*please, Rick, we're buds. I'm not your Speedo. I'm a human being. Change me back* Rick's Speedo pleaded.
Rick just laughed to himself.
Then he thought at Chad *were buds, we're human, but now you're a Speedo who can be human when it suits me. When I'm suited up, shut up, just be what you are, Speedo. My Speedo. *
Chad was horrified. He was still aware. He was still human mentally, but now his psychic means of communication was gone. He could still hear, smell, taste, see and feel, and he was aware of his wearer's thoughts, bit he was now mute. Not only had Rick muted him, but somehow on a very basic level Chad with every fiber of his being that he was now Rick's Speedo. He felt so diminished.
Rick thought *silence. That's better. The way that Speedo was yakking, I would have been sporting a boner all day* Chad could empathize with not wanting his teammates to misinterpret what was happening. If Rick had a boner throughout practice, they might think he was gay. If they knew Chad was now his Speedo, they'd think Chad was gay. It really was for the best that Rick made everyone forget he existed. This way his friends and family wouldn't worry about his absence or that he was no longer human.
Weirdly Rick's changes made Chad content to be his Speedo.
Rick swam. Chad remained silent. Rick, Bruno, and the other swim team members gossipped, told bawdy jokes, mocked other athletes, and jerked off together. Bruno invited Rick over to swim and lounge by his pool. Hours passed. Rick didn't think once or about Chad. Rick did think a few times about how comfortable his new Speedo was to wear.
Chad would have blushed at the compliment. He was glad that his owner found him so comfortable. Owner? That word jerked at his conscience. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was that felt wrong.
Rick slept in his new Speedo because he was so wasted from partying all afternoon and night with Bruno that when he finally made it home at 4 am, he passed out on top of his covers still wearing Chad.
When he woke with a killer headache. He showered, and hung his wet Speedo in the shower to dry. Monday morning when Rick went to take his morning shower, he found the Speedo.
"So that's where I left it. I'll need it for practice today. He shoved it in the water pouch if his backpack, then showered and dressed.
Chad listened to all the people around Rick talking. He listened to the English teacher lecture. And history teacher lectured too. In math, he was useless since he couldn't see the formulae from his location in the backpack.
Katie Evans set next to Rick in math class, and from his mesh prison in the backpack on the floor, Chad got to look up Katie's dress. The pink panties with Hello Kitty looked family. He suddenly remembered that Katie had worn then when Chad banged her. He hadn't always been Rick's Speedo, had he. Memories weaseled there way back into his mind. He remained mute, but he was remembering. Maybe Rick's power wasn't absolute or maybe his spells wore off over time. Chad hoped that was true. He hoped he could be human again.
Chad dripped dry in Rick's dank locker after swim practice. He was remembering. The more he remembered the angrier he got. He tried to remember what it felt like to be flesh and bone instead of Lycra and Spandex. He remembered it, but remained Rick's Speedo.