"Oh my head is throbbing," moaned Chad as he awoke.
He was disoriented and sore. He realized he was hanging by his lip in a school locker. Thad's locker? Damn, the nightmare was real. He was a fucking Speedo. No. No. No. Chad screamed, "I am a man!"
The suit fell off the hook, and landed with a splat on the bottom of Thad's locker.
Chad was motivated by anger and disgust at himself for what he allowed to be done to him. He would pound Bruno, Rick, and Thad into oblivion, once he became human again.
Hour after hour, Chad struggled to be human again. At last he moved. At least he thought he moved a bit. He tried again. Yes. His fabric body shifted in the locker. He felt stronger. His fabric body seemed to grow thicker. He was more like Neoprene than Spandex and Lycra. A wetsuit thick Speedo was still a long way from a human being, but now that he seemed to be getting the hang of being a wereSpeedo, maybe he could make the change faster?
Hours pass.
Bruno and Thad can be heard speaking outside the locker containing Chad.
"Thad, I told you to wear him daily for the first two weeks. You left him in a locker for days," Bruno complained.
"Bruno, you told me after I blew my load his condition was permanent. So I stowed him in my locker. He can't change back."
"You ever have goldfish, Thad? What happens when you don't feed them?"
"Chad's not a goldfish. It's a Speedo. You don't feed a Speedo."
"Chads a living Speedo, he/it needs to absorb cum daily."
"It's only been a few days. Damn, what's my combo again?"
"Its your combo, how should I know?"
"I remember now."
Click the door opens.