"Now, Rick," Chad needs to be in this Speedo bath for at least 24 hours. Ideally, 48 hours before silkscreening, but since it already was a Speedo once, I'm guessing 24-30 hours in the bath should be enough to make Speedo its permanent default form.
If you were to take it out now and put it on, even though it looks like a Speedo now, and thinks it is a real Speedo, it will eventually remember being human and try to change back. We cant have that now can we?" Bruno explained.
"Wow, Chad really thinks he is a Speedo now?" Rick asked.
"Well, that's how magic works. It can create desires. A love spell will make people lust after people they wouldn't be interested in, but it can't really make anyone love anyone. So the potion that Chad- the former Chad- is stewing in makes him long to be a Speedo. If you could hear him, he would be begging to be worn. The longer he stews the more he wants to be a Speedo. It might last a couple days, maybe a week after we fish him out and wash him off and silkscreen him to be your team Speedo. But after it wears off, he will remember being human, but he won't remember how it feels to be human. If he doesn't remember how it feels to have any body other than a Speedo, he can't break the spell, and no one else not even Byron can break the spell this time. In a day and half, Chad should be all Speedo permanently stretchable, indestructible and immortal."
"Cool so if Chad wants to be my Speedo, then he's begging to have my dick inside him?" Rick asked eagerly. He started to reach for the container containing Chad.
Bruno slapped his hand.
"No! He has to stew for two days or he might end up like he did after Byron and you broke him. We'll put him in your basement behind the laundry detergent. Byron never washes his clothes so there is no chance of him finding Chad there."
"You said a day and a half, not 2 days," Rick protested.
"I said a day and a half might be enough. But to be safe, I think we should wait two days before taking it out." Bruno sighed, and continued, "If it makes you feel better, Chad could well be the happiest he ever has been or will be when you put him on after soaking in this stuff."
"Sweet, Chad the happy Speedo," smirked Rick.
Chad heard it all, but his only thought was "put me on", "wear me", "I need a man inside me." The spell was working better than Bruno had hoped.
After Chad was safely hidden, Bruno went back upstairs and began packing up his stuff. Rick just sat in the kitchen with a stupid grin thinking about Chad's fate.
"You should probably cleanup your mother's pans, pots, funnels and anything else we used. Be thorough unless you want you and your family to turn stretchy or into Spandex."
"You're not going to help?" Rick whined.
"I already helped - more than you paid for," Bruno reminded. "Where's Byron?" Bruno asked suddenly. Byron was always around, snooping, making trouble, annoying everyone. Byron was taking his second tween year between high school and college. Byron had been strangely absent, Bruno had a bad feeling.
"No worries, Byron's at the Monster Truck Demolition Derby in Springfield. But I suppose he might be back anytime now. It ended an hour ago," Rick explained.
In the dark basement laundry cabinet, Chad was bemoaning the absence of a manhood and ass filling him.