"Dang, Roger, is that you? Hm, you look exactly like my jockstrap, right down to the name marked with Sharpie on the waistband," Mark said picking up his buddy and dangling it in front of his face. "Guess maybe your body didn't have enough male hormones left to return you to your male state. So your body turned into something that can absorb the male hormones you need? Hm," he rubbed his chin, and shrugged. Then he lowered Roger toward the floor, as he slid his sweat pants down.
Roger stared up in horror at the giant worm and wrinkled balls dangling over him. His horror switched to terror as he felt the cock getting hard inside him.
Pulling up the sweats and patting Roger and his crotch, Mark speculated out loud, "I wonder how much hormones you need to absorb? And I wonder in what form?"
What form? Oh, no thought Roger, when he'd been Tara he might have been tempted, but as an inanimate object the female hormones no longer clouded his judgment. Mark's cock was now straining against Roger's fabric body. Mark's hand rubbed against his cock through the fabric of his sweats and Roger. Suddenly, he went horizontal jumping on his bed, he shucked off his sweat pants, and gripped his cock through his jockstrap.
"This is for your own good bud," he said, adding, "Sorry." He started to jock off. He managed to cum five times thanks to being 18. He started out thinking about Cindy the cheerleader, but his last load he was imagining Roger on his knees drinking him in. He dozed.
When he woke an hour later, Mark forgot about Roger for the moment. He only knew he was exhausted, happy, and a cum-stained mess. He tossed his jockstrap in the laundry bin, and headed toward the showers. He had a headache,he felt the shower would clear his head.
Sean opened the door, and picked up the laundry hamper. The dorm mates on their floor had a deal, each week, a different dorm mate would go to the laundry room and do his laundry. This week it was Sean's turn. Down in the laundry room, Sean sorted the clothing into separate bags for each dorm mate. As he loaded Mark's bag, he held the cum stained jockstrap. Sean looked around to make sure he was alone in the laundry room, and then leaned in and inhaled the smelly cum-stained jockstrap. Sean had a dirty secret fetish, he hid it by coming on to every girl in the school, but he never got passed second base, because he couldn't keep it hard if there wasn't a guy around to look at...now Roger was about to learn his secret.
Sean stepped out of his own jeans and boxers, and stepped into Mark's dirty jockstrap. Sean pulled up his boxers and jeans, and buttoned up. Funny, no one had noticed that lots of guys' underwear went missing whenever Sean did laundry. Sean finished loading all the machines, and headed back to his room with his trophies to jack off.
Under the shower head, Mark suddenly remembered Roger. He flushed with embarrassment, his cock was getting hard just thinking about it, and shook his head. Then he turned the water down to ice cold.
Walking slowly back to his room, Mark began wondering what he should do about Roger and Tara. Should he even try to turn him back? Should he go delete Tara's file? He decided to review the computer program, and go from there.
It was nearly 5 o'clock, when Sean knocked at Mark's door. He delivered the hamper refilled with clean folded laundry, and said, "It's your turn next week, Mark, go light on the starch."
"Huh?" Mark said looking up from the computer code. "Oh, laundry yeah, right? Oh, Rog-- Um, did you wash my jockstrap?"
Sean turned back from the doorway, "I don't recall, but if it was in there, when I picked it up, it should be there." Sean closed the door and grinned concealing his boner that was filling Mark's missing jockstrap under his jeans. He wheeled the trolley of clean laundry on to Max's room.
Roger silently screamed for Mark, after hearing his friend's voice. Mark was searching through the clean laundry, and found one jockstrap. He was relieved, and went back to the computer code. He scrolled down.
Sean had already delivered all the laundry, gone to dinner and was now wearing Roger to the gym for his nightly three hour work out, when Mark found the coding error.
He'd tried restoring Roger to his formerself, except the definition for Roger was simply dumb jock. The program ignored the adjective dumb, and went to the dictionary image for jock. The definition of jock was a scanned image of Mark's jock strap. Instead of Roger's original image, the program had transformed Roger into Mark's jockstrap.
Mark hit his head against his forehead, and quickly rewrote the program, scanning in Roger's ID card photo as the definition for Roger. Then he positioned the jockstrap and hit enter.
Nothing happened. The machine only worked on humans or things that had been human, so this was his real jockstrap. Mark emptied out the laundry hamper, but there was no jockstrap to be found. He'd lost Roger!