Later, Merrick reported to Coach Sinclair's office.
"Close the door, Captain," Sinclair said.
"Coach, I know we lost our last game, but I have-
Sinclair cut him off. "We need Chad's skills to win in the pool, and the baseball diamond. I thought we might not, but we do. So-"
"Wait you're not making Chad team captain, are you?"
"No. I'm putting you on the baseball team, and will be putting Chad on you," Sinclair said standing and peeling off his silent speedo. He wadded it up, and dropped it into a large beaker of emerald green liquid. The solution began to bubble furiously. The Speedo rose to the surface, Chad's screaming face could be seen moving embossed on the pouch before it sank again into the churning solution.
Merrick gasped.
Chad's face kept rising to the surface, and disappearing again in the foaming green liquid like a drowning man. Eventually the bubbling stopped, and coach fished the Speedo out of the solution. He held the Speedo between his hands so the pouch billowed with Chad's face. Merrick could read Chads lips screaming, "Help Me!"
Coach Sinclair dropped the Speedo on his calendar blotter, and rubbed his ear like someone had screamed in it.
"Dang, forgot how loud and whiny Chad can be," complained Sinclair remembering why he sanitized Chad in the first place.
"That's Chad, I thought he had a groin injury?" Merrick said in a confused tone.
"That's Chad, and I said groin issue not injury. Now put him on, Merrick?"
"Coach you wear a size 40, and I'm a 30."
"He'll fit like your middle school Speedo, Merrick. He is always 1-2 sizes too small. That way no one can tell it's human, see your manhood will obliterate his face when you wear him. Oh, and you have to be careful when you take him off not to let anyone see his face. Crumple him up, or hang him out of sight."
"Oh, yeah, I bet Bruno would love to wear Chad," Merrick said as he gingerly picked up the Speedo on Sinclair's desk. He paused almost dropping the suit, but he didn't. "I can hear him," Merrick whispered with what Sinclair thought was the smile of a small child with a new toy. To Chad it looked more like the evil cartoon grin sported by Syd in Toy Story.
Merrick's current Speedo was tented. Merrick could sense Chad's terror.
Coach Sinclair replied, "Bruno wanted to be quarterback and wear Chad for Football Season, but Bruno could never lead a team, he lacks leadership skills."
Merrick looked up, "Bruno knows about Chad?"
"Not exactly. Bruno has always been a good swimmer, but he lacked discipline. So last year Werner became Bruno's Speedo, and Bruno's worn him ever since. You wear Chad for four months, and there is no coming back for him. He'll be yours forever. If you win both the water polo and baseball championships, I'll even turn him into a wereSpeedo, after 4 months he'll be addicted to cum, in fact he can only be human with fresh cum in his ass or belly." Snickered Sinclair.
"Cool. Chad really hates the idea, but he is wondering if my cum will taste as goid as yours!" Merrick laughed.
"Suit up, we need to get out to the pool. Water Polo practice starts in a few minutes!" Sinclair shouted as he pulled on a pair of board shorts.
As Chad snapped into place over Merrick's boner, their minds merged, and they wondered "who the board shorts used to be". Neither Merrick nor Chad knew whose thought it originally was. It was their thought now.
Hastily Merrick lost his boner. Chad frlt cheated by only getting s taste of Merrick's precum.
Merrick had his best practice ever wearing Chad. Effortlessly he accessed Chad's water polo moves and knowledge.
As Merrick walked to the shower room after practice, Bruno recognized Chad's swagger as Merrick swaggered. Bruno smiled, and whispered to himself "Speedo Chad?"