"Don't thank me yet, Cumbucket!" said Josh with an evil smirk.
"Please, Josh, I won't tell anyone...urp!" Chad began then he burped loudly.
"Hungry for more cum, Cumbucket?" Josh asked patting his crotch.
Chad belched, and paused before answering. His face showed distaste, but he would do it if it meant he could remain human.
"Whatever you want, Josh," Chad said with fear in his eyes as he swallowed loudly.
"Heh, whatever? Maybe I'll give you something you want?" Josh said.
Chad suppressed his urge to say "I doubt it."
"Follow me, Cumbucket, unless you want to be a bottle of body wash again?"
Chad got up and followed silently, unsure what to say. Better just obey.
Josh led him into the lavatory where there were 3 urinals for the whole team to use. Chad had constantly been asking Josh and the coach to put in a urinal trough to accommodate 8 or 10 or more guys at a time, because Chad hated waiting in line. Chad assumed Josh wanted a blow job. He obligingly got down on his knees with his back to the urinals. He didn't see the porcelain fixtures vanish, as Josh opened his fly.
Josh ordered, "Put it in your mouth. I don't want you to spill a drop on the floor."
Chad nodded and opened his mouth. He swallowed Josh's semi-hard cock. He expected it to get harder or for Josh to fuck his face instead, he felt a hot stream of piss blast the back of his throat. He tightened his lips, but there was too much urinal. Chad sputtered, and yellow liquid gushed out his nose and mouth. But as the hot liquid hit his chin and chest, his body shifted to keep it from getting on the floor. Chad felt himself propelled backward as his body stretched out, and hollowed out. He yelped as his butthole swallowed the sewer pipe sticking out of the wall behind him and permanently attached itself. Water trickled out of his widening nose and ran down his 10 foot broad shoulders and chest. His mouth migrated down his face and took up position on his belly button. His rock hard abs were smooth and concave. He was becoming the urinal trough he had wanted for the team. Fuck, he was the urinal trough. Josh kept pissing, until it became a dribble and then he shook out the last few drops.
"I christen thee the Chad Memorial Water Conserving Urinal. I suppose Memorial might be the wrong word since you're still alive even if you're enameled porcelain. I know, "Compliments of Your Team Mate Chad to Make Amends. I Know I Was a Jerk. Just Think of Me Every Time You Use This Urinal."" As he spoke, Chad felt the words engrave themselves on the large metal plaque that was across what had been his forehead.
Josh ran his hand across the smooth hard porcelain and chuckled, "You would've been better off washed down the drain. Those old urinals have been here 50 years, it'll probably be another 50 before they replace you. Wonder what they do with old urinals?" He laughed and turned out the lights.
Chad was left mounted in place a permanent bathroom fixture. His throat started to dry out since he couldn't close his mouth/drain. All he could do was wait and think. Why did his teammates want him to shower in their cum? What had he done to Josh that he would want to destroy Chad so thoroughly. Sadly, Chad was oblivious. He couldn't think of any reason except they were jealous of what a stud he was - er, had been.