Johnny chuckled at the silent angry glare on his Speedo pouch.
"Aw, Chad, doesn't like being my Speedo?"
The Speedo twitched but the lips remained pressed tightly together. Johnny smiled. "So a load of cum shuts you up," he noted thoughtfully. "Well, I guess, we better get going if we don't want to be late for dinner with your parents." He managed to squeeze out a little more cum into his angry inanimate Chad. He felt like he really owned Chad now.
He washed his hands after pulling up his trousers, and buckling his belt.
"Ah, I feel a lot better, Chaz," Johnny said.
Chad was freaking out. First, Johnny had turned him into his Speedo, then Chad found out that his own brother was Johnny's boyfriend, and then Johnny had silenced him by blowing a load of cum in him. Johnny thought that was all his cum did, and figured it was temporary. But it did more than that to Chad, at least as Chad perceived it. He no longer could remember being a human. Oh, he could remember events like running 70 yards for the game winning touchdown, but he couldn't remember what it felt like to have fingers or toes. He knew he had once had a manhood, but now when he tried to think of it, he could only think of Johnny's manhood.
Well, it sort of made sense, Chad thought, after all Johnny's junk was inside him, and had been for hours- or was it longer?
Previously, Chad had thought if he could just get off Johnny's body, he would be able to change back into a man. He no longer felt that way, as he could no longer remember what it felt like to be human. Oh, he could remember what humans looked like, but now how it felt to be human. He could remember seeing his teammates naked in the locker room, but whenever he tried to think of his own anatomy, he could only think of his pouch, seat and drawstring. He was a Speedo, and even though he knew otherwise, it felt like he always had been a Speedo.
"Would you like more potatoes, Johnny? Chaz and Chad usually eat all the potatoes on the first serving, so I made extra," Chad heard his mother's voice.
Chad had been so obsessed with being a Speedo, now and forever, that he had missed Johnny's arrival with Chaz at his parents for dinner. He has already missed the arrival and first course. He tried to focus on the conversation. His brothers, parents and Johnny were talking.
Potatoes, he remembered loving potatoes. He tried to remember the taste and texture, but he could only remember the taste of Johnny: his cum, sweat and piss. Now he was hungry.