He pauses with a grim face and reveals his darkest secret, "That was two years ago..."
"... Now I'm only human when he's out of the house and there's no one I can tell. If I try to
use the phone or leave the house - if I do anything like that, I start to turn back into a
jockstrap."
Even as he uttered the words 'jockstrap', the man seemed to shimmer and distort and
before you know what's happened, Coach Allen has collapsed onto the ground
transformed into a well used jockstrap lying on top of a damp white towel.
Intrigued by the sudden proof of the man's story, you bend down to pick up the new
jockstrap, reading the word's 'PROPERTY OF K. O'TOOLE' on the waistband. The fabric has
a warm feel to it and you're suddenly tempted to put it on.
Just as you're about to stand up and put the jockstrap on, you see a shadow coming up
from behind you and before you know what's happened, you are hit sharply over the head
and collapse unconscious.
As short time later, you come to and find yourself gagged, tied up and naked looking at a
well built jock with cropped blond hair and blue eyes wearing a practice jersey, socks and
cleats and holding the man-come-jockstrap that used to be Coach Allen.
"Well well, so you're awake!" said the jock who you realise must be Kevin.
You try to mumble out a reply but the gag is too tight and you can only manage a moan.
"I guess Coach Allen told you all about his new job. It's too bad that you had to hear
about that because now you're going to have to join him. I'll leave your transformation a
surprise for now but you'll know soon enough."
Kevin, advances on you and picks up a magic marker from the coffee table taking the top
off and leaning over you. You can smell the solvent odour of the pen and shutting your
eyes, you feel a damp stroking sensation as Kevin begins to write down your chest.
When Kevin stops writing you open your eyes and look down to read the dreaded words
'PROPERTY OF K. O'TOOLE' printed in neat capital letters down your torso.
As you read the text, you being to feel strange. You watch in fascination as your feet and
legs begin to withdraw into your body and your chest begins to push outwards
accompanied by a strange tingling feeling. A similar sensation from your arms and your
head finds you unable to move at all and soon all you can see is a kind of white dome
stretching up in front of you as you lie on your back.
You realise that you must have been transformed into a cup for the Coach Allen jockstrap
and this is confirmed as Kevin picks you up and inserts you into the special sleeve
between the two layers of the jock's pouch. Your vision is blurred as you hear the two
fasteners snap shut, sealing you inside Coach Allen, the jockstrap.
As the realisation of what has happened sinks in, you being to feel turned on and find the
sensation of Coach Allen's fabric rubbing over your smooth surface incredibly erotic. This
is heightened even more as you feel a movement and lifting sensation and realise Kevin is
putting you and Coach Allen on.
Suddenly you feel a pressure from behind you as Kevin's, thick cock presses into your back
and everything goes dark as he slides shiny blue compression shorts over you and Coach
Allen...