"Aaah, I do love fittings. Chad you were a great athlete, so you will be an even better water polo suit. And when I wear you, I totally own all of you. Your memories, skills, thoughts, possessions, even physical attributes are mine for the taking. You can already feel the connection forming, can't you suit boy."
"Nuht yer shuuut"
"Aw, ain't that cute. You think you have a choice! You are so pwned, Mr. All-Star Quarterback! I suppose you weigh close to 4 ounces now, maybe I should call you "quarter pounder"?"
"Aah, Aah, wuhwee wunny, Yawny. Nuh tuk muh o--aaaawgh!" Chad
"Haha, you gave me a real tongue lashing, suitty. But being a Speedo with your mouth the pouch, it was almost like a BJ, maybe a cross between a blowjob and a hand job. Since the only source of nutrition for you now is my semen, I expect you to become proficient at milking me dry. Oh, yeah that's it. You are tightening up nicely. Now thank me for making you my Speedo, and I may just fill you with my cum, hungry suit boy."
"T'unk ooo? AAah ooo itting! Gaaahtumooo! Mgg hhhuuuuuaaa..." Chad's tirade grew more unintelligible and faster as Johnny's pocket rocket became fully erect. This only made Chad angrier, more frightened and more verbal.
Johnny smiled to himself. Yes, Chad was the perfect choice. His penis quivered and unloaded its thick gooey payload. Chad was silent. Johnny's penis shrank. The Speedo fabric relaxed.
"You really are a lightweight now, Chad. Just one load and your four ounce body is totally wasted," Johnny snickered and pulled on his sweats.