Chad collapsed sore, bruised, and rubbed raw from giant Bruno's rough cleaning. He leaned his naked back against the side of the water ball with his knees scrunched up to his chest.
Bruno poured some thick gooey green liquid into the bottle all over Chad.
"Ew! You slimed him!" Chortled Rick.
"Watch, Rick," instructed Bruno. He added a clear pink liquid which began to foam up as soon as it hit the green goop, which Chad was struggling to wipe off himself. The fizzy liquid seemed to liquify Chad as he disappeared in the green foam. Soon the bottle was filled with pinkish green foam. Chad's eyes float independently and aimlessly in the greenish pink foam. He's helpless, formless, and confused.
Bruno's grinning face looms large, as he inspects the foam closely through the bottle to make sure Chad is completely foamed. Bruno's smile broadened.
"What happened to Chad?" Rick asked.
"I suppose you might say that he's foam rubber."
"Sweet!"
"Now had me the bottle with the yellow liquid."
"Oh, it's warm? And it smells like pee! What is it?"
"Any mild acid would do to complete the reaction. So yes, it is pee." Bruno explained pouring it into the foam filled bottle.
The foam turned black as it collapsed. Chad sloshed around the bottle with brown urine up to his thighs. Bruno poured the brown liquid down the drain with Chad upside-down in the bottle. Then he filled the bottle with tap water and drained it four times. Chad had extended his arms and legs to hold his body in place while Bruno repeatedly filled and emptied the bottle with tap water.
"There that should do it. All elasticized. Now we need the potions and silk screening equipment. After I change him back into a Speedo, we will only have a few minutes to permanently mark him before he becomes a Speedo permanently, then he won't hold any dye after that."
"He won't hold dye? Oh, you mean Byron can't mark him up?"
"Right. Okay, Rick let's go pickup the stuff I need to finish fixing suit boy," Bruno said.
Chad shouted, "My name us Chad! Now let me out of here!" The tiny man in the bottle let go of the sides of the bottle. He checked himself our. Everything appeared to be wear it was supposed to be, and was proportionally correct. But he had been in pieces his parts and organs floating in that foamy soup. He had freaked simultaneously looking out one side of the bottle at grinning Bruno, and the other seeing Rick on the otherside filming him in the bottle.
Bruno laughed, "Nope, pipsqueak! You're Rick's Speedo now and forever. At least you will be when I get done with you, and this time even Byron won't be able to screw it up because now you're super elastic, and can stretch no matter what he does to you."
Chad stood and pounded furiously on the walls of his plastic prison. His body felt wrong. His fists literally bounced of the plastic was of his prison. Something was wrong with him. More wrong than being tiny. His skin was shiny. He had thought it was residual liquid, but his skin was dry. It even squeaked when Chad rubbed his chest with his hand. He realized that he was now a tiny rubber action figure. He had to escape before they returned.
Damn, Chad's boner is still hard. It needs attention. He tugs on it. It stretches, whoa It stretches his arm's length!