It was cold and damp and smelled like piss, but eventually Chad fell asleep. He was dreaming about being safe
in his own warm bed when the hot stream of piss bored into him and woke him. He couldn't move. He couldn't
cover his eyes or mouth - well, he no longer had them as such anyway. He was a urinal cake. It was still dark,
and someone was pissing on him. He felt the relentless stream hitting him in exactly his center. Bulls-eye, he
thought. Damn, why did it have to feel so good. He had been so cold, and now he was warm. The liquid
intoxicated him, but it made him sick when he remembered what it was. Finally, it dribbled to a stop. He
could only make out a vague black shape looming over him in the dark. Then he heard the crinkling sound of
plastic. The guy was using an inside out baggy like a glove to pick him up. Just like someone picked up their
dog's poo, the guy grasped him gingerly and turned the bag right side out and zipped it shut. He felt the
firm hand close around his baggied discus shaped body. There was a slight crunching sound as he was shoved
into the guy's tight jeans pants.
It was Saturday morning. So it had to be someone with access to the locker rooms: a coach, faculty, player
or team manager? Wasn't Randy the team manager for the wrestling team? Or maybe it was the track team? The
nerd had no business in the jock's domain, but he was Dirk's kid brother so - Dirk. The stream had been dead-
on, just like earlier. Randy must've told Dirk, and Dirk had come to rescue him. Scratch that. Dirk had just
pissed on him. Dirk was going to make sure that Keith didn't change Chad back. That had to be it. Chad
imagined Dirk leaving him in a urinal at the truck stop or maybe the park.
It was indeed Dirk who had collected Chad at 5:30 AM this morning. He hadn't been told about Chad's fate by
Randy - at least not intentionally nor directly. His nerdy bro tended to assume that his jock brother was
dumb, but Dirk wasn't. He pretended to be dumb, because he wasn't as book smart as his brother, but he knew
his way around a computer, even if he couldn't program one. He grinned as he replayed Keith's and Randy's
webchat on his own computer. He scoured every file, and knew exactly what they had done and how to Chad. He
wished he had thought of it. His first course of action was to scare the shit out of Chad, then he would have
some real fun.
Chad was getting warm and comfortable in Dirk's pocket. It seemed as if a couple hours had passed before Chad
finally saw the light of day. Dirk pulled him out of his pocket. They were at the municipal stadium.
"Hey, Chad, betcha didn't expect to see me," Dirk said with a grin looking down at the pink urinal cake in the
clear plastic bag. He pursed his lips. Then he flipped Chad over. "Hm, not sure which side is your face, but
I'm sure you've seen who has got you or at least recognize my voice. I bet you think I rescued you from a
certain death in the locker room. Well, think again. You only got pissed on by teenagers, now you're going to
get pissed on by real men. Not just jocks either. I've got a job doing janitorial stuff here part time.
Today's the day we put out the urinal cakes before the crowd comes this afternoon. Guess, where you are
going?"
Chad wanted to scream, but he had done that already. He wanted to cry. But all he could muster was a mental
sigh. This was what he had expected. Actually, it wasn't as bad - though in someways it was worse. The truck
stop would have been bad. A constant stream of guys would have been peeing on him. But the stadium was
worse, because every guy would crowd around the urinal troughs at the stadium and piss at once. So there might
be thirty guys pissing on him. Then they'd return to the game. He'd have a reprieve and then maybe a hundred
guys would come. He shuddered to think if he'd survive the day.
It was pretty much as he envisioned. He could feel himself melting away, as he orgasmed impossibly.
Then a vinyl gloved hand released him from his plastic cage.
"Chad, you've lost weight! Was it good for you?"
Chad was horrified. Dirk knew.
"Well, you've had your pleasure, now you're going to pleasure me, Chad. Here's the deal. I'll change you back
into a man, if you'll be my sex slave. You get to drink my piss and cum and take it up your ass whenever I
want. No one needs to know, but if you disobey me, you're a urinal cake permanently."
Dirk paused letting it sink into the pink disc.
"Now here's the situation. I cannot break Keith's spell, but I can modify it. You'll be a werething. That
means you'll be human maybe 12 hours a day, and the other 12 hours you'll be a thing. Right now you'd be a
urinal cake, but I could change you into soap, a jockstrap, a sock or whatever. So here goes, I'm going to
make you human, and then your wereform will be a cock ring. You'll be a naked human, so if you run you'll just
get arrested for public nudity and when your 12 hours are up, you'll become a cock ring or urinal cake
anyway," Dirk advised.
Dirk set Chad on the grimy floor of the stadium men's room. He unzipped and jacked off covering the half
melted pink disc with his cum. It seemed to be being absorbed into Chad. He felt warm and happy and then he
felt himself growing bigger. He was naked in the fetal position at Dirk's feet. He stood up slowly. His legs
felt like rubber. He looked at Dirk, and then...