Jeff couldn't believe it. The lifeguard was putting him on. Jeff
could taste him. He could taste the soapy clean skin. The lifeguard
tried running without putting the shoulder straps on, but he kept
having to grab the suit to hold it up while he ran after the boys who
were taunting him. Finally, the lifeguard pulled the strap up over one
shoulder so he could use his arms to run.
Weasel boy gave a catcall, and twirled the lifeguard's red swimsuit
around his finger. The fat boy had the lifeguard's gym bag with his
jeans hanging out. The other guy had the towel, apparently he and
weaselboy had traded trophies after they switched Jeff for the
lifeguard's gear.
The lifeguard made like he was going after the weasel boy, but as he
passed the fat boy he veered into the fatboy tackling him. He pulled
on his jeans, then he put Jeff's other strap over his shoulder, and
pulled his sweatshirt on. He kept the fat boy pinned under one foot.
Then he pulled on his tennis shoes. Weasel boy and his towel boy
buddy kept a safe distance, and continued to taunt the lifeguard.
Grabbing his gym bag, the lifeguard managed to kick the fatboy in his
crotch. Then while fatboy writhed in agony on the ground, the
lifeguard made like a discus thrower, and hurled the gym bag at weasel
boy's knees knocking him to the ground.
Jeff couldn't see any of this being under the lifeguard's clothing.
He did feel the lifeguard's movements, and he heard the weasel boy's
scream followed by the sound of ripping fabric as the lifeguard
removed weasel boy's boxers the hard way with a super atomic wedgie.
Jeff's limited perspective told him that the lifeguard drove first to
a bar. Based on the conversation he could make out over the blaring
music, Jeff slowly deduced it was a gay bar. From the stiffy filling
Jeff, it was clear that the lifeguard who went by the name Biff.
Biffy's stiffy -thought Jeff almost laughing. Then he tasted Biff's
precum and felt sick. As the night progressed, Biff made a couple
trips to the john. The first time he reached in his jeans and pulled
his cock out to piss. He shoved his soft still dripping penis back
inside the swimsuit that was Jeff and zipped up. The second time he
went to the john, he pulled his cock out and got a blow job. His
slimy condom clad dick was shoved back inside Jeff. Of course, the
condom worked its way loose through the night and Jeff ended up
absorbing the condom's contents.
Eventually, Biff drove home. He peeled off his jeans and sweatshirt,
but he wore Jeff to bed.
In the meantime, Jeff's girlfriend was back at Jeff's house trying to
restore her boyfriend to his true form. She only knew that her suit
had been stolen, she didn't know who had stolen it. The Chronivac
kept flashing an error that the garment was in use, and could not be
restored until it was not in use.