About an hour after Bruno jerked off into the black Speedo, the Speedo began to grow bigger. It quivered and shook, and grew. Chad lay there naked in the moonlight trying to remember how to breathe. Bruno had managed to pump so much cum into Chad while he was Speedo that Chad wasn't thinking clearly. It hadn't helped that he had emptied the team cum bucket on Chad on Saturday after the swim meet - at least 50 loads of cum were in the bucket. Chad's mouth was dry. The dirt floor under his naked body felt weird. Being human felt weird after spending more than a week as a Speedo. He struggled to stand up. The first time, he fell forward on all fours. In front of his face was the dog collar and tag. It must be his, Chad concluded. He picked it up.
"REX", he read. His name was Rex, he concluded, and he lived at 321 Sturgeon Street with Bruno? Bruno? Bruno owned him. Was he a dog? He fastened the collar around his neck, and proceeded to look around the vast empty field house for an exit. Eventually he found the door. It was unlocked. He pushed on the door trying to get out. Eventually, he tried turning the handle while pulling. He opened the door, and cautiously peered out. He looked down at his nakedness. Then he looked back at the empty field house. Clothing? Did dog's wear clothing? Was he sure he was a dog? He shook his head. He stared at the Athletic Center. Locker room, came to mind, clothes in lockers. He looked out again. The campus seemed deserted. He bolted out across the grass field. The wet squishy stuff on his feet. Grass, he remembered - and dew. He jumped with a jolt when his foot hit the hard concrete walkway outside the locker room. He had forgotten concrete was hard. Damn, it hurt to think. He pulled on the locker room door. It was locked. He stared at the numeric access pad. There was a code to open the door, but what was it? He pushed random numbers. BIZZ. Wrong code -try again, said the LED display. He closed his eyes. His fingers remembered a pattern. He punched the pattern for a lateral end run play. The door Buzzed unlocked. He pulled the door open with excitement. He remembered how to get in-sort of. He couldn't remember the actual numbers, just the pattern, but it worked. He stared at the banks of lockers. He walked down one row, and then another. Finally, he stopped in front of one. Yeah, this was his locker. Damn, it was locked too.
He sat down on the bench and put his throbbing head in his hands. He felt so depressed. Man, what did he drink. He knew what he drank, but he figured it was all an hallucination. He patted his muscled pecs and abs, then tugged on his cock and balls. He was flesh and bone. He couldn't have been a Speedo. He shook his head. He felt the dog tag bang against his collar bone. Bruno would know what happened. He started to standup, then he sat back down. He stared at the locker lock. Then he tried spinning it. He wasn't sure which numbers he dialed, but he managed to turn it to the right numbers, and the lock clicked open. Chad was elated again. He opened the locker door. He stared inside. Well, at least it was something to wear. It was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Clothing seemed alien, and they smelled funny, and fit tight. He dressed himself. Then he put on the shoes he found in the locker, they fit better than the other clothes. He closed, and relocked his locker. His head didn't hurt as much, but his mind fog persisted. His stomach rumbled. He needed sustenance.
Instinctively, he headed toward the shower room, and sauna. He opened the cold sauna door. Then he felt for the light switch. There was a bucket of yummy goodness. It was an odd place to keep protein shakes, but there it was. While Bruno had been showering after his swim. The wrestling team had refilled the cum bucket. Now Chad emptied it. He ended up with a "milk" mustache, but he didn't know it. He left the locker room, and headed toward Sturgeon Street.