"347," Bruno said.
"347 what?" Rick asked.
"I set up a counter, so every time the door opened or closed, I got a count. Divide it by two, and that's how many guys used Chad."
"173 and a half?" Rick questioned.
"Well, obviously, a person held the door open when leaving for the next guy, so 174 or more guys emptied their bladders into Chad."
Rick smirked, "I emptied a lot more than my bladder, and when I exited, 5 guys from Dandridge High piled in when I opened the door."
"That explains the graffiti then," said Raj.
"Which graffiti?" Rick asked.
"The one about Chad swallowing Dandridge High's football team's cum. But it gave me an idea," Raj said motioning to the 3 gallon drink cooler he was carrying.
"Yeah, I had some of that Gatorade, man is it foul," remarked Rick.
"Not Gatorade, cum," corrected Raj, "After each of the team circle jerks, I collected the cum bucket's contents and froze it. I was saving it for a prank. Then I heard about Chad, and thawed it all into this cooler. Wanna help me dump it in him?"
"Yuck, cum," Rick said spitting.
"Let's put the antidote in it before we pour it in," suggested Bruno with a wicked gleam in his eye. Adding,"how many buckets of cum are in there anyway?"
"Filled it to the top, so at least 3 gallons, less whatever Rick drank."
When Bruno and Raj were standing inside the portapotty over Chad's bowl, Bruno held out a vial.
"Not sure if you can see this Chad, but this is the antidote. They say it tastes really bad, so Raj and me are mixing it with a season's worth of cum from the cum bucket before we give it to you."
Chad gurgled, "goo gah googeegiddinggee, urp."
Bruno laughed, and poured the vial into the open cooler, closed the lid, looked at Raj and said, "now we mix it in." He shook the cooler in a circular motion. Then after removing then lid, they emptied the gooey contents into the portapotty bowl.
Raj chuckled, "That's it portapotty boy drink it all up, and maybe you'll become a big man."
"Don't know about a man, but human and really big. I'm guessing at least 200 lbs heavier," Bruno commented as the last drops trickled into the open hole, "we better get out of here before he changes back with us inside him."
Raj exited with the cooler, Bruno paused and using a black marker added some more graffiti to Chad's wall before slamming the portapotty wall.
The portapotty started making loud gurgling noises and rocking back and forth.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Munroe asked.
"Yeah, of course it is," Rick said uncertainly, "right, Bruno?"
"No idea. First time I gave a portapotty the antidote," Bruno replied.
First time? Rick mouthed. Rico's eyes widened. They wondered how many guys Bruno had porta pottied. Rico remembered his father once commenting about ending up with extra units.
The portapotty seemed to melt like a plastic bottle on a stove or wax in the sun. It collapsed inward on itself. A bright blue hand emerged from the molten mess. Then a foot, and Rick said, "oh, damn, I should be recordimg this!" Rico, Bruno and a few others already were.
Soon the big blue blob began to assume the shape of an obese man, and the blue color showed splotches of pink and yellow. As the pink skin, and blond hair evidenced itself, the graffiti that had covered the portapotty, now covered Chad's bloated naked body.
"Hey, it's Dale the Whale!" Raj said referencing an old detective show villain.
"You mean Chad the Whale," Rick corrected oblivious to Raj's joke.
Chad moaned, and struggled to get up. Even on all fours, his swollen belly touched the ground.
"More than two hundred pounds, I guess," Bruno said with a whistle. Then he asked, "Say, Rick, you got a big livestock scale out on the farm, right?"
Chad belched, and Raj standing nearest him, added, "And you have equipment for washing cows and pigs too. Let's get him in the back of your pickup, and take him out to your farm."
"Hey, why my truck?" Rick asked, as he crinkled his nose, as the wind shifted.
"You haul manure in your pickup, Chad doesn't smell any worse," Bruno said.
Rick laughed, "Yeah, I still got manure back there."
Chad whined, "Manure?"
"Don't worry, the manure won't mind your stink, Chad," Rick answered.
"I don't think Chad can get up, maybe you better drive your trick over here, and we can together help load Chad into your truck," Bruno said.