"Oh, c'mon, Rix," moaned the big bear of a man who is a star defensive player on the local college team.
"Hey, Danny Boy, you're the one who wants to crash the party. Only chance you got is if they don't know it's you. Only way to conceal your identity without wearing a pantomime horse? The answer is Morphsuit!" said Rick, the team manager, who you recall as a nerdy jock. "How about this one?" he asks pulling you from the rack.
"Looks a bit small?" Dan said tentatively, as he reaches to take you.
"It stretches. Try it on," Rick ordered.
As Dan headed to the changing stall, you can see Rick's expression as he walks away carrying you. It's a mixture of lust and mischievousness. Hm, what's going on here?
Dan hangs you from a hook, while he strips down. You're torn by being worn by the big sweaty jock, and by the possibility you might be torn by the big sweaty jock if he wore you. You feel certain you can stretch to accommodate him. You wonder if he will like being a drone...oh, you realize he is looking for a disguise or costume to crash a party. He doesn't know that he will really become a drone. You understand Rick's expression now. Dan unzips you.