Chad could hear voices outside his metal prison. It was the swim team yammering as they suited up for the Saturday meet. He still had no idea what happened to him.
"Hey, Coach Sinclair," Assistant Coach Sanchez greeted the head coach. He continued, "Congratulations, sir, I heard that you will be coaching at State next year."
"That's the plan, Sanchez," Sinclair opening Chad's locker, and stripping out of his coaching gear, and lifting Chad out of the locker.
Chad was freaking, huge giant naked hairy fat Coach Sinclair was stepping into him. Chad screamed as his body stretched to fill with Coach Sinclair's huge uncircumcised manhood and jawbreaker balls. He could taste the coach's sweaty balls, dried cum and piss. The rest of him hugged Sinclair's fat butt cheeks.
Sanchez smirked, as he looked at Coach in the tight Speedo not knowing it was really the star quarterback. He said, " You want one a couple sizes bigger?"
"Nah. I like it tight. Besides I've decided to swim laps daily, lose a little weight. In month or so it will fit perfectly,"Sinclair said out loud. His silent thoughts were directed at Chad, "QB you will be used to having a man inside you, and then you me and Simon from Breckenridge Academy will be the winning team next year at State. Package deal see. They'd only take me with the best QB and the best receiver in the state. And Simon, well he's a gay power top. He needs to have chemistry with his quarterback, and he has a mancrush on you. You'll be rooming together next year. Between your passing and his receiving skills, one of you should win the Heisman. Now let's see how you look in the mirror."
"Wait! What have you done to me? Simon? I'm going to be a power bottom? I'm not gay! No way. I'm straight. Rick is supposed to be my roommate," Chad ranted only heard in his wearer's head. As Sinclair stepped in front of a mirror, Chad gasped with the realization that, "I'm a Speedo!"
"That's all you'll be if you aren't the gay power bottom that Simon wants when you sign your joint letters of intent. And after being worn 24/7 by me for a month or so, you will be," thought Sinclair. Then he pulled on his tracksuit top, and waddle out to the pool.
Chad was mortified. He was naked wrapped around Coach Sinclair's obscene body. He begged the coach to cover up. Sinclair just gloated. He was showing off his trophy boy, even if he was the only one who knew.
The meet was against Breckenridge Academy. Bruno led Chad's school team to victory. Coach Sinclair congratulated the team. Then stood by the pool chatting with Sanchez and a few parents. A tall well built guy in a Breckenridge letterman jacket hovered nearby until the Coach was alone.
"Hey, Simon, what dya think?" Sinclair asked.
Simon laughed, "That's Chad?"
"Yep. As promised. Package deal."
"Well, why don't we go somewhere, and break wonder boy in together," Simon said.
"Well, I suppose we could talk in my office," Sinclair said nervously.
He led the way. Simon admired the naked swim team's bodies as they cut through the locker room. Sinclair closed and locked his office door behind them.
In the privacy of the locked office, Simon's demeanor became more take charge.
"Assume the position, Tiny Timmy!" Simon ordered.
Coach flung off his jacket, and bent over his desk hugging the opposite corners with his hands. Chad could tell this wasn't Coach's first time with Simon. A stream of excited memories leaked out of Sinclair's mind.
Simon pulled the Speedo backside out. The pain of being stretched was excruciating for Chad. He was pulled out a foot or so, and his face was buried impossibly deeper in Coach Sinclair's junk. Then he tucked his balls inside the Speedo. Chad could feel Simon's jeans against his outside. So he only unzipped. Suddenly, Simon's mind connected. Chad could see from Simon's perspective. He was looking down at a circumcised 10 inch erection poised to plow Sinclair's hairy ass.
Simon plunged in. The Speedo relaxed a bit as the stretching in the back decreased. With Simon's balls tucked inside him, Chad could feel and see Simon's thoughts. He considered Chad his property already.
Sinclair's cock sprang to life, Chad's pouch stretched. Stretch-relax, stretched, relaxed. In and out went Simon's cock and balls. Before Simon pulled out, Chad could taste his cum leaking out of Sinclair's ass. He couldn't believe Sinclair hadn't cum yet.
Simon thought, Sinclair can't cum, until I give him permission. Now Chad, Sinclair is a total bottom, so you'll probably taste a lot of cum over the next few weeks, but you'll long for my cum and weekly visits. If you're smart, Chad, you won't communicate your identity to any other tops. See you're a were Speedo now. Stick a cock in human you, and you become a Speedo. Ask yourself what would Bruno do if he knew that?
He pulled out wiping his tasty cum off inside the Speedo. Chad was mortified and terrified. He didn't see any way out.