Jamal grinned at the tight white triangle of Spandex in his hands. He stripped at the locker and gingerly stepped into his new suit. Tripp screamed as his being swallowed Jamal's ass and manhood. Somehow he didn't rip. He stared at the huge bulge outlining Jamal's six foot long cock - okay, it wasn't that big, but at Tripp's current size, it sure seemed that way. Jamal was posing in front of the mirror, and saying, "A perfect fit! I cannot wait to get in the pool."
Minutes later he had showered and was swimming in the pool. He swam for hours and hours. Tripp was sure he would drown. He clung to Jamal like wet paint, and imagined that if he ever got changed back, he would be able to sculpt a clay model of Jamal's ass and junk in excruciating detail right now to the wrinkles in his balls.
Jamal showered and soaped himself and his Speedo. Then he rinsed off, and lounged in the sun by the pool to dry off. When he was completely dry, Jamal got dressed wearing Tripp as his underwear.
When he got home, he excitedly told his big brother Jeremiah about his day swimming.
Jeremiah was as big and fat, as Jamal was big and muscular. The 453 lb man berated Jamal as he changed.
"Black men do not swim! That's a gay white boy's sport. You're not gay is you?" demanded Jeremiah, as Jamal changed for work.
As soon as he saw the Speedo, he added, "That sure as damn, looks gay!"
Jamal frowned and didn't pull his uniform pants over the Speedo, he took it off and put on his boxers and then put on his uniform. Jeremiah waddled over to the Speedo and picked it up. He shook his head, "You wear this skimpy thing in public?"
"Well, I got the body for it!" Jamal replied pointedly.
Then he left for work.
Jeremiah didn't work. He was on disability due to his weight and related health conditions. He waddled back into the living room, and prepared to sit down to watch his programs, when he noticed he was still holing Ripp.
"I wonder?" he tugged on the Speedo stretching it, "It's stretchy enough I'm sure."
No. No. NOOOOOO! Screamed Tripp's mind. He had just gotten freed from Jamal's junk and now this fat ass was going to put him on? No way. It wasn't fair. He was sure he would rip.
It took Jeremiah a while to get naked from the waist down, and he used his cane like a hook to position the Speedo, so he could step into it and pull it in spite of not being able to reach it with his hands or see it over his great girth. Once the Speedo was up to his calves, he was able to reach it and pull it up. Tripp was screaming. It hurt so bad, but somehow he was stretching from size 34 to size 56. He was sure he would get a run or rip, but he didn't.
"Oooh, that is tight, but comfy," acknowledged Jeremiah once the Speedo was around his waist. Somehow it had increased in fabric to fit Jeremiah's fat ass. Then suddenly, there was a snapping sound.
Nope, Tripp didn't rip and fly off, Jeremiah lost 200 lbs or more in the blink of an eye. The Speedo was size 34 again, and so was Jeremiah. He looked hot, and he never felt better.
"Damn, I shoulda tried a Speedo years ago! I look hot, but ain't gotta thing to wear. Best borrow some of Jamal's stuff. Haven't been out in years 'cepting to see the doctor.