"Hey, Bruno, Rick, I'm glad I accepted your invitation to join the swim team," Chad hears a very familiar voice say, as his wearer sits down with his legs up on the wooden bench.
Chad sees the muscled abs and bold chest, but it can't be? He looks up into his own face. When the man had put him on, Chad initially thought that he was too big for the scrawny guy, but when his waist band snapped into place, he was a perfect fit. The bastard had not only reduced him to a Speedo, but had stolen his entire body.
"Oh, and you can't take him off for a week, or else you'll change back, Chad," Bruno advised Chad's wearer.
"How do I go to-the- uh- you know?"
"Dude, you can wear him around your ankles and blow dry him after you shower. Inside of a week or two, you'll forget you were anyone but Chad, and well, he'll just be a suit."
"Wickedly tight suit that shows off your assets really well."
"What if I uh, get horny?"
"Just jack off into Chad, I'm sure he'll feel humiliated and never want to be human again," Rick said leaning over and talking to the new Chad's crotch, "You see, Chad, once you start absorbing cum, you'll be addicted. You change back after a couple loads, you'll be a total cum bucket. A few more times and you'll be super pussyboi," Rick lifted his head up and asked Bruno, "Maybe Victor should take Chad off after a week of being a cum rag?"
"Hey, Rick, I like this body, don't want to give it up," the new Chad formerly Victor said.
Who the hell is Victor? Chad wondered.