"I know what would be a perfect design for my Speedo!"
Chad didn't like the sound of that. Ocean busied himself with a sketchpad. Chad had no idea what Ocean was drawing as the pad was facing up toward Ocean's face, and its cardboard bottom was on top of Chad's face as it rested in Ocean's lap.
Eventually, Ocean gathered some things on a workbench that terrified Chad. There were paints, a framed silkscreen tray, and a Bedazzler kit for riveting metal studs into fabric.
No, no, no! Chad thought furiously.
He spread out on the silkscreen frame, and then Ocean set the first template over him, and began painting. The cold liquid warmed and stiffened into a heavy rubbery substance as it dried. The template was removed, and after a bit, another template and more paint was applied. Chad got folded and flipped twice as more silkscreen was stenciled all over his body. Eventually, Ocean hung him to a clothesline to thoroughly dry. The next morning, Ocean took Chad down and began bedazzling Chad. The metal studs glistened in the morning light.
"Perfect!" Ocean said as he admired his handiwork.
Chad was sore all over. He could only think of the cenobites from the horror films with pins and needles stuck all over their bodies. Before Chad could see his own reflection, Ocean had put the Speedo on, and pulled his wetsuit over it.
Ocean surfed for hours. Eventually, he came ashore. Chad's pain subsided. He had become accustomed to his new silkscreened and studded body. He felt horribly normal as a Speedo wrapped around Ocean's manhood and waist. To his greater horror Chad was growing content.
Ocean had no idea that the Speedo he salvaged was in fact the school's most popular studly athlete Chad. It was just his new, now custom swimsuit.
Chad was relieved that he escaped his secret admirer. Whatever Ocean did to Chad, he was blissfully ignorant. What his admirer would have done or might yet do to Chad, if he got his hands on him terrified Chad.
Ocean was tired after his swimming and surfing session. He lay on the chaise wearing only his new brightly decorated Speedo, and started to jerk off, as he dozed off. Chad absorbed Ocean's salty gift, and slept.
Chad woke with a start. He was human. He looked down at his body. His hairless chest was heavily tattooed. His nipples and belly button were pierced. The tattoos disappeared into his bronze Speedo, then continued down his legs and feet.
"Gawd, I'm a freak!" Chad gasped. He ran to Ocean's bedroom to check himself out in the mirror. He heard metallic jangling sounds from his crotch as he ran. There must be piercings in his cock too. He peeled off the bronze Speedo, and surveyed the damage that Ocean had done while decorating his Speedo.
Chad's big cock was folded in upon itself and pierced with three heavy surgical steel barbell piercings. Each testicle was studded too. Then he looked up at his face. The tattoos were visible all over his face, neck and even on his scalp under his short blond hair. Chad debated whether he should let his hair grow out to conceal the scalp tattoo, or if it would be better if he shaved it off.
He decided he would leave a message for Ocean explaining that he and Ocean were now were Speedos. When Ocean blew his load Chad became human, and Ocean became his Speedo, and vice versa. He would beg Ocean to carefully remove the studs and paint from his found Speedo, so Chad would look normal again. Chad wasn't exactly sure how to break their curse and return them both to humanity, but he figured once Ocean was aware of what was going on, the two would figure it out.
Chad suddenly realized a flaw in his plan. In order to get Ocean to read or view any message, Ocean had to be human. Normally Chad would just jerk off into Ocean, but now his penis was contorted folded back on itself and pierced with heavy metal Rod's. Chad wasn't cumming anytime soon.
Maybe one of his friends could help? Rick was the practical joker, he'd probably laugh. Bruno would want to wear Chad. Both could have done this to him, separately or together. His brother Brad? Oh, he'd probably figure out a way to wear both of them at once, and worst of all he'd never let Speedoboy forget that he got turned into a Speedo. Still he couldn't do this on his own. He needed help.