Coach Sinclair grinned, as the door shut. Bruno stood opposite the coach, as he dropped his sweats. His half-hard cock was hardening again inside Chad. The coach jerked off through his Spandex-Lycra fabric that was now Chad.
"Oooh!" exclaimed the coach. Chad felt the coach's 10 inch long cock jammed down his throat erupt. The cum hit the back of his throat. Chad felt the back of his throat? He is human again, kneeling in front of the coach with his face buried in Coach Sinclair's pubes.
"Huh?" gulped Chad struggling to his feet. He looked down to check out his body, it was still neon blue, and naked but the drawstring was no longer tied around his waist. The string came out of two holes on either side of his belly button, and tied in a bow.
"Put on Bruno," the coach ordered. Chad raised his eyebrow. The coach pointed behind Chad. Chad turned. Where Bruno had been standing was a tan Speedo and a blue one.
"Bruno?"
"Unless you want to be blue, Chad, put Bruno on."
Chad is terrified. He wants to run, but he knows if he does he'll end up a Speedo again. He doesn't want to be blue.
He puts the tan Speedo on, and the moment it snaps into place around his waist, Chad's skin starts to turn tan and the Speedo starts to turn blue.
"Okay, Chad, you're on the swim team now. Go to the pool, I'll be out in a minute."
Chad's head is spinning. He is grateful to be human again, but horrified at what the coach did to him. Was Bruno in on it too? Was Rick? He heads toward the pool still trying to make sense of what happened.