Chad was getting hungrier, and he decided if he goes for the locker, he should be able to open it from the inside. So he opens the closet door, and looks into the inside of a giant empty locker. There's a giant hook hanging from the ceiling. Chad runs and jumps to catch hold of the hook and swing his feet into the locker door. His plan worked great until his hands touched the locker hook. His naked body blanched and became light fabric. There was no kick when he swung against the locker door. He couldn't drop from the hook, his arms and legs had fused. It took Chad a few minutes to figure out that he had been transformed into a giant jockstrap. A jockstrap again? Seriously, Rick has a one-track mind. Chad hung there for hours. At last he drifted off to sleep. He awakened a few times due to the locker room noise, but no one opened the locker he was trapped inside. Maybe it was his own locker? Chad wondered. Finally, late in the day, he heard the combo dial of his locker spin, and the latch clicked, and the door opened.
He stared at the biggest cock he'd ever seen. No wait, he a jockstrap. Rod's cock had looked huge too. It wasn't Rod's cock. He remembered that one was uncut. This one was circumcised. A giant hand reached for him. It took him a minute to recognize the giant cock, and he cursed softly. The locker was Rick's. Hell, the washer, underwear drawer and gym bag probably all belonged to Rick too. Rick held his new jockstrap up, and grinned at it. He looked around to make sure he was alone.
"Glad you chose to workout with me today, Chad. Except you're my jockstrap now, so-" Rick paused and spread Chad out on the locker room bench. He could see the impression of Chad's face on the pouch. Rick carefully smoothed out the pouch stretching out flat. Then he produced a stinky black laundry marker. Chad wanted to scream as Rick began to personalize his new jockstrap. Until that moment, Chad had hoped Rick would change him back after a few days or weeks, but permanent marker meant permanent. He looked down at his handiwork and grinned. Then he pulled Chad on, and pulled out the rest of his sport kit from his gym bag. He frowned as he sniffed his clothes. They smelled like piss. No doing anything about it now. He headed to practice. Today was weights, and soon his was sweating up a storm. Chad was drowning in Rick's sweat. He was cursing, pleading, bargaining with Rick, but to no avail. Rick either was really good at ignoring Chad, or he really couldn't hear Chad's thoughts the way Rod had. After his workout, Rick lounged in the sauna. Chad still ranted. Rod was in the sauna too, as he got up he brushed against Rick's jockstrap, and paused with a start. He heard Chad. Rick must've turned Chad into a jockstrap again.
Rick noticed Rod's pause.
"Something the matter, Chad?"
"Huh?" said Bruno, "Who's Chad?"
Rod seconded Bruno, "Are you talking in your sleep, Rick? Who's Chad?"
"Huh? Oh, I mean, Rod, why did you stop."
"If you must know I stubbed my toe, and it felt the same as if I hit my funny bone."
"Ooh, scream suppression time," added Bruno, "Yeah, they really need to buy a new sauna. The patchwork repairs aren't really safe. I snagged one of my Speedos on a nail last week."
"Well, watch your step, big guy," said Rick.
Rod left, but he was thinking like mad. He had to rescue Chad, somehow. But he didn't want to get caught stealing another guy's jockstrap.