Ryan squirmed in the warm, humid, and very dim shorts he found himself in. He felt the weirdest he’d ever felt and given the range of literal objects he had been that was saying something. But this, well, this was different. He no longer felt like fabric. He had skin and it was against skin. He could squirm and even flex muscles but the muscles were in the shape he now had; that of a jockstrap.
The human jackstrap hybrid could feel himself shifting back and forth as Angelo was leaving the locker room with his former locker friends. Sweat was beading on Ryan’s face as his own body heat combined with Angelo’s inside the shorts, his face pushed out tightly through his skin to wrap around Angelo’s cock and balls, leaving very little to the imagination.
“Luh muh ou!” Ryan tried to yell but buried against the shorts and Angelo’s groin the only thing audible outside of his prison was a light mumble. His reward for his attempt to communicate was a giant hand cupping his pouch of a face and a tight squeeze as his nose flooded with Angelo’s scent. His...masculine...strong scent. Ryan blinked as the hand left Angelo’s groin wondering why those thoughts came to his mind, not noticing he was flexing tight to hold Angelo closer, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he picture himself, a fleshy jackstrap sporting his hair and face, showing off Angelo so nicely. Ryan’s face shifted back and forth, a slight smile, as he bounced Angelo’s balls in himself a little...