The marking pen jabbed into Chad through the plastic wrap. He felt the pen tip ride across his body, as it seemed to flatten and spread out.
"Nuh-mmmmmmm," mumbled Chad briefly as his form changed, and he lost his ability to speak.
Then Chad saw his image in the mirror. He was plastic wrapped underwear. The backwards letters written on him read, "JOCKEY Y-FRONT BRIEFS- SIZE 30".
That narrowed the possibilities for his new owner, provided he was going to be the wearer, and he was a size 30. It ruled out several teammates who wore 36 or larger. Though Ken was a size 34, he often wore underwear that was too small. There were a couple of other guys who wouldn't mind stretching Chad tightly around their ass, nuts and cock. Chad was size 30 underwear now. He felt so empty. Please put me on already, he thought. But his new owner shoved Chad still wrapped in plastic into a waiting gym bag, and zipped him into the dark. At least it didn't reek of dirty clothes. That ruled out Rick... maybe, unless he left his athletic apparel in his locker? Chad's mouth tasted of cotton. He felt so dry and empty. He needed something warm and moist inside him. He needed it badly. But he was trapped in the dark, and he was empty.
Chad could hear the sound of showers in the locker room, as the bag was unzipped. Chad could see the tiled ceiling of the hallway outside the shower room. A fresh towel hung on a nearby hook. At last someone was going to put him on, Chad thought, and they were going to shower first, so they'd be nice and clean. Chad was happy.