Carl’s head buzzed with excitement and a little bit of mischief as he made his way to the gym, the Undergarbulator tucked snugly in his backpack. The thrill of wearing Alex as his underwear had only intensified his desire to push boundaries further. With Alex’s growing comfort and acceptance still echoing in his mind, he felt unstoppable.
“Time for round two,” he murmured to himself, a grin spreading across his face.
He spotted Luke hanging out by the lockers, stretching before gym class. “Hey, Luke! You ready to hit the court?” Carl called out, his voice dripping with feigned enthusiasm.
“Yeah, but what’s with that grin? You look like you’re up to something,” Luke replied, eyeing Carl suspiciously.
“Me? Up to something? Never!” Carl shot back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He couldn’t resist the urge to toy with his friend.
In a swift motion, Carl pulled out the Undergarbulator and aimed it at Luke. “Hold still for a sec!”
“What are you doing?” Luke protested, but before he could move, a beam of colorful light shot from the device, enveloping him in a swirl of hues. Carl couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Luke stumble and hold his head. "OH man," he said. "I feel all goofy..."
Luke started to transform before his eyes. He folded, shrank, and slowly morphed into a black jock strap emblazoned with the school’s logo.
Oh no! Not this! Luke’s thoughts filled Carl’s mind, panic swirling within. Carl, you better change me back!
“Oops! Too late!” Carl teased, picking up the jock strap and inspecting it closely. It was perfectly designed, the fabric smooth and stretchy. “You look great, buddy! Very supportive!”
Just then, the gym doors swung open, and Coach Harris entered the locker room, a hulking figure of a man, his ample belly bouncing with each step. The fat, sweaty, and hairy gym teacher was notorious for his roughness and lack of personal space.
“Alright, team! Let’s get to it!” Coach Harris boomed, sweat glistening on his forehead. He glanced around, searching for his jock strap. “Where’s my jock? I swear I just had it.”
Before Luke could protest or escape, Carl tossed the jock strap directly at Coach Harris, who caught it effortlessly.
“There it is! Thanks, kid!” Coach Harris said, completely oblivious to the fact that it was Luke inhabiting the jock strap. He pulled off his clothes and yanked Luke up around his hairy, meaty thighs, pulling him nice and snug against his hefty bulge of man meat. “You know, I’ve gotta say, this feels incredibly comfortable! Better than my old one!”
Oh my god, no! No, no, no! Luke screamed internally, humiliated as he realized what was happening. The sensation of being worn by Coach Harris was overwhelming; the thick thighs and hairy legs surrounded him, and the sheer reality of being a jock strap sent him spiraling into embarrassment.
“Great support and fit! No wonder everyone talks about this model!” Coach Harris chuckled, tugging and snapping the jock strap beneath his gym shorts, completely unaware of the emotional turmoil his student was experiencing.
Carl! Get me out of this right now! I can’t take it!
Carl doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach. “You’re doing great, Luke! Just think about how many people wish they could be that comfortable in gym class!”
This is so degrading! Luke thought, feeling the heat of embarrassment flood through him. I can’t believe you did this!
“Aw, come on! Just enjoy the ride!” Carl replied, grinning mischievously. “I’ll change you back... probably. If you want. Just think of this as… gym class with a twist!”
As the class began, Coach Harris led the students through a series of exercises, completely unaware of the turmoil Luke was experiencing. The jock strap, snugly fitted, hugged the contours of the coach’s body, providing a level of comfort that only added to Luke's humiliation.
Each movement Coach Harris made felt like a jolting reminder of Luke’s new reality. The support was undeniably comfortable, but the thought of being reduced to a mere accessory was unbearable.
I can’t believe this is happening!
“See? Not so bad, is it?” Carl chuckled, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and guilt.
You’re a monster, Carl! Get me out of here before I die of humiliation!
As the class progressed, Luke felt an unsettling mix of feelings. The comfort of being worn was undeniable, but each moment deepened his embarrassment. He felt trapped, powerless to change back and horrified by the thought of being snug up against Coach Harris’s privates.
“Alright, team! Let’s hustle! I want to see you all moving!” Coach Harris shouted, clapping his hands together, fully immersed in his role as a teacher. “You’ve got to keep your gear in shape—just like me!”
This is a nightmare, Luke thought, desperation clawing at his mind.
Carl, still enjoying the chaos he had created, contemplated the power he wielded. With the Undergarbulator in his hands, he had the ability to shape their reality in ways he had never imagined.
But deep down, as he watched Luke's distress unfold, a flicker of doubt crept in. Maybe this is going too far…
As Coach Harris continued to exercise, oblivious to his student's plight, Luke fought to maintain his composure. He felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him, struggling against the absurdity of the situation.
I’m going to get you for this, Carl. Just you wait! Luke's thoughts echoed with determination.