You groan as Kevin Master begins to stretch you as he does his warm up
exercises. You wonder if there's anyway to get out of here. What did
that counter spell say. It didn't make sense. It was washing
instructions or something. Let's see oh, yeah, "Spell wear off 24
hour after strap removed and washed."
Aargh! What did Kevin say about never washing or taking you off!
He's running now and his junk is bouncing and oozing stinky sweat
inside you. You used to watch Kevin while he worked out on the field.
He'd be out there 2-3 hours at a time. It's kind of exciting and
boring at the same time. It's exciting because you're sort of living
vicariously through the athlete that you are now supporting. No one's
ever done anything like this. Sure it's kind of gross being filled
with another's guy's junk, but it's not just some guy's manhood - it's
Kevin Master's junk. You think of all the other athletes that you
could be wrapped around. You feel sick, why should you be thinking
like this? Well, you do admire Kevin, and he - hey didn't that
pamphlet say something about swapping jox. Maybe you can become
Kevin, what did that cockamamie thing say now.
To change to jock, knock out take control.
It didn't make sense. How could you an athletic supporter knock out
an athlete - any athlete -anyone for that matter. It didn't make
sense.
Suddenly, it's daylight again. Kevin's stripping out of his clothes.
You feel so dirty, you're looking forward to the shower. Except he
walks passed the shower room and goes into the sauna. It's hot, and
you're soon drenched with Kevin's sweat. He stands you feel his hot
sweat slick body against you, and as he steps down from the bench you
get an idea. You try to stretch your waistband, and it slides down
from his waist catching around his ankles. His head hits the bench on
the opposite side, and suddenly you're standing naked over Kevin.
Except you're bigger than you used to be, and Kevin seems to be pale
all over. You hope you didn't kill him. You glance down at your cock
and notice your pubic hair has changed and that you're now
circumcised. Wow, it does look bigger. Wait a second, it is bigger.
Huh, Kevin's shrinking? Swap jox! That's it! You hit your forehead
with your palm. Then you step into the anthropomorphic jockstrap that
Kevin had become. As you wear him, he shifts and continues to reshape
into a twin of the jockstrap that you had been.
"Fuck, yeah a perfect fit, and since there can't be two Kevin Masters,
I guess I can't ever take you off or you might change back," you say
patting your swelling bulge. "It's good to be Kevin Masters."