Chad spent nearly three minutes trying to hold his breath after Rick dove in the pool before he realized swimsuits don't need to breathe and that he in fact was just a swimsuit now. After their initial exchange, Rick and Bruno seemed to ignore Chad. Chad wasn't even sure that Bruno knew that Rick had transformed Chad into his Speedo. He was sure Bruno would taunt him ever chance if he did. After a couple of hours, Rick got out of the pool. He and his mates joked, as he headed into the showers. Bruno was quiet and hung back a bit.
Chad was totally aware. Initially, he had been disgusted being wrapped around Rick's waist and being filled with his junk and ass, but now it felt weirdly normal. They say people can get accustomed to anything over time. Chad hoped not, and hoped so at the same time. He really didn't want to be Rick's Speedo, but if he had to be, he would rather not be disgusted every second of it. At his locker, Rick sat on the bench holding Chad in his hands. Then he tied another drawstring to then end of Chad's drawstring and pulled it through, Chad screamed as he felt his cock and balls moving, and leaving his body. Rick untied them, and Chad felt as if he had been castrated. The new drawstring was shorter, and felt different to Chad. Rick wadded up Chad's former drawstring and shoved it into his jeans and closed his locker. He then put on the Speedo that was in fact Chad, and headed to the sauna.
"Hey, Bruno, started without me?" Rick asked as he entered the sauna. Bruno glared at him as he was whacking off in his Speedo. White liquid oozed through the fabric darkening the sauna dried suit.
Chad had a bad feeling, as Rick lay down on the bench opposite Bruno. His hand rested on top of his Speedo, then the hand closed around Rick's cock wrapping Chad's fabric body around it in the process.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! screamed Chad. If Rick was aware of Chad's scream, he didn't acknowledge it, or stop.