Jake lays limp, his cloth prison rocking slightly as Kyle first descends the stairs, and then leaves the house. The movement might have been relaxing if only he wasn't shoved into tight, musky confines and had just had his humanity stripped away from him.
His position only grows more uncomfortable when he's squished slightly, and he's puzzled for a brief moment before he hears the sound of a car door slamming shut.
He squirms a bit, attempting to bring up an arm and push the wall of cotton away from his face, his balls drawing up as he does so. Jake might not need the breathe anymore, his needs taken care of simply by the fact he was now simply nothing more than a fancy cock, but that didn't stop it from feeling claustrophobic.
The underwear barely budges, Jake's now boneless arms incapable of applying much, if any, pressure, and the denim of Kyle's jeans and the seat below blocking what little progress he could've made. He squirms again, attempting to find any respite. This close up, Kyle's underwear stank, the unfamiliar smell of his body and sweat impossible to ignore in such close quarters.
Jake freezes as he feels Kyle's hand readjust him.
"If you keep that up," the nerd sneers, slightly muffled by the layers of fabric Jake has been hidden in, "I'll make it where you can't do anything except lay there."
He tries to wiggle away from Kyle's grasp, only for the hand to tighten on his new form briefly before letting go. "This is your only warning. If you inconvenience me, I can make this even worse for you."
Jake's - Kyle's - blood runs cold at the thought. What more would this sadist do to him? Was this truly how he'd spend the rest of his life?
The car starts, and Jake feels sick.
Time passes, and the car finally comes to a stop, the engine stopping. Jake experiences a moment of relief as Kyle stands, the expanded space a small mercy.
A door opens, then closes. More walking, and a moment where Kyle's pace changes - stairs? - before another door.
"You're late, Perkins. Get to your seat." Jake struggles to place the voice for a moment, before realizing. The class that Kyle had walked into was History, taught by Coach Johnson. He catches the sound of Kyle mumbling something in reply, but can't parse exactly what is said.
The confines of Kyle's underwear tighten once more as he sits at a desk, Jake being squished even further as Kyle leans forwards. Soon, he sits back, Jake's ears barely able to catch the soft sound of a notebook and pencil being placed on the desk.
Coach Johnson resumes class, and Jake soon learns that History is even more mind numbingly boring when he couldn't see anything. He shifts, desperately seeking some sort of stimulation before his brain starts leaking out of his ears. He's rewarded in his efforts with a squeeze from Kyle's hand, and Jake freezes in fear of retribution before he feels something.
It's an odd sensation, but strong. It starts at his base, where his new form connects to Kyle. Finding it impossible to ignore, Jake puzzles over the feeling for a moment longer before it intensifies, and begins to encompass his entire form.
Soon, Jake finds himself once more shifting against his will, and is pinned against the wall of fabric containing him. An attempt to move away translates to only a twitch of movement.
Then, he feels the throbbing.
Kyle, apparently rather stimulated himself by Jake's movements, was becoming hard. Unfortunately for Jake, he is the erection.
Incapable of stopping the impulse, Jake's now diminutive hands caress his body, where his torso meets what it obviously simply cock flesh. The movement brings a spark of pleasure, and the flow of blood to Jake's head intensifies, and he's soon almost crushed into the fabric surrounding him. He tries to squirm against it, and the friction is so, so much better.
The pressure of Kyle's hand returns, almost stroking Jake through the barriers between him and the outside world. Jake can't help himself, pressing into it, running his hands along his new body, doing all he can to twitch up into the grasp.
The part of his brain that isn't so fogged over is repulsed by the behavior, sickened by it. Even if he's become this, there was no reason to let himself enjoy any part of it. The sadist that did this to him would simply enjoy his descent into depravity.
That corner of his mind seems to be correct, as Jake is throbbing so hard that it hurts.
Kyle squeezes him, and Jake's mouth floods with a bead of precum. It's bitter, absolutely disgusting, but as horny as he is, Jake accepts the disgusting fluid in his search for more pleasure.
The hand leaves his form, and Jake abruptly remembers Kyle's threat in the car. An obvious boner in class was embarrassing. Would he be punished, even though it was obvious Kyle was getting off on his predicament?