them just as they snapped tight to his body.
He yelped in surprise as Chad shrank to fit.