As class ended, Jeff felt Simons cheeks shut around his lips as he got up to walk to Baseball practice.
One thing about Simon was that he was the typical baseball boy. He was muscular and had a baseball bubble butt. Jeff found that because of this, he could feel his lips and face jiggle ever so slightly with each step that Simon took.
As Simon got to the locker room for baseball practice, he quickly stripped off his jeans and underwear. Jeff was finally able to see his old surroundings through the thick hair that blocked his vision. As Simon bent over to pull his jockstrap up, Jeff’s vision became even more clear, but quickly faded away as Simon straightened his body. From here, Simon pulled up a pair of black shorts and a gray long-sleeve dry-fit shirt. As he ran out to the field, Jeff could not imagine what he was about to have to go through.
Quickly into practice, Simon was building up a sweat, and Jeff found himself getting hotter, sweatier, and stinkier. Jeff tried his hardest to make a sound or movement, but quit in defeat as he realized he would never be in control of his new existence. He was nothing but a butthole chilling between some jocks cheeks. His new purpose was to do just this forever.
As Simon finished up practice, he went back to the locker room and stripped off his clothing. Jeff was met with heaven as he was greeted by cooler air and a fresher smelling environment. Simon quickly headed off to shower. As he washed his body, Jeff found it weird to have Simon rubbing his lips with his fingers to get him clean. As Simon finished up, he went to a stall to change.
“Your first day as my asshole. I hope you’ve enjoyed it Asshole. Just think, earlier this morning you were a human with a name, and now your only purpose in this world is to help a high school jock shit and fart. I can’t wait to go home and enjoy a nice steak. Too bad buttholes don’t get to enjoy food.” Simon teasingly said.
From here, Jeff was enveloped back in Simons cheeks as Simon pulled his clothes on and left for home.