Elizabeth gave herself a look over in her mirror. To say that she was gorgeous was an understatement. Glowing emerald eyes with sexy soft lips adorned her cute yet sexually mature face. Smooth clear skin flowed like silk covered her body. Rich brown hair like fresh soil of a virgin land fell freely to cover her shoulders. She was tall at 6 feet in height. She towered over her fellow teenagers like a light house of beauty. Her long luscious legs were like columns of ancient architecture to be admired and appreciated. Her breasts were bountiful, watermelons fit for first place in a size contest. Her wide hips supported her bakery of an ass, bread baked beautifully voluminous. For a sixteen year old she shouldn’t have had a body built for envy for it brought her nothing but misery.
Treated as an adult by grown up strangers, bothered Elizabeth to no end. From sexual harassment to shady job offers, Elizabeth could no longer walk outside her home without being approached by people with less than benevolent intent. She used to be able to handle the permanent public stares but directly approaching her to interact was insane. Yet it didn’t compare to her school life.
Unlike public life, Elizabeth couldn’t hide away from the world for her mandatory schooling. It was a hundred times worse than her public interactions. Teens were more direct and cruel as they didn’t have to suffer the consequences of adults when they harassed Elizabeth verbally, physically, mentally, cyberly, and in so many other ways only the creative mind of an adolescent set to cruelty play would know. To save the trouble of listing out the horrible abuse Elizabeth’s tormentors enacted on her know only that the girls were jealous, the boys horny, and both manipulatively evil. Elizabeth had no physical scars that could be traced back to her harassers, but her mind was ruined.
Elizabeth was alone. Her potential friends and defenders were driven away by her unearthly beauty and her enemies long ago. Girls felt devalued beside her. Boys leaving as they did not want a treasure they could not possess in its entirety.
Thus unable to cope and unable to count her blessings, Elizabeth blamed her situation on her body, on herself. Being a healthy girl with an overabundant amount of hormones, she had her kinks and her isolation only acted as fertilizer to turn her kinks into fiended fetishes. She needed to feel wanted. She needed to be used. She needed a break or be invisible for a while. She wanted to become an inanimate object that would be useful or ignored.
The Chronivac at her fingertips could do that for her. Transform her body from flesh to whatever was immobile. She only needed to decide what she wanted to become. After deliberating for some time, she wanted to become a jockstrap. While she hated the eyes and dirty minds of the men and boys who stared at her like some meat, she still liked the male anatomy, specifically the penis and balls. By becoming a jock strap she would be out of the minds of jealous,envious women, while being able to be super intimate with the men’s best buddies below the waist.
With eyes full of excitement and a smile for the first time in a while on her face, Elizabeth inputted the options to turn herself into a jockstrap.
A final button pushed, and Elizabeth’s world faded. A strange feeling took over every nerve in her body as she felt hot, cold, compressed, stretched, and then finally normal. With her mind still racked from the transformation experience, she first only focused on her body’s feelings.Trying to move yielded no results, yet overall her body still sort of felt like she still had a human body except she couldn’t move. Her non existent head now not spinning, she found it surprising to see that her vision was a constant 360 degree field. She was on a chair in a room she didn’t know, but it looked to be a girl’s room?
A fiery thrill ran through her inanimate body. It was sort of expected for her to be in a stranger’s room due to her reality altering setting on the Chronivac earlier, but a girl’s room? A jockstrap would most likely be in a boy’s room than a girl. Perhaps Elizabeth was now this girl’s boyfriend’s jockstrap and they were both fooling around with each other in another room. She had to wait to find out, but the wait was so mind energizing. As scenarios played through her imagination, Elizabeth focused on the sound of running water. Sunlight was streaming through a window to the room, so someone was most likely taking a shower due to the constant rain-like pitter patter.
Time passed and the shower sounds stopped. A blow dryer loudly blew before the light steps of walking headed towards the girl’s bedroom where Elizabeth sat on the chair. Entering the room was a blonde haired teenage girl wrapped in a long towel. She was brushing her long hair straight as she went over to the closet mirror, picking up Elizabeth along the way.
With the mirror now in sight Elizabeth could now see herself. She had indeed become a rather large jockstrap with a dark blue pouch and gray straps. Finished with admiring herself Elizabeth turned her attention to the girl who held her. The blonde was rather curvy in the sexy way as her breasts, hips, and butt pushed out against the towel that covered her nude form in a way that created soft hills. Hills that people would want to lay on to sleep the afternoon away. Still leagues smaller than Elizabeth’s own lewdly large assets in her human form, but appropriately large to be in the very sexy category.
Focusing on the sexy blonde’s face, Elizabeth saw that she had sexy features complementing her sexy body. The blonde had naturally full pink lips turned into a self confident smirk. Her sky blue eyes narcissistically stared lovingly into the closet door mirror. Wait a minute, Elizabeth knew this girl, this bitch! She was Olivia Goldbloom, daughter of Mr. Goldbloom, owner of rare earth mining and oil company OG Energies. She was one of Elizabeth’s bullies at school! What was she doing with a jockstrap? Hopefully Elizabeth didn’t belong to her, as she couldn’t stand the girl. The residual hate burned inside Elizabeth. Elizabeth hoped that Olivia’s boyfriend would come and take her away or even Olivia’s brother, not that she knew if Olivia even had one or the other.
Bringggg!!! A phone rang out.
Olivia put down her hair brush and picked up her phone with an annoyed look on her face, “Dad?”
She held the phone up to her ear while listening.
“Hey Daddy what’s up?”
Her eyes widen from lazy disattention to confusion.
“Duties as a first born only child?”
Her face scrunched up in outrage.
“No, no way am I getting a cock! That’s, like, going to ruin my social life, not to mention I like having a vagina! I don’t care if it’s family tradition for the first born to sire an heir, it's the modern century and there’s a thing called individual rights.”
There was a deep gruff voice that sounded loud causing Olivia to keep the phone away from her ears for a bit.
“Alright, fine! SO be it! What’s going to happen then?
Olivia looked quizzically at the jockstrap in her hand.
“Let me get this straight, you’re funding this TransDem Labs and as a favor to you they’re giving me a penis. You also said that they could reality shift to make it like I always had balls, but you're not going to do that option. Why not?”
Olivia laid back onto her soft bed.
“Testing? They’re testing the reality shifting function? Okay, fine. Whatever it’s safer, I’m not dumb Daddy. Like you, I don’t want reality to collapse on itself, or having our family end up poor, or having monster people roaming willy nilly.”
Elizabeth watched Olivia listen, deeply interested now more than ever. Had the reality change function made OG Enegries a funder of Transdem Labs or had they always been funded by the Goldblooms? Whatever the case, it now made sense why they had sent a Chronivac to Elizabeth with only a survey. She wanted drastic changes for herself and they wanted a tester.
“Now? Like right now? I need to prepare, bye Daddy," Olivia ended the call and shut her eyes in tiredness of a teen who bent to the will of their parents.
Okay, Elizabeth was sure that she was a gift from Olivia’s father. Elizabeth was a jockstrap designed to protect and hide Olivia’s eventual new junk. She was kinda happy about this and not happy about this. On the brightside, Elizabeth got to see Olivia humbled and forced into a strange embarrassing position for a socialite teenager, but she was going to be Olivia’s jockstrap. Fucking Olivia’s! Thank you past self for setting the time limit for only a week as this piece of clothing. One week to see how things would go and if she would enjoy herself. A gasp brought Elizabeth’s attention to Olivia.
The rich girl in question was gripping her bed sheets with fearful awe. From her crotch a large bugle snaked its way down to the towel’s end. Then it engorged with blood and strength rising towards the heavens, ripping the towel free to leave Olivia in the nude. Like an obelisk as reverence to ancient gods, Olivia’s monster was a rod to be reckoned with, inspiring slack jawed astonishment and wonder to all who laid eyes upon it.
Olivia’s eyes were wide with utter surprise, staring at her new dark throbbing mass. It was many times darker than her peach colored skin with artistic flowing veins like an otherworldly appendage made for worship. There Olivia’s new cock stood and throbbed, waiting energetically for action. Then unceremoniously, Olivia came. Her cock bleched out thick streams of the good stuff, spraying into the air in waves like a party string from a can. Her pretty snobbish face was now the shocked look of disappointment, a face every teenager would know, disappointment in herself.
Elizabeth laughed out loud as much as a jockstrap could, practically laughing her non existent ass off. Her bully, Olivia fucking Goldbloom, was a quickshot! She wasn’t even a two pump chump, she coomed just from getting hard! Elizabeth could see Olivia’s prideful face broken into a pitiful pout as her mammotic cock disgorge her big balls’ contents wastefully onto the floor.
Tears formed in the blonde’s eyes as red spread across her face, “This is so unfair. It’s not like me to orgasm this easily. It’s just that it's my first time having a hard on. Plus I’m a girl so liking cock got me horny, and since it’s my cock it's natural to come.”
Amusing, simply amusing. Olivia was consoling herself, trying to save her pride even though no one was in the room with her, except for Elizabeth. Naturally she says, it didn’t change the fact that she cummed just from looking at her stupid big penis, overstimulated from the sight and feeling alone. Olivia must have felt like a dumb cock hungry slut from how easily she came.
Throughout the week Elizabeth enjoyed the blissful feeling of restraining Olivia’s glass cannon of a cock. The blonde rich girl Olivia would cum anytime she got fully hard, but with Elizabeth the jockstrap doing her job of preventing a full erection Olivia made it through public life relatively unscathed. At school and girl hangouts afterwards Olivia was always dripping precum, her balls churning with unspent seed. Her half chub raring against Elizabeth’s aloft yet firm resistance, wanting to blow her load.
At home after a long day of rich girl socializing, Olivia would tear her jockstrap off and cum uncontrollably, like the horny bitch she was. Olivia’s face would turn into a dumb expression as her eyes would roll back into her head and her tongue and would stick out, drooling. It never got old for Elizabeth to watch her bully debase herself this badly.
Elizabeth was once again sneering at Olivia cooking her brains out when she found herself back in her room with the Chronivac in front of her. It was like a movie cut, no transition or anything, just one scene to the next. It left Elizabeth a bit confused for a moment before she realized she could move and breathe. She was human again.
“Wow, that was amazing!” Elizabeth enjoyed the use of her vocal cords again. She danced in place feeling the blood and energy flow in her fleshy form. She even found the jiggling of her big boobs and big butt to feel good, even when she abhorred them before the whole jockstrap transformation. Reflecting on her time as a jockstrap, she found it a peaceful yet fulfilling experience, but now with human form she found that being a human felt nice as well. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t interacted with other disgusting evil people for a long while, and the break as an object did great things on her mind.
Olivia’s cock, Elizabeth’s week-long companion, danced in her human brain. She thought of its lewdly big mass and dumb throbbing pulsations. She kinda missed its constant warmth and pitiful throbbings. Drool dripped down the sides of her mouth unconsciously as her fleshy body reacted to her lewd thoughts.