Johnny laughed.
Chad had been perspiring torrents of water from every pore of his body as he lost 184 lbs and became 8 ounces of polyester, Spandex and Lycra. The fieldhouse floor where he knelt was a huge mud puddle beneath which Rico stood as the blue Speedo melted and molded to hug Rico's body.
"Talk about form fitting," joked Rico, as the last few drops of water dripped away from the now bone dry suit hugging his manhood and ass.
Chad was silent. He was gagging on Rico's manhood. The vid he saw of him was real. He had been transformed into Rico's swimsuit. It was impossible, but he knew it was true. Rico was in Chad's house wearing Chad as his Speedo. Chad was fully conscious, but unable to speak or move. He was just Rico's Speedo.
He should be down I'm his basement gym working out, enjoying a sauna afterward, then maybe a swim un the pool. But first breakfast.
Rico seemed oblivious to Chad's thoughts, but he suddenly was hungry for breakfast. He had only had a Poptart before coming over. Rico went into the kitchen, and headed to the fridge. Chad's mother had left a note. There were meals in the fridge and freezer for the next 10 days while they were on their cruise. Rico smiled. He found the breakfast plate ready to microwave with omelet, hashbrowns, and cooked sausage. He popped it in the microwave and hit reheat. Then he took the bottle of orange juice out, and drank directly out of the bottle. He grabbed a banana off the counter, and started to eat it.
Chad was furious. The microwave binged. Rico took Chad's breakfast, sat down and ate it.
"Dunno, if you can hear me Chad, but your mama's a damn good cook," Rico said shifting to his left butt cheek, and raising his right butt cheek slightly. Then he farted.
Damn, Chad felt so owned. This was hell, and Rico was the devil tormenting Chad.
"Well, now I think I'll take a dip in your pool, Chad," Rico said opening the backdoor. He paused. The sound of a lawnmower from the next yard drew his attention. He glanced toward the sound, and saw over the fence that Dirk was mowing his yard. Rico ducked back inside, "oops, forgot Dirk lives next door. Dunno if he could recognize I'm wearing Chad, but if he sees me without Chad, he will guess you're my Speedo. Hm, I'm sure I can find something else to do. Doesn't Chad have a gym in his basement?"
Chad wondered of Rico had heard that or if he was monitoring or somehow picking up Chad's thoughts.
Rico headed downstairs. He easily found the hidden door in the paneling, and turned on the sauna. Then while it heated up, he did stretches on the rubber mat flooring. Soon he was pumping iron on Chad's weight bench.