"Uh, yeah, so. Can't a guy piss in private?" Keith answered. As his piss stream started, and abruptly trickled to a stop.
"Well, you were clearly talking to someone and it wasn't me. So where's this Chad you were talking to?"
Keith shifted nervously and saw the speaker's reflection in the chrome plumbing over the urinal. He gritted his teeth, and then smirked. He started to piss again.
"Well, if you must know, Dirk, your buddy Chad is now a urinal cake, and you're going to be one too!" he said spinning around while still pissing, as Randy waved his hands.
"Hey, no, Keith, it's me Randy. I was just funning. Don't turn me into a urinal cake too!"
Dirk had been listening from the hallway to the sauna. He was interested in the conversation, but started to fume when he realized the weird voice that Randy was making was a caricature of his voice. Still he stayed in the shadows, and listened.
"Oh, great now I need to shower," Randy complained.
"You needed a shower before I pissed on you. I could smell it was you, Randy, you reek of garlic pizza," laughed Keith.
"Now feed, Chad, and go take your shower."
"Pissing really feels like good sex to Chad now?"
"Not just good, great sex. And after a week or so, when I change him back, he'll be our only personal piss slave."
"Hot!" said Randy. His cock hardened as he thought about it.
"Hey, none of that now. Cum will turn him back into a man. No worries though, if that happens, we just piss him back into a urinal cake. Maybe I should cum on him just to freak him out. Cum and then piss, so he almost gets to be human. I do that five or six times, and I bet he'll be begging to suck our cocks."
Voices could be heard entering the locker room.
"Let's go,Randy. Hit the showers!" Keith said as they headed to the shower room.
Dirk rubbed his hands thoughtfully. Chad as his own personal slave...now there was an idea.