Dirk used the key the coach gave him to get into the locker room at 5 am the next morning. He turned on the
sauna and steam rooms, and then headed to his locker to strip. Naked he started to jack off. He was ready to
cum when he reached the urinals. He let go a huge gob of cum that struck Chad straight in the center of the
indentation that Dirk had carved in him yesterday. The pink urinal cake glowed neon, as Chad absorbed Dirk's
cum.
As Dirk stared, the pink urinal cake began to expand and deform. He watched as a vaguely human pink shape
squirmed and wiggled in the urinal trough. He recognized Chad sitting naked with his legs hanging over the
edge of the trough and his ass wedged firmly in it.
"I'm human again!" exclaimed Chad.
Dirk started to piss on Chad. Chad sputtered and squirmed and cursed and then he started to turn pink and
shrink. Dirk howled with laughter. He reached over the urinal trough after shaking his cock dry. He grabbed
Chad gingerly, and headed for the sinks. He rinsed Chad off, and dried him with a paper towel. Then he
headed back to his locker. He pulled out his lunch, and took out his baggy of cookies. He scarfed them down,
and zip-locked Chad into the baggy and stashed him in the bottom of his gym bag. He locked his locker and
then Dirk bolted back to the urinals. He could hear other guys entering the locker room, so he grabbed
another urinal cake and put it in the spot formerly occupied by Chad, and headed for the showers.
Chad's elation passed quickly as Dirk's hot piss hit his mouth and chest. He sputtered and felt his body
contracting inward. He was horrified and ecstasy at the same time. Keith had been right. Piss on his pink
urinal cake body had been like sex, but piss on his human body as it transformed back into a urinal cake was
like super sex or sex to the power of ten. He kept trying to think of words to describe how good he felt being
pissed on by Dirk. He also felt relieved as Dirk removed him from the urinal trough. He wasn't going to end
up pissed away down the drain. Only after he was sealed in the baggy in Dirk's gym bag did Chad pause to
wonder what his rival Dirk had planned for him. He was a urinal cake. He was helpless. He knew he could be
human again if Dirk came on him, but would he. Chad didn't know, and darkness of the gym bag in the locker
didn't help his spirits.
Keith headed straight for the urinal. He unzipped his khakis and started to piss. He hissed, "Wakey, wakey,
Chad. No eggs and bakey, just piss for your breakfast."
"You're up early," said a deep voice from behind Keith.