Chad didn't realize he was in pieces until Richard Martin lifted Chad's cock and balls and held them in his hands. Except it wasn't Chad's cock and balls, it was an athletic supporter with a cup, but at the same time as Martin handled it, Chad could feel his hands on his cock and balls. Then Martin stripped out of his street clothes, and put on the athletic supporter and cup. Chad could feel Martin's cock and balls inside his own set. It was so fucking weird, and it was getting weirder. As he suited up, Chad realized that his entire being were now components of Martin's football gear. Chad's tongue was the mouth guard that was now French kissing his crosstown rival. Martin was only a junior, but he was the quarterback and captain of the Crosstown High team.
Chad felt so violated, he was padding and uniform, and helmet and shoes, and Richard Martin was inside him. The dude's naked body was inside Chad's. He locked his locker, and trotted out on to the Cross-town High football field.
"Bout time, Ricky!" shouted the team coach with his thick Boston accent.
Chad felt himself playing or at least sharing his thoughts and moves with young man wearing him. He felt the crush of bodies against him grinding him into Richard Martin when they were tackled, so he used as much of his abilities as he could to get Richard to dodge and twist to avoid being tackled again.
"Thaat was a t'riffic practice, Ricky. Guess, you took our liddle talk t'art!"
"Yeah, Coach Malone, I did what you suggested. I got inside Chad Masters. I am sure I'll have all his moves next season. Did you know he used to wrestle, play water polo, and was on the baseball team too? Since the Football Season is over, I think I may tryout for one of those sports," Richard said. The other players were already in the showers, but Richard lingered by the full-length mirror next to the locker room exit. Chad felt himself shift around Richard's body. Suddenly, Ricky was wearing a water polo suit, swim cap, and goggles, and all that was Chad. Then Richard was clad in a wrestling singlet, head gear, and wrestling shoes. He was commando without a jockstrap. Then suddenly, his body was more disjointed with his face reduced to an athletic supporter, and Richard was dressed in a baseball uniform. Chad realized with horror that his cock was the baseball bat in Richard's right hand, and his scrotum was the mitt holding Chad's two baseballs. Richard chuckled. Chad was in terror. Invariably, the winning team would get the game ball signed as a prize at the end of the game. If the other teams won, after two games Chad would be ball-less. Richard laughed at Chad's terror.
"Well, Chad that's added incentive for you to make me as good if not a better baseball player than you were," Richard said, as Chad shifted into Richard's street clothes.
Aren't you going to even shower? Chad thought.
"I'm getting you used to your new role. I think you'll learn to appreciate being worn by me after a while."
An image leaked through from Richard Martin's mind.
Chad winced. Richard was going to change for bed tonight, Chad was going to become really form fitting onesie tonight or maybe it was more than that- what was a zentai?, and Richard let slip that he hadn't jerked off in nearly a month in anticipation of getting Chad. What the hell was the guy planning? Chad wondered, even though he knew the answer.