“Co... coach?” John stammered.
“Huh,” Ryerson said, looking at John. “Wouldn’t have guessed it was a mathlete swiping my jocks.”
“Wha... how...” John said.
“Every day this week I’ve had a jockstrap go missing, so I decided to do something about it. My husband is a bit of a wizard, so last night he put a little booby trap on this one” Ryerson said, snapping his waist band. “When I noticed it was missing after my shower, I guessed it wouldn’t be long, so I stripped down and waited in my office.”
“But... wh... where’s Aaron?” John asked.
Ryerson glanced down at the jockstrap he was wearing. “He’s supporting your coach. Little bit of a punishment for swiping my jocks all week.” He adjusted himself, his still erect cock leaking a bit into Aaron.
“But that’s not fair!” John exclaimed. “We haven’t been taking your jockstraps! This is the first time! And Aaron didn’t even take it, it was me!”
“Huh. Well, bad luck for him then” Ryerson said with a smirk.
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Aaron truly enjoyed the feeling of growing and aging. He knew he should have been freaked out, but muscles developing, hair growing in all over his body, and gaining height/weight just felt too good. The much bigger cock was definitely a bonus as well. When it stopped though, it felt like the floor beneath him disappeared and he was falling through darkness. When the falling sensation stopped, Aaron felt dizzy and confused. His perspective had changed. He was now just about eye level with John’s waist. The smell of sweat permeated his sense of smell, like the times he had sucked John off, but more intense. He found he could hear, too.
“But... wh... where’s Aaron?” He heard John ask.
“I’m right here!” Aaron tried to exclaim, but found he couldn’t speak.
“He’s supporting your coach. Little bit of a punishment for swiping my jocks all week.” He heard Ryerson say. Wait. Aaron looked up the best he could manage, and saw Coach Ryerson looking down at him. It was at that point Aaron realized he could still feel and taste, even if he couldn’t move or talk. He felt something hard and warm stretching his body, and that was definitely precum he tasted leaking into his absorbent new body.
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“You can’t do this!” John exclaimed.
“I can and I did, sport” Ryerson replied.
“But this is kidnapping! Abduction! And it’s not even his fault! Take me instead” John pleaded.
“Sorry kid, no can do. It’s a part of the trap. Your boyfriend is essentially my property for the next 24 hours. I was hoping it would be a lesson for whoever had been swiping em all week. I guess I’ll just have to booby trap another jock and try again next week.” Ryerson explained.
“But Aaron doesn’t deserve to be punished, I do.” John said, deflating.
“I agree with ya there, Mr. Cooper. You should be the one wrapped around my crotch, but there’s nothing I can do. Maybe your punishment is knowing you got your boyfriend turned into your coach’s sweaty jockstrap for a day” Ryerson said with a wink. “Now if you don’t mind, I have a long bike ride home.” With that, Coach Ryerson turned and walked away from the still stunned John Cooper, heading back to his office.
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Thankfully for Aaron, the interaction between John and Coach Ryerson had deflated the coach’s erection a bit. Coach was still chubbed a bit, but he wasn’t stretching Aaron nearly as much. He found that his cotton body seemed to shift as coach walked, cradling his balls and shaft as best he could to really support the coach.
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Steve Ryerson closed the door to his office, still wearing nothing but Aaron. He picked his backpack up off the floor, pulled a cycling suit out and replaced it with the slacks and polo t-shirt he had worn all day. Steve usually drove to work, but today, knowing there was a good chance he would be wearing someone home, he had opted to bike, knowing that the mid-April afternoon would be a relatively hot one, guaranteeing a long sweaty hour and a half wrapped around his crotch for whoever had been stealing his jocks. Tough break for the mathlete though. As Steve lowered the suit to step inside, he caught a glimpse of himself wearing Aaron in the mirror. He sighed, lowered the suit to the ground and walked to sit in his office chair. He looked down at his jockstrap, and Aaron looked up at him.
“Look, I’m sorry you ended up caught in the trap, I really am, but there is nothing I can do about it now. My husband is the one with the magic. Still, I don’t think you deserve the full 24 hours as my sweaty strap. You’ll still be property, per se, but that could mean a lot of things. Tell you what, when I get home I’ll have my Brody my husband make it so we can talk this through” Steve said, giving Aaron a little pat on the pouch. “As for this bike ride, well, I would offer to take you off and let you ride in my pack, but I didn’t bring any underwear, and I do need some sort of support to protect my balls. Plus,” Steve said groping himself and Aaron, “Brody made sure you’re extra supportive” and smiled.