"Oh, Chad, Bruno's going to be pissed. You kept our date. You'll keep your date with Bruno too, and you will be on the swim team- at least on one of the swim team at the meet this weekend."
"Wuh?" gasped Chad. He had lost his breath, and his skin had turned blue. If he hadn't turned blue, he would have blushed red being caught naked with his boner tied in a bow. Fuck, wait? What did Rick say? Rick!?!?
Still unable to speak, Chad mouthed, "Rick, what's going on?"
"Not sure what you're trying to say, bud, but I'm guessing your wondering why, right?" Rick asked. Then he laughed.
Chad nodded.
"Okay, Speedo, here's the bottom line. Bruno and I are both on the swim team, and we came across this potion that could turn a guy into an article of clothing. Anyway we got to discussing who to use it on. Naturally, your studliness came up as a guy either of us would enjoy wearing. Sure we're buds and teammates, Chad, but football season is over, and it's not like the transformation is permanent. At least not yet. Anyway, Bruno and I debated who should wear you, and we came up with a plan. Whoever was with you when the transformation took place would own you. So Bruno said the pool, and I said the Field House. And so I won you. I used my draw string from my old Speedo as your secret admirer gift. I knew you'd pick your dream date over Bruno any day. From the look on your face, I know I wasn't your dream date, but maybe after a few weeks of living here," Rick petted his crotch, "I will be. Ha!"
Mmpft? hissed Chad as he started to shrink.
Rick pulled on his cell phone and started videoing, "Oooooh! He's melting away! What a world, what a world, oh, what a Speedo!"
He reached down and held Chad's struggling blue fabric form in front of the camera. It was clearly a Speedo and Chad's face screamed on the pouch. Rick pulled off his sweat pants, and put Chad on. He frowned, as Chad had his own drawstring now. He paused, "Well, I have to get over to Bruno, I can replace the drawstring later. I've had this same drawstring for 5 years through a dozen different Speedos, it's lucky. It helped me catch you."
Chad was in shock. Rick's hard cock was stretching his now Spandex body, he could taste Rick's sweaty balls and ass, and damn, his cock had to be leaking precum. Chad felt so small and insignificant. Then Rick reached inside him and grabbed his cock at both end and pulled it tight, and tied it in a bow. No! Ow, ow, ow. My cock is now the suit's drawstring, sighed Chad. Then he recalled what Rick had said just before tying Chad's penis in a knot, he was going to replace Chad's string with his old string. Would that be like castration? Maybe that's what he meant about permanent yet? C'mon, Rick's his bud. He would change Chad back after the meet, after winning his bet with Bruno. Bruno, on the other hand, would never change Chad back.
The sweat pants covered Chad in darkness, and Rick gathered up his and Chad's stuff and headed to the pool.
Bruno frowned as Rick entered, "So, didn't work?"
Rick pulled down his sweats to reveal the blue Speedo, and said, "Sorry we're late, Bruno, Chad was just getting introduced to Little Rickie and my balls."
"Damn, I was sure he'd pick me in the pool over you in the Field House."
"Well, he didn't exactly know who he was meeting at the Field House, that's why I was sure I'd win. I simply signed my invitation his "Secret Admirer." You know if you had tried a written invite, he might have accepted," laughed Rick. "Ready for laps?" he asked as he dove into the pool.