Chad woke when he heard his name. He was staring into a mirror. His cheek was oddly swollen. It felt like there was something in his mouth. He opened his mouth, a his hugely swollen tongue flopped out.
"Morning, Chad. Today I'm wearing you to the beach. It's the middle of Spring Break, so everybody you know should be there. While I get a kick out of the way you look now, I think you probably wouldn't want it known that you were a were Speedo. I mean everyone will want a turn wearing you. Heck, you might end up permanently on some of those guys," Rico said.
Chad's mind raced, he didn't realize Rico could hear his thoughts until Rico spoke again.
"Oh. Yeah. If it happened to one of your buddies, you'd want a turn. And I'm sure those jokers from the other schools' football teams would all want their turns to jerk off and fart or piss in you. Oh, yeah, I'm sure Bruno will be there," chortled Rico.
Chad was in a total panic.
"But first, breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day!" Rico said grabbing his cock, and jerking off a load into Chad.
Chad was vaguely aware that Rico pulled some shorts on, and ate breakfast with his family. He realized Rico was no longer wearing shorts, and had just finished shaving, when he remembered he was Rico's Speedo, and they were going to the beach. His panic snd fears returned.
Rico walked over to his wall mirror again, and stood so Chad could see himself.
"No worries, Chad. Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. Remember you're a Speedo now. Concentrate on being my Speedo, and not being human, not being Chad. If you look like a Speedo, no one will guess that you're really our team's star quarterback. I know you can do it. See, here's a photo of you as my blue Speedo two days ago. So I know you can change color, and hide your facial features. Remember?"
Chad only remembered melting up Rico's hairy leg. He shuddered.
"Sounds like it was a good for you as it was for me," Rico said as Chad's memories paraded through his mind.
"But you don't have to be blue. I mean your current bronzish skin tone is unique for a Speedo, and some guys may recognize your coloring even with your eyes and mouth closed," Rico said punching all of Chad's panic buttons. "Black, blue, red, green, yellow, white, or maybe a pattern?"
Chad's mind was racing as he imagined being different color Speedos on Rico. He didn't know if he could do it. Chad's panic and fear turned to anger. Rico watched as Chad's tan skin turned a deep pinkish red, then orange red. Initially, he was the color his skin turned when flushed with anger, but it deepened into a true Speedo red with a hint of a shimmer. His eyes vanished from the fabric, but he could still see. He concentrated on being Rico's perfect Speedo. If Chad was going to be a Speedo, he was going to be the best damned Speedo he could be. The leg openings narrowed to form a v shape silhouette of Rico's crotch. Then he lifted Rico's bulge to emphasize his junk.
As Rico posed slowly turning in front of the mirror, Chad thought Rico looks hot.
"Thanks, Chad. You look perfect. Now just concentrate to keep this shape," Rico said.
Chad realized something was missing. He concentrated harder. A Speedo insignia appeared on one side of the suit.
Rico noticed, and laughed, "Try harder, Chad. Remember you're looking in the mirror. The logo's backwards."
Chad was embarrassed. The logo flipped and swam across the Speedo pouch to the opposite side of the suit.
"Perfect!" said Rico. Then he collected a few things into a tote, put on his flip flops, and added, "Now we go to the beach."