A plastic bottle cap? That's weird, Chad thought.
Chad rolled in to the locker room right at 4. It was was empty except for a plastic cooler with no lid.
The attached note said, "undress, step into the cooler on the floor, and balance the cap on the top of your head."
Chad quickly got undressed and stepped into the cooler. He debated which head deserved the honors; and decided his dick would be kinkier.
While Chad worried about keeping it balanced, the cap stuck in place. He started to worry about how to get it off when he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
" I knew you wouldn't be able to resist someone playing on your vanity." It was Josh, the team's water boy.
"What are you doing, kid? Is this some kind of joke? Or do you have some weird crush on me?"
Josh replied, "Oh you'll be my crush alright- right into my bottle."
Chad had enough, and reached out to grab the scrawny punk. As he did so, he started to sweat heavily. His hand slid right off of Josh's arm and left a green residue. His body starred to tighten up as if the sweat was being crushed out of him. Large beads of yellow-green sweat started running down his legs and was pooling in the cooler. He couldn't concentrate on reaching josh from the pain.
"What is happening to me?!" Chad exclaimed.
"You were always the one wasting my hard work by squirting your sports drink all over the team and dumping it on the coach. Well- now the team will get to spray you! You'll make a fine batch of sports drink- probably enough for the whole first string!"
Chad was shocked- he was being liquified from the pressure. His hair began to fall out and run in the stream of sports drink sweat down into the cooler. He felt an uncontrollable urge to piss. Something told him this would be bad. Gotta hold it. The pain! Can't resist...
Chad releases his bladder and pisses into the cooler. He soon discovers it's not piss- it's more yellow green sports drink. Chad can't stop. His insides start to liquefy and drain out of him. His head starts to cave in as his brain liquifies and starts to drain. Some leaks out of his nostrils and mouth. The crushing sensation intensifies as his body starts to flatten like a drink pouch. Somehow he is still able to perceive all that is happening to him. Chads empty husk collapses into the cooler and floats in the Chad sports drink. It slowly dissolves as Josh starts to stir him in. The bottle cap floats up to the top and bobs.
"This will be a great batch!" exclaims Josh. " The team will perform even better when fueled by their star quarterback rather than led by him. I wonder how you taste?"
Chad tried to scream; but only a few bubbles formed. Josh dipped the ladle into Chad and sipped. Chad could feel a part of him separate and slide down Josh's throat. Somehow he was still connected to it.
"Mmmmm- salty and a bit of musk- just like a jock should taste like" said Josh.
The bit of Chad drink in Josh starred to fade as his body started to metabolize it. Chad suddenly realized that he wouldn't live to see the end of the next practice.
Josh lifted up the cooler and set out the first string's water bottles. He fished out the cap that started it all and slipped it into his pocket. He started to fill the bottles with the Chad sports drink. Chad could feel himself drain out of the cooler one quart at a time. His consciousness dimmed as he was divided between too many containers. He dimly sloshed around in each bottle as Josh hauled them into the fridge.
" See you at practice, Chad. The team is going to love you..."