Roger picked up the smelly John-jockstrap, and stepped into him. He proceeded with his evening work out, and then went to bed wearing only his John-strap. He patted his bulge and said, "I'll feed you breakfast in the morning."
As soon as Roger started to snore, John went to work. He hadn't expected half the guys in the frat to wear him, he thought it would only be Roger, but at last he was on Roger, and he was going to have the wealth, power and prestige that had belonged only to Roger, and Roger was going to be his jockstrap. Slowly, John pushed into Roger's sleeping mind. He gently nudged his wearer to ease him into his new position. This was the only way, John figured that he could get around Roger's talisman, it was risky, Roger could have tossed him in the shredder, but he knew Roger's personality, and he knew that anyone who had attempted to turn Roger into a jockstrap would face personal use as Roger's jockstrap. John raised Roger's right arm, then his left. Slowly, Roger lost control of each body part until his essence was shoved into the jockstrap that had been John's body.
In the morning, Roger's alarm clock buzzed. Roger tried to raise his hand to switch it off but he found he couldn't move. The alarm stopped someone must have turned it off. His room was dark and stank like a locker room, perhaps he was still dreaming. Suddenly, he felt a giant hand cover him, and begin massaging him. The bed beneath him came alive and started to grow. Roger had a horrible realization that he was now a jockstrap. He didn't know how, but---EW! Something warm and salty and wet began to ooze against his lips and tongue.