On Friday of Spring Break Week, Bruno lay unconscious on the hotel bed thanks to one of Rick's special cocktails. Rick gave Bruno a hand job through his Speedo, then peeled the damp Speedo off, and threw it on the floor.
Chad slowly writhed and grew. He was up to 150 lbs or so when flesh colored splotches began to mottle his blue skin. It was a lot more painful, and took a lot longer than changing back from being a jockstrap had been.
"Oh, fuck, Rick," moaned Chad, "I've got a killer headache. This was majorly unfunny." Chad was on his hands and knees looking up at Rick.
Rick frowned, "Not exactly the first words I was hoping to hear from Spandex Man. But you do have a headache, so maybe it's a side effect? The longer you're worn, the more that form becomes your true state, and the harder it is to become human?" Rick wondered. "Maybe after the return trip, your transformation will be easier?"
"Oh, no fucking way am I going to be your Speedo, Rick. Not going to be anybody's Speedo. Turn Bruno into jammers or shorts, and I'll wear him back home in the car with you." Chad pointed at naked Bruno snoring on the bed.
"Well, I guess a week as Bruno's Speedo wasn't enough to turn you into a cock hound, Chad," Rick said with a grin draping his arm across Chad's shoulders, "it would be fair I suppose?" Rick guided Chad over to the foot of the bed.
Then with a flick of his wrist, Rick was holding a blue Speedo again. He put Chad back on Bruno, and left.
The drive back was uneventful. Chad waited for them to drive to his house. Instead they drove to Bruno's. He got out. Said he had a great time, and would see everyone Monday.
Damn, even at home Bruno slept in his Speedo. Chad still was unable to communicate, and no one seemed to remember him. Monday came and went. Another week. Another Monday. Three weeks passed, had Rick forgotten about him too?
Friday night, after swim practice, Coach Sinclair had the swim team assemble. Coach Sanchez brought out a big cardboard box.
"Okay, team our first meet is next week, and we'll have new Speedos for it. Each of you get 3 Speedos. They're silk screened with your names on them. Sanchez will distribute them."
"Aaron! Bobby! Bruno! Carl!" Sanchez called the names, and handed out the packets.
Bobby and Carl were modeling their new suits. Bruno stared at the package in his hand. Almost all the team was suited up, when Sinclair noticed Bruno still hadn't.
"Problem, Bruno?"
"No. Just I've lived in this Speedo for like forever, it seems."
"Put it on, Bruno."
"Right, coach."
Bruno hung his old Speedo from the hook at the top of his locker. He dressed, and left.
Chad hung from his mouth for a long time before he realized it was his mouth, and he was human. He was naked and bruised locked in a dark smelly locker, but he was human. He shook the door, punched, kicked, and eventually broke the locker door opened. He climbed out into the locker room. His legs were wobbly. He had to steady himself on the bank of lockers. Eventually he sat on the nearby bench breathing heavily. He had to concentrate on breathing. He looked around. The locker room was empty, and cold, and he was naked.
He headed for his locker. He opened it up. It was empty. That's right he took everything home for Spring Break. He needed some clothes, but first he needed to warm up. He headed for the sauna.
The clock in the Sauna said 2 am when he turned on the heater. He enjoyed a long hot shower while the sauna heated up. It was after 3 am when Chad went clothes hunting. The lost and found had socks, jocks, and torn dirty t-shirts and shorts, but nothing he wanted to wear. He headed to the coach's office, and searched the desk.
"Bingo! Master keys!" Chad opened the store room and helped himself to some new team sweats.
He looked at the keys, and headed over to Rick's locker. He opened it with the master locker key. He cautiously examined the contents of the locker.