Jeff said, "Sorry, Dean, but I didn't do this to you, and if I had a choice I wouldn't put you on, but your my Speedo now, whether either of us like it or not. Wow, you do look exactly like the one in the catalog."
Jeff picked up Dean and ran is hands over the cool, shiny fabric. He realized he was tenting his cargo shorts, but he doubted the Speedo would notice.
If Dean could have drooled he would have. He was obsessed with being worn by Jeff. He couldn't move or speak, he was just a Speedo, but somehow he could see and hear. He stared at Jeff's bulge and wanted to be wrapped around it so badly. Jeff set down the Speedo and went over to the computer. He tried to focus on the Chronivac tutorial to see if there was away to reverse Dean's condition. He had trouble focusing He kept looking over his shoulder at Dean. Finally, he got up and dropped his cargo shorts and boxers to the floor. He strode over to Dean with his baseball bat of a dick sticking straight up.
"Okay, I gotta get this out of my system," Jeff said to himself, as he stepped into Dean. "Ah, a perfect fit," he said as he posed in front of the full-length mirror on the back of his door. He blinked was he getting buffer and tanner, and his hair seemed to become bleach blond. "Shit!" Jeff exclaimed, "I'm becoming the model who was wearing the Speedo! Damn, do I look hot. Whoa, my cock must be 10 inches long now. I guess I have his cock though in the photo the model didn't look this big, but then again he was sporting wood."
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, thought Dean happily. He was being worn by his owner, he had never felt more satisfied. As long as Jeff was wearing him, it seemed like Dean was experiencing a permanent orgasm.
Jeff sat down at the Chronivac in his new body wearing Dean, and started to study the Chronivac tutorial.