"My hands ! My feet !" tried to yell Jeff as he looked at them. They had just detached themselves from his wrists and anckles ! They were slowly loosing their beautiful definition, becoming limp while their cottoned skin loosened. They hollowed and flattened. They contracted and shrank, until they're nothing more than four jockstraps tossed in the bed. Four very similar than the one Jeff was five minutes ago.
His eyes widened with the shock. He could still feel them as if they were linked to him, but each one was laying independently.
Nate stood up and grabbed one. He put it at his face and smelt it.
"Brand new, clean and fresh... All this work for breaking it is still to do again." He smiled at his joke, and Jeff shivered thinking about the shower and sauna episodes. Then Nate put the jockstrap on his lap, and caress himself with it, driving it toward his manhood. He was still naked, and Jeff was astonished : he was feeling him like if he was still pressed against his brother's skin. The warmth, the smell, even the taste ; all that the jockstrap was touching was like directly rubbed on his face.
Nate smiled and seemed to change his mind.
"No... I would rather take another one. This part isn't for me. I deserve the head at least... or maybe your crotch ? We'll see what fit me better."
How this young jock could had become so confident and arogant in such a little time ? Having a full power on his brother's fate definitely wasn't good for him, thought Jeff. But who cares for this little jerk ? Jeff had bigger issues to deal with ! After the loss of his hands and feet, his arms and legs was burning too. His neck, ankles, knees, waist and a dozen of other places were contracting, like if they were dividing him. By reflex, he tried to get into a fetal position but he only succeeded to collapse on the bed. He realised he had gone hollowed and limp again, and instead of shrinking, he has been like folding on himself... And then he was exploding. Each of his joints separated suddently, and he found himself torn and spread in multiple pieces. All his limbs went like his hands and feet. His mind and consciousness were still untouched, but he was now perceiving the world throught a bright new insight. Like it would have been with a broken glass, he gathered slowly all his senses and guessed what happened to him.
Where his human body had been some minutes ago, laying on the bed, was now a pile of tossed jockstraps. Each of them was wriggling, like if they were magnetics. He was a puzzle. A mozaic of underwears. Lost in his tessalated body of fabric, his couldn't say where his mind was dwelling, but he was here and so aware of any of his movements and sensations. That was so akward and... wonderfull. Jeff was astonished by the bliss given to him. As the tide was going back, he found that he was in fact dwelling a jockstrap that had been his head. He felt that his new body was full of unexplored possibilities : he could change this and put his consciousness on the entire pile, or focus on other location..