Jim opened his gym bag, and loaded Chad's stuff into it. Then he walked over to Chad.
"Ah, Rubbery Ducky Chaddy, I bet you're excited as me to finally get to share my tub with me," Jim whispered, "I saw how you looked at me in the locker room, Chaddy."
How I looked at you in the locker room? No way. Uh, well? Maybe?
Jim shoved the rubber duck formerly known as Chad into the pocket of his sweat jacket, and zipped the pocket up. Chad wouldn't be falling out.
Chad was racking his brain. Damn, maybe we he threw that boner when he had a date with Carmen after practice, maybe Jim thought it was for him. Oh, crap he slipped on the wet floor and ended up with his face buried in Jim's lap, but that was in Middle School? Or maybe? No, he hadn't done anything to justify this! But he sure felt excited to be inside Jim's pocket. He was actually curious how it would feel to float in Jim's tub. He wondered.
"Hey, Jim!"
"Hey, Coach Sinclair!"
"Have you seen Chad? He didn't show up for practice, but his motorcycle is still in the parking lot."
"Oh, no, Chad wasn't feeling well. He was dizzy, so he asked me to drive his bike home for him. He took the bus."
"Dang, I hope he's well, by next Friday. We've got our game with Winchester High, and I need him on the field."
Jim shrugged. "Dunno. Hope he makes it, but I can't promise he'll make it."
Chad was now really excited, Jim said he hoped Chad would make it to the game. A rubber duck couldn't make it, so maybe Jim would turn him back? Chad would be the best rubber ducky he could be, if Jim would just change him back. Chad heard the roar of his motorcycle engine. Damn, he'd break Jim's legs if he damaged his motorcycle. Then he chuckled to himself at a rubber duck trying to break anybody's legs.
Jim gunned he engine, and drove straight to his house. He was eager to play with his new bath toy.
He parked Chad's bike in his backyard, and ran upstairs. He ran the hot water, and added some bubble bath. Then he started stripping down. Jim unzipped the pocket and pulled Chad out.
Chad stared at the giant naked athlete, then he looked around the bathroom. He'd known Jim for years, but he'd never been to his house before. Damn, Jim must be rich. The bathroom was huge - not just because Chad was a toy- but it looked huge compared with Giant Jim. The tub was a big jacuzzi tub with marble enclosure, and the bath had marble floors and the walls were mirrored, and on the other side of the bathroom was a walk in shower that looked like it could hold six people. Jim kissed Chad's rubber duck head and tossed him into the sea of foam filling the tub. Chad was buried in the white froth. He couldn't see anything. He felt the water surge beneath him like a tsunami. Jim was in the tub with him.