Rick and Bruno chat about the swim meet, and strategies for winning. It's like they totally forgot that Chad was even there. Chad starts to zone out to their conversation, and just enjoy Rick's sweat drenching his very being. He hears a name and refocuses his attention on what the two swimmers are talking about.
"...Marcus Tanner will want proof," Bruno said.
"I videoed Chad's transformation in to my Speedo. I think that should be proof enough," Ryan said petting Chad and adjusting his cock inside his Chad Speedo.
"Oh, you gotta show me," Bruno said sitting up. He was sitting opposite Ryan on the wooden benches in the sauna. Chad looked over Ryan's bulge at Bruno. The dark haired, tanned muscled swimmer was naked and sporting his massive boner.
"What you got against Chad?" Rick asked.
"Nothing, 'cepting I'd like to shove my dick down his throat, and up his ass until he's a bit less of an arrogant prick," Bruno said, "Hey, I don't want to lose Chad to Marcus, but it was the only way he would bet us. And who else would put up a million dollars on a high school swim meet. You should ask, "Why would Marcus risk a million bucks just for a chance at owning QB." He punctuated the "QB" by jabbing Rick's bulge with his index finger.
"Oh, I know why. Just concerned what he might do to win Chad and not lose the million."
"Tell me why then?"
"Well, Marcus was quarterback of Dethridge Preparatory Academy's team the Demons, and well, our team was the only one to beat them every time, and not to have any losses. We were unstoppable. That's why we won the State Championship, and it was all due to my new lucky Speedo.
Oh, fuck! thought Chad. He's thinking of me as a Speedo and not a human being. Duh, that's what I am now. But I was human. A Speedo can't win a football game!
"Aw, think we're upsetting Chad. His fabric keeps shifting, and making me hard."
"Well, Chad, since this concerns you, I suppose we should include you in our conversation," Bruno said with a laugh, "Of course, you cannot speak with your mouth full, but here's the sitch. You really pissed off the Marcus dude, and I think it was more than simply beating him at football. Did you screw his girlfriend or sister or mom? Well, did he, Rick?"
"I dunno. Probably, he sure got tight when you suggested he screwed someone Marcus knows. Maybe he screwed Marcus. I'm sure that guy is gay. Have you noticed how he stares at our crotches when we play?"
"Crotch man could be bi. Maybe that's it, Chaddy boy probably bet the Demons' QB that he could fuck Chad if his team won, and then we he lost, Chad refused to collect pissing him off?"
"Maybe, he's all shuddery now since I blew my load when he got tight. Better let him dry."
He'll peeled off cum soaked Chad. Chad was oblivious. He recalled Marcus, and Ricky and Bruno, but he didn't recall being human. He just imagined himself being worn by each of them, instead of hanging on the wood railing in front of the electric sauna heater. Bruno and Rick resumed their conversation, but Chad was totally in cum heaven and oblivious to what was said. He didn't notice when they left, showered, and returned. He only became aware as Rick grabbed him off the wood railing. "Yeah, he's all toasty," he said lifting Chad to his nose and sniffing, "And he smells like my Speedo now."
"He smells like your bedsheets," teased Bruno.
They walked back to the lockers, and Rick tossed Chad into an open metal locker. Then he and Bruno arm-in-arm headed to the showers with a couple of cold beers. Chad's head ached. Apparently, being cum-drunk meant that you had a hangover afterward. He wasn't sure exactly how Marcus figured in this, but he definitely preferred to be worn by Rick or Bruno. He had to escape. Wait, Rick said that he had moved on Rick's body. So, maybe he could move off Rick's body. It took enormous effort, but by making undulating movements, the Speedo slowly began to crawl out of the open locker. He tumbled to the concrete locker room floor under the bench. He was disoriented, but he thought the coach's office was to his right. So he started undulating that direction.