"Ew, Chad's really a sticky mess. You want me to launder it, and wring it dry?" Brad offered as Rick held the cum soaked silent Speedo.
"Nah, Chad's a big boy. We'll let him wash himself up after Speedoboy dries out," Rick said slapping the wet Speedo flat on the concrete deck with a splat.
"Oooh, bro, Chatty Chad looks like he's going to be sick," Brad said pointing at Chad's pathetic expression which now appeared embossed on the empty pouch of the discarded Speedo.
Rick looked down and laughed, "Yeah, there's the agony of defeat that I've been waiting to see."
"Well, let's get cleaned up, and dressed. I'll treat you to a farewell dinner, Brad," Rick said as they walked away arm in arm.
Chad just lay there agonizing under the glaring sun. He could feel his fabric body stiffening up as all the loads of cum started to dry and harden. He felt so let down. He passed out.
The sun was lower in the sky when Chad tried to open his eyes. He raised his right hand and wiped the hard crusty stuff off his eyes. He opened his at last, and groaned. He felt so defeated, so betrayed, so pwned. He sat up. His body was covered with disgusting white crusty flakes. What he guessed what had been maybe 8 or 12 ounces of cum had become at least 8, maybe 30 gallons of cum when Chad had grown from a Speedo into a man, the cum grew with him. He wondered why he hadn't absorbed all the cum when he was a Speedo. Maybe he had imagined absorbing all that cum? Or maybe he had absorbed too much cum that he couldn't absorb any more. He stood up, then doubled over coughing out a glob of congealing cum. He farted, and felt cum dribbling out of his ass.
"Yeah, you've discovered your cum-pacity," a voice announced from behind him.
Chad turned to face Jocko. He just stared silently at Jocko.
"Come on, Speedo, let's get you cleaned up. Then you can pump some iron, and work on that cum gut," Jocko said slapping Chad's abs. A hunk of dried cum fell off Chad's belly, and exploded into white debris as it hit the pool deck.
Chad followed Jocko silently toward the outdoor shower. Jocko turned on the shower, and stepped back. He pointed at the cascading shower, and motioned for Chad to get in the shower. As Chad stepped into the streaming water, Jocko handed him a bar of soap and a brush. Jocko added, "There's a douche in the soap dish, use it. You wanna be squeaky clean when Master Rick inspects you, or you might end up in the washing machine."
Looking at the bar of soap, Chad reluctantly started to rub the soap on his chest. The water beat against his flesh. He looked at his abs, they looked less defined than they had the last time he had seen them in the flesh. He'd get cleaned up and do what Jocko said. He was Speedo now, even Brad thought so. He might as well be the best Speedo he could, then maybe Rick would let him be human more, or at least wear him instead of leaving him in a drawer.
Jocko shook his head, and stalked away. He was impressed that Chad hadn't spoken, he had been sure Chad wouldn't go the week being worn by his brother. He wondered if Chad would stay silent until Rick told him to speak, damn sometimes Rick's techniques scared him.