As he looked behind the chalkboard, Chad saw a jockstrap in a chalk
circle. It looked just like the one he was wearin- wait, his cock and
balls hung freely inside his gym shorts. He pulled back the elastic.
His jockstrap was gone.
On the chalkboard's back side he saw Karen had written "WEAR ONLY
JOCKSTRAP, C.U.P."
"C.U.P.? But nobody knows my middle initial is U?"
He looks around. Confirmed that he is alone, Chad steps out of his
gear and naked steps inside the circle and pulls up the jockstrap. It
seems a lot bigger, and looser than before. It's disorienting, it's
increased in weight to fifty pounds, and Chad awkwardly holds it up to
his face.
He's shrunk.
The sound of thunderous clapping echoes in the concrete field house.
"Bravo, I knew you'd go for it, Chad Uther Pendragon. Lucky for me you
refused my invitation to join the soccer team. When I found out that
the new league rules required all players to wear cups in their
athletic supporters I was mortified. I couldn't just go with any old
plastic cup. I needed something special. I needed you, Chad or
should I say, C.U.P."
Chad couldn't move or speak. He just stood there changing into a
plastic ventilated athletic cup. To his horror, Matt MacElroy picked
him and the jockstrap up, and inserted the cup inside the jockstrap
and then put him on. Chad was mortified, and Matt was in his glory.