"Wakey, wakey, Chaddy Cakey," said a male voice, "Wakey, wakey, Chaddy Cakes!" The last word cakes was punctuated by a slap on his ass.
"Hey!" said Chad, except it didn't sound like his voice. He rolled over and sat up. He was in a strange room, in a strange bed, he was wearing a blue Speedo, and some dude from Dethridge Prep was standing there with a plateful of pancakes and sausage that smelled delicious. "Where am I? What happened?"
"Long and short of it, you're Marcus Tanner - at least for now. At least your Chad's brain in Marcus' body as long as you keep the Speedo on. It is really a cool spell. Marcus transforms you into a Speedo, he wears you, and you wear his body. Oh, he didn't plan it this way, I did. I told him just enough and gave him those pills. A little dose lets you listen to the transformee's thoughts. A full dose and the wearer becomes the wearee. Hah, hah. So, while you eat, I'll explain the situation. First, no questions. You do what you're told, and you remain ambulatory. First, never remove the Speedo. That will break the control spell. You will be trapped as a Speedo and Marcus will be back in control. He's likely to seal you in lucite and mount you on his wall along with his old jerseys, jockstraps, and other sporting memorabilia," said the Dethridge Prep chap waving his hand.
"Thanks for breakfast, I was famished. So, what's your angle?"
"Two-fold. Dethridge Prep lost not because of Chad, but because of Marcus. So, I want you to whip that body into shape. Get rid of those love handles. These may be the last pancakes for a while. Get Marcus lean mean and ready to win. Oh, and the second reason is to get Marcus conditioned to be my bottom boy. You're going to give me daily BJ's and take my cock up Marcus' cute little ass. After a couple months of regular use, when Marcus is back in his body, he will find he needs my cock in him to feel whole. Do what you're told and when I switch you back into your Speedo form, I'll change you back into a human being. If you try to cross me, I simply call the police. I've got everything set up, so only one call is all it takes, and you go to jail and are forced to strip search. Now if this happens in less than 2 months, Marcus will probably never put you back on, and will probably not be my good little slave boy, so don't cross me. Got it?"
"Okay,, and who are you?"
He snorted. "You really don't know me?"
"I know you're on the Demons' team. I think number 23? But I don't know you. Have we met?"
"Hm? I guess not formally, now that I think about it."