The stewardess gave Alain another odd luck, and Alain decided he wasn't going to be able to jack off inside Ryan in the cabin again. So he adjusted himself, and with a carefully positioned rolled up magazine strategically placed in front of his crotch, Alain headed for the plane's restroom. He had to wait a couple minutes until a big old fat Texan exited the loo. He winced at the pungent aroma lingering in the Texan's wake, and he closed the door. Ryan was pleased for once that he didn't have a nose to take in the offensive odor. He could feel Alain's nausetic response. He felt something else then.
RYAN STANDISH BE A MAN AGAIN, order Vinnie's mind. Ryan could hear Vinnie's mind shouting, and to his surprise he could hear two faint voices echoing Vinnie's chant. Horst and Carter were trying to help. Ryan could feel Alain's body bucking with him, as Alain's hand massaged his exposed pouch. The pouch began to swell incredibly. Alain opened his eyes, his fingers were running through somebody's hair. Alain explosed inside his transforming jockstrap. He felt suddenly weak. Weaker than usual after blowing his load.
Ryan gasped and spit as he pulled away from Alain's crotch. He stared up at the startled Frenchman. Cum trickled from his open mouth down his chin. Alain suddenly went pale all over. Then tiny striations appeared on his face and abdomen. As Ryan grew, Alain started to shrink.
"Turnabout if fair play, Jacques," laughed Ryan as his legs and arms came free and he fell naked on his ass, "Though I think your clothes will be a bit tight on me, I bet you'll be a perfect fit."
"Wha-" gasped Alain as his body quivered, and his face became the pouch of Ryan's new jockstrap.
Someone pounded on the bathroom door.
"Sorry, just a bit airsick. I'll be out in a minute," Ryan answered coughing, as he stepped into his new French Jacques.
My name's Alain not Jacques screamed Alain's terrified mind, and I will not be an oafish American's jockstrap.
"Funny, you were content enough to wear an oafish American jockstrap," whispered Ryan, and he added mentally, that's right I can think at you without speaking. Dude, it really sucked being a jockstrap. First, Vinnie then Horst and you. I can sympathize, and if you hadn't worn me, I might even be merciful, but you wore me, and I'm a bully and I know it.
Fuck, thought Alain.
Oh, I'll fuck you alright, Ryan thought back.
Wait, you don't speak French, how did you understand what I said -thought in French.
Guess thoughts are automatically translated - no language barriers, another interesting side effect of the human jockstrap condition. Hmm, maybe I can learn French from you. Oof, your clothes are tight, but man do I look good in tight clothes.
Thud, thud. "Are you done yet?"
Ryan wiped the cum from his face, and flushed the toilet.
"Sorry, I guess I got some bad burgers," he said exiting the john.
Ryan checked Alain's boarding pass, and sat in the exchange student's seat. A few minutes later the stewardess came by with the inflight meal. She stared at Ryan, and at her manifest on the food trolley.
"You're not the same fellow who was here earlier," she said.
"Oh, I've been in this seat the whole flight, except when I was in the bathroom," Ryan said truthfully.
"I thought you were French," she said suspiciously.
"Moi? Merci, Mademoiselle," Ryan answered in a French accent, "I am an exchange student. Thank you for the compliment."
"You seem different," she pressed. He seemed like a totally different person, but she saw thousands of different people each year. Maybe she was losing it.
"Well, I confess, I was pretty sick earlier - I ate some bad burgers at this dive near the airport. Remember I had a blanket over me - I had the chills. But after I used the bathroom, well I feel much better now."
"Oh, that must be it. Did you want beef or chicken?"
"Chicken, I think I'll avoid beef for a while," Ryan said.
Alain groaned inwardly, I can't believe she's buying this.
"Say is there an airphone on this jet?" Ryan asked.
"Yes, but you need a credit card and the fee is $28 to the US," the stewardess said.
Ten minutes later Horst's cell phone was ringing.