Chad was in the field house. He laid out a blanket on the dirt floor, and had stowed all his clothing in his gym bag, and stood there naked holding the gift box. He opened it, again, and took out the heavy blindfold. He looked around the empty field house. For the first time, he was nervous. He just realized this might be some sort of prank, now that football season was over, the QB was fair game again. Nah, the blindfold smelled of flowers. It had to be a girl. He put it on, and stretched. The metal building with all the windows closed heated up something fierce by the end of the day, Chad was quite content to be naked.
Suddenly, he felt a hand caress his back and buttock. He started to turn, and raised a hand to remove his blindfold. A voice whispered, "Uh, uh, stay perfectly still, big boy, I'll tell you when to move."
Chad froze, he felt the caress move around his waist. It was her left hand. It was a powerful hand, and the nails clipped close. Had to be Karen Sinclair, as she was on the volleyball team, and kept her nails short, and was famous for her power spikes. He smiled, and then grinned, as the hand gripped his manhood and started massaging it. He started to move.
"Stay still," the voice whispered again.
"Okay, but I'm going to cum soon," he whispered back.
"Fine, hold it in, big boy."
Chad sighed, and held it in. He had had hand jobs before, but this seemed more intense, maybe it was the blindfold, only hearing and feeling, not seeing? He thought Karen was right handed? Hm?
"Ooh," moaned Chad, "I'm about to cum!" he warned.
The hand let go of his shaft, and grabbed his waist, as did the other hand, and pulled Chad backwards.
"Me too!" shouted a male voice.
Chad shrieked as he felt a shaft slide between his butt cheeks and penetrate him. He felt hot liquid gush inside him, and strangely weak and tingly all over. He pulled the blind fold off. His arms and legs were yellow now, and his body hair was vanishing as he watched. He felt stiff all over, and then he noticed the geometric pattern on his skin. He couldn't struggle, he could only watch. He felt like he was bloated, and the room was growing bigger. He realized his feet no longer were on the blanket, but dangled in the air. The cock inside him seemed to grow bigger too. Chad was dizzy. He stared at his flailing arms, and legs and his shrinking torso, he was becoming all head and ass, and that was ne thing too.
A smart phone in selfie mode appeared in front of his sobbing face. He was turning into a yellow water polo ball! He couldn't see the face of the man behind him, but he recognized the abs and chest. It was Bruno!
"Be the ball, Chad. And with you as our lucky ball, we're bound to win every game. At least if you want to be human again. See the winning team keeps the ball. As long as we win every game, we keep you and change you back at the end of the championships," Bruno explained.
"How can I do anything to make us win, when I am only a ball?" he sobbed.
"Oh, it's easy, you slip out of the other teams' hands, and you stick to our players hands. You swerve a bit to allow passes to be intercepted, and you miss the goal as much as possible, except for our players."
Chad wanted to say something more, but his mouth was gone. Bruno blew on last load, and sighed. He pulled the ball off his cock and watched Chad's hole shrink to a regulation air valve.
"Damn, you know I haven't cum in 4 weeks, saving up for you, Chad. Well, better get to practice.