Chad woke slowly as usual. The sun streaming through the window was hitting his face. He could feel the warm rays of the sun. He felt exhausted. He must've had quite a workout last night. He sure had one of hell of a weird dream. He wasn't even on the swim team, why would he dream of being a Speedo. If anything, he should've been a jockstrap. Yeah, he was the ultimate jock, he would make the ultimate jockstrap. And Coach Sinclair gay? No way, the Coach was always telling the boys on the team about his manly exploits with women - not always his wife. He couldn't imagine Coach Sinclair in a gay bar wearing a harness and a Speedo, but he had hadn't he? He sure smelled ripe this morning. Definitely needed to get out of bed and shower. Chad couldn't figure out why he felt so stiff and why it was so hard to move. He had read an article online about some sort of dream paralysis thing, where a person's body was still immobilized with sleep hormones when the mind woke up, and was unable to move the body. Sometimes the person hallucinated. That must be what was happening now, thought Chad.
He struggled to stretch, to sit up, to stand, to get out of bed. He fought hard, and he got an unexpected response, he felt something inflating inside him. No, no, no. It's an hallucination! It's not real! It cannot be real! He redoubled his struggling, and Coach's cock grew to its full length and girth. If Chad could cry, he would have, but all he could do was absorb the Coach's pre-cum. It tasted so good that Chad was horrified. He threw a tantrum. If he had been human, he would have been jumping up and down, rolling on the floor, beating his fists and kicking his feet. But he was only Speedo, and his violent movements were limited by his fabric existence. He did succeed in milking two loads out of the coach. After the second orgasm, the coach started to wake up. Chad was drenched in Coach's morning cum, and stretched with his morning wood. There was probably at least one more load waiting to cum, but Chad was wallowing in the cum bath. He was warm, and surrendering to his fate. Maybe he had only dreamed he had once been human.
The coach's hand gripped his cock through his damp Speedo, and began to pump it. After he blew his load, Coach said softly, "Eat up, Chad. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Chad had already slurped up half of the load when he heard his name and remembered. He had been the star quarterback. He had been the top jock. Now he was an old gay dude's Speedo. It just didn't seem fair.
"It's Karma, Chad. You had it good. Now you're providing good to me."
He climbed out of bed, and plodded toward the bathroom. His fat belly oscillated as he moved. The wobbly belly grazed the Speedo with each step reminding Chad of where he was now, and what he was now. He thought Coach would pull him down to take a pee, but Sinclair simply turned on the shower, and climbed in. It was cold, but quickly became warm, and then the Coach started to pee inside Chad. Yellow liquid was flowing through him and dripping on to the shower floor. Mine! Thought Chad as he struggled to absorb the hot liquid. It was acrid, sour, and salty, and not tasty like cum, but somehow it was still tasty. At least the coach finally started to use some body wash. Chad's eyes stung from the soap, and the aftertaste of soap lingered in his mouth even after the Coach rinsed off. Coach blew dry Chad while still wearing him, and then he walked out back and lay down in the morning sun to finish drying his damp clean Speedo. Chad was staring up at the sky, when Coach SInclair's daughter Karen came up to her father lying on the lounge chair.
"Morning, father, did you have fun last night?"
"Don't I always, Karen dear?"
She harmuphed, and said, "You know I'm going to be 18 next week, and I would like to start dating."
"Well, I guess you'll be an adult dear. Though I want to have a say with regards to any boys you might consider dating," Coach Sinclair said sitting up. His belly swelled over his crotch obstructing Chad's view of bikini clad Karen.
"Thanks, father. Well, I was thinking about a couple of your athletes as potential candidates. What do you think of Chad and Bruno?"
"They make a cute couple."
"Ha, ha, I meant as potential dates."
"Hm. I'll have to think about it."
"Well, I'm going to do my laps, while you think about it."
She tossed aside her towel and dove into the pool splashing water on her father. The cold water woke Chad up completely. He was frustrated that he was now a Speedo, and finally, Karen Sinclair was interested in dating his former human self. Life sucked.
"Yes, Chad, sometimes life sucks, but from now on that's the only thing you do. Now look at my daughter swimming, and suck my cock, while I think about my daughter's potential dates."
Chad thought hard. If was the best cock sucker he could be maybe the coach would turn him back into a human to date his daughter. Besides his owner's cum was deliciously intoxicating. He caught himself just as he thought it. Coach laughed heartily. Chad stared over Coach's knees, and the beautiful girl swimming in the pool, and he concentrated on her and tightening his muscles to make the coach cum again.