‘You want me to be your jockstrap?’ Jeff was stunned.
‘It’s just that Jason is such a comfortable backpack, I figured an inanimo jockstrap would cradle me just right...’ Ryan shuffled, blushing.
Jeff had to admit, he didn’t have any better ideas as to what to be.
‘Only temporarily,’ Jeff said sternly.
‘Of course!’ Ryan nodded, ‘But if I could break you in before the game, so I know for sure you’ll fit okay and not distract me too much...’
‘Alright, I’ll set it for one week,’ Jeff confirmed and went over to the Chronivac.
Ryan and Jason watched over Jeff’s shoulder, marvelling at the device. Jeff programmed it so that he’d still be human but function like a jockstrap, and that it would last for a week. As Jeff was only changing his form and the reality shift was still in place, it would just become apparent to everyone that he had switched jobs and nothing more. After the week, Jeff would go back to being a dumpster. It wasn’t an attractive prospect but he knew he would at least have his regular body back if the jockstrap form caused any alterations.
With that all set, Jeff hit confirm and stepped back. There was a flash of light, and Jeff felt a change. He couldn’t quite place what it was, though.
‘Is that it?’ Ryan asked.
‘I do feel sort of different,’ Jeff pondered.
Jason added, ‘Maybe you gotta try him on!’
Soon, Ryan was taking off his backpack and the rest of his clothes. Not wanting to put his clothes on the dirty ground, he opened Jason’s mouth and stuffed his clothes inside. Jason gladly stored them inside his body, as a backpack should. Jeff blushed, wondering what exactly Ryan expected him to do now.
‘Well Jeff,’ Ryan said, ‘you’re my jockstrap now, and you know where they go.’
Jeff nodded, the strangeness of the scenario finally hitting him. He cautiously knelt down in front of Ryan and awkwardly put his arms around Ryan’s waist. Then, everything came together. As Jeff locked his fingers around Ryan’s waist, his arms quickly retracted, pulling him close to Ryan’s genitals. Jeff quickly turned his head away, Ryan’s cock and balls pressing against his cheek. The sensation of warm, supple skin against his package made Ryan’s cock start to throb, for which he quietly apologised to Jeff.
Next, Jeff felt his body start to flatten, which brought his face closer to Ryan’s cock than it already was. As he flattened out, he became as weightless as fabric, and his legs lifted from the ground and wrapped around Ryan’s thighs to meet his own hands before locking into place like straps. The left much of Jeff’s torso still hanging on the ground, but soon his legs retracted in one direction and his torso in the other, until his torso was tucked into his head and his legs were merely small straps. When the process was complete, Ryan was standing in a flesh-tone jockstrap with half of Jeff’s face visible on one side of the pouch and the other half on the inside of the pouch.
‘I was right,’ Ryan said stuffing his hand into Jeff’s pouch and adjusting his boner, ‘you do cradle my balls better than a fabric jock!’
Jeff felt uncomfortable, ‘yeah that’s great, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable doing this for much longer.’
Jeff unlocked his fingers, instantly causing his body to start filling back out and spilling away from Ryan.
‘Awh but you promised I could break you in,’ Ryan said, reaching behind himself and locking Jeff’s fingers back together.
Jeff was pulled back into his jockstrap shape. He had turned his head to address Ryan, so when he was pulled back into jock-shape, his whole face was now on the inside of the pouch.