Jake was sitting in the lobby looking at his guidebook to the resort,
when he glanced up and recognized Peyton and Eli Manning walking boy.
He watched as the two disappeared down a hallway marked "Spa/Gym", and
decided whatever those two were into was good enough for him. So he
followed in their footsteps. He was a bit nervous as he entered the
locker room marked MEN at the end of the hallway. He didn't have a
gym bag with him, but somehow he didn't think that would be a problem.
He heard raised voices and walked toward the sound of them. It seemed
that Eli and Peyton were going to settle a dispute with a
transformation.
"It's simple, Peyton, a simple bout of nude wrestling. The winner
wears the loser as his jockstrap for the rest of our vacation," Eli
said.
"Dude, this is freaking weird," complained Peyton.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be punished by TF," said Eli.
"Yeah, but I thought I'd age regress you into a diaper wearing
toddler. Still I did agree to let you choose the TF, I guess I could
get used to wearing you, bro," Peyton said.
"In your dreams jockboy, you're destined to be wrapped around my
loins. You're such a closet case, even if you won't admit it."
"What?" roared Peyton.
And the wrestling match was on, Peyton's blind rage quickly became his
disadvantage. As Jake watched Peyton screamed and shrank with his
arms and legs wrapped around his brother, he transformed into a
jockstrap.
Eli snapped his waistband. "See, bro, you get to hang out with your
big bro 24/7. And by big bro, I mean," he said squeezing his swollen
pouch.
Jake stepped out of the shadows and said, "Wow, Mr. Manning, it's
great to meet you and your brother." He looked at Jake's swollen
jockstrap pouch and burst into laughter.
"Hey, now, what you saw here stays here," Eli said shaking his finger
dogmatically.
"No, no offense. I just arrived here, and that was one cool TF. How
exactly does it work?"
"Oh, well, both parties agree and the nature of this place takes care
of the rest. I don't quite understand it myself."
"So if I challenged you to a wrestling match?"
"I don't need two jock straps, but I could use an athletic cup to
stick inside Peyton. He'd really like it knowing that another guy was
inside of him. Haha!"
"Okay, so if I win, I get to wear Peyton, and you become my cup. If I
lose I'm you're cup?"
"Come on, dude, you're not serious?"
"Oh, yeah."