Tyler found himself face to face with Zach's massive cock, mere inches away. The stink radiating off of the huge hairy member was sickening but Tyler could not pull away. Instead, He felt his body pulled even closer until his face was practically touching the cock. He felt his arms involuntarily pulled around Zach's body. They met just above Zachs hairy butt and the fingers intertwined. Tyler tried to move them but found his fingers quickly stuck together and wouldn't budge. Little did Tyler know, they were fusing into the waistband of the jockstrap he was turning into!
Struggling to get away, the arms clasped around Zachs frame betrayed him, and pulled him even closer. Zachs fat sweaty member and balls smashed against Tyler's face as he screamed. Tyler's scream drowned out as his face seemed to almost melt, or break apart. He could still see and smell and hear and taste, but it felt like his face was losing all features and parts. He felt his face smash against and slowly wrap around Zachs hairy cock and balls. To his horror, he could taste and smell every once of Zachs sweaty, musky cock. Almost as if Zachs crotch was on his tongue and simultaneous right under his nose. He realized he could smell and taste on every part of his new, featureless (face). "Oh god", he thought with an icy terror; "I really an turning into a jockstrap!". Tyler struggled to fight and pull away again but, like before, it was utterly futile. He was stuck, he couldn't move an inch and he felt his body getting weaker and more insubstantial!
His "face" was beginning to feel more like a wispy sheet or a piece of fabric, very light and featureless. He couldn't really see anything as his "eyes" (if he even had anymore) were facing directly into Zachs crotch, and very little light filtered through Zach's massive jungle pubes. As he felt the fabric pouch that was now his face wrap itself even more fully and tightly around Zachs package, properly supporting and hugging it, Zach felt his legs, already light and wispy, begin to wrap around Zachs hairy thighs. Tyler knew what was happening as they merged with his arms (now waistband); they were becoming the bottom straps to Zachs jockstrap.
The front pouch that used to be his face was almost completely changed; an onlooker would almost see a normal white jockstrap. The pouch held Zach's massive bulge very effectively, although it did seem to be a bit stretched out. It cradled Zachs member and his very large, low hanging balls. However, whole lot of Zach's pubes stuck out from the sides and top of the jockstrap.
Tyler wanted to scream, this was a nightmare! It felt like his dirty roommates balls and cock were resting directly in his mouth, his tongue hugging and tasting every nasty inch. Likewise, for some cruel reason he could smell from every point on his cotton body. It truly was disgusting and Tyler would have been retching if it were possible! Tyler felt like his entire face, his entire being, was cradling Zachs package. With the thick curly pubes tickling him, the greasy jock sweat absorbing into his body, he truly was in hell! At this point, Tyler could now see somehow; it seemed his sight had migrated to the waistband and he was now looking forward, from Zachs crotch. Zach remained frozen and unmoving, as did Tyler's line of sight. Was Zach still in a trance from the Chronivac?
Tyler kept trying with all his might to struggle, to move, to be anything other than wrapped around his nasty roommates cock. There was no use, the transformation was now fully complete. Tyler had been reduced to nothing but a cheap white cotton piece of fabric, who's only purpose was to hold his roommates cock and nuts. That was it. Zach was still in a trance from the Chronivac. That was when Tyler heard a beep emit from the device: "Applying update: please hold".
"Oh god, what now?!" Tyler thought with horror....