Chad suddenly gagged as his own cock swelled inside his body. He was a Speedo now. But how Jocko was a jockstrap, and Rick had transferred Chad's and Jocko's minds. So Jocko had Chad's body, and Chad's mind was trapped in the jockstrap. How could Jocko have Chad's body, if Chad was a Speedo? Why should any of this make any sense, Chad wondered.
Chad suddenly was filled with cum in both his pouch and seat. Todd slumped on the sauna bench, as Chad's wearer slid off Todd's Tiger, and pulled up his suit. Chad stopped wondering, and passed out.
Jocko grinned. He had been in Chad's body six weeks now. Rick would be pleased. Chad had accepted the feeling of being a Speedo as a normal state. A few more weeks, maybe months, and Jocko's and Chad's minds would merge into one. Rick would have to Speedo Slaves, and Jocko would be forgotten. Jocko - no, now I am Speedo, when Chad graduates, Chad would be forgotten too. Only the Speedo twins would remain.
Chad blinked. They weren't in the locker room anymore. It was around noon, they were next to the dugout on the baseball field. Chad realized that he was looking out from his wearer's eyes into Todd's grinning face.
"Thanks so much, Chad, I didn't realize I told Rick about my fantasy, and I sure didn't," Todd paused to make sure no one was near enough to hear, then lowering his voice," uh, expect you to let me fuck your ass." He had a stupid grin on his face.
Chad wanted desperately to explain that someone stole his body, and once he got his body back, it would never happen again.
*Wrong answer, Speedo* Chad heard his own voice say in his head.
Jocko had absorbed most of Chad's memories and personality overlayed with his own. While Chad was cum drunk, his mind was an open book Jocko devoured every page, and editted quite a few. He was adjusting Chad's personality, and memories to incorporate his own. Jocko was becoming Rick's Speedo Slave, and soon Chad would be one too.
Chad's voice boomed, "Any time, Todd. Happy birthday!"
Todd looked dumbfoundedly ecstatic, "Any time? You mean, I can- uh?" He gestured with his hands sliding an index finger through a circle formed by his other index finger and thumb.
Chad's voice laughed, "Yep."
"I'll take you up on that, Chad," Todd warned.
"Please do, Tiger," Chad's voice said earnestly, as he walked over to select a bat.
Rick was batting. Two balls and two strikes. Todd was up next up, then Chad.
*Okay, Speedo, this is the second game of the season. Last week I tried batting, and I couldn't even touch the ball, so BATTER UP!"