Ryan had gotten used to being Jason's jockstrap. The scent no longer bothered him, in fact he no longer even noticed it. The sound of Jason's heart beat pumping through his bloodstream was normal background noise. He had even stopped thinking of himself as a transformed human. He was a jock- a jockstrap- that was it. He found his affections for Stacy had been replaced with a sense of belonging and security directed at his owner Jason "Snake" Tyler. He no longer chided himself when he thought of Snake as his owner. He had accepted his fate, he had accepted his new reality. He was always going to be a jockstrap. He seemed to regress into his own world. He was silent, as far as Jason could tell. But in fact, like some comatose people, Ryan receded into a world of his own making in his mind. The world of living clothing with talking jockstraps, talking t-shirts and shorts, and socks, and well, ever manner of clothing moving on living without humans. He was the star of the football team, as the best jock, and well, somehow in his make believe world everything made sense.
So when Snake took the jockstrap off and transferred it to the mannequin, Ryan was oblivious. He noticed the smell changed, it now smelled like plastic instead of male musk. It brought him out of his dream world. He was surprised to see Snake standing several feet from him. Someone else was wearing him? He was cold, and it had to be a mannequin.
Then he smelled and tasted rubber, as Snake applied the PlastiDip coating. He quickly was blinded by the heavy rubber. So in darkness he waited. Several times each day, he felt himself moved, and treated with more rubber. His encasement got heavier and heavier each day. He hadn't tasted cum in days, and was starving. Suddenly, one day he tasted the delicious Snake juice he had grown accustomed to consuming daily. He wolfed down what seemed like gallons. He had a warm feeling inside, and he slept.
Ryan was unaware that he had been removed from the mannequin, he just lay there in a stupor, he was a jockstrap after all. Snake was elated, Ryan had changed back. To be safe, Snake locked, the jockstrap in an animal cage overnight, but the rubber jockstrap was there in the morning. He grinned, Ryan Standish was no more, only a rubber jockstrap remained. Snake eagerly opened the cage and started to put Rubberized Ryan on.
He paused with the jockstrap around his thighs, and jerked off into the now rubber pouch. The cum just sat there, he grinned, and pulled the jockstrap up and into place.