"Yeah, piggy, squeal all you like. The rest of your varsity team is
spending the summer as pigs as punishment for losing the championship
game. Then they'll be changed back to their former human selves -
well, mostly," chuckled Zeb, "But you, you're a special case," he said
with a robust ominous laugh.
You have no idea what he means. The other pigs are stripped of their
rubber gear completely, only you are still clad in your rubber
jockstrap. You don't know how it could get worse until Coach Zeb
shows up with that pig pheromone aerosol spray. You know exactly what
it does from your 4H experience. It's used to get male pigs in the
mood. But you're all male pigs, and he's spraying it only on your
behind.
After about a week on the pig farm, you're s a mess from being mounted
by all the male pigs - not just your teammates. You're rock hard all
the time, and your crotch itches terribly. Every time you piss you
get diaper rash. You have tried repeatedly and unsuccessfully tried
to remove that rubber jockstrap which reeks, itches, and seems to have
fused to your hide. The blue jockstrap has darkened to black rubber.
Zeb shows up at your pen, and he's carrying a hand air pump like you
use on balls. He jabs you in your cockhead right through the rubber
pouch. You squeal as he starts to pump. It's the weirdest sensation.
You feel your body growing and your limbs sinking into your barrel
like torso. The weirdest part is that while Zeb is inflating you,
everything else around you including Zeb seems to be growing. When
Zeb finally finishes, you are no longer a pig. You are a brown and
white leather football with black rubber air valve where your cock
used to be.
"You hold the record for most touchdowns, even if the team as a whole
lost. So I want you to break your old record, only instead of being
the player with the most touchdowns, you'll be the winning ball! If
you help us get to the championships this year, I may turn you back at
the end of the season. Maybe?" he winks and tosses you spiraling into
the air and he catches you again. Then he throws you to one of the new
Varsity players. Summer practice has begun.
You wonder what happened to or will happen to your pigged out
teammates. You may eventually learn, but for now when you aren't on
the field being tossed, kicked or hugged, you're buried in the burlap
equipment bag.