"Oh, oh, oh," gasped Horst as his jockstrap began growing beneath his jeans. He ripped open his jeans sending a metal button flying across the library. His jeans ended up below his knees, and his boner ended up impaling Ryan Standish's naked ass sitting on Horst's lap. "Ow! No!"
"Sh! Shut up, Horst! I don't want anyone seeing us like this," hissed Ryan, "Now get up, and let's get somewhere private." He grabbed the playbook and covered his crotch as he stood.
"Oh, oh, be careful, Ry, I seem to be stuck."
"I noticed already. It must be a new part of the jockstrap curse, at least it didn't happen at tonight's game."
"Oh, fuck, that would be a penalty for sure. Too many players on the field!" gasped Horst.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Do you think I want your dick buried in my ass?"
"Well, you seemed to like it when you were a jockstrap."
"I am not a jockstrap now, am I? Somewhere around here private? Where I can change back into a jockstrap or we can get separated. Then we need to find Vinnie."
"Uh, how about over there."