Charlie just shook his head and followed the guide as Keishawn tossed
Jones up in the air and caught him again. Emery adjusted his crotch
again, as he joined the queue into the next room on the tour. His
ultimate jock fit great - a bit too great- which was why it needed
adjusting. Tony the receiver moved in behind Emery and put his hand on
Emery's shoulder. Tony leaned in just as they passed through the big
white padded double doors and whispered, "You need any help with
pumping loads of cum into your QB jock, jes let me know. I owe him."
"Uh, sure thing, Tony," stammered Emery.
"This gentlemen is the ultimate locker room," the guide said pointing
out the oversize white enamel lockers. He opened one in front of
Tony, and robotic arms swung out and quickly undressed him. "The
automatic lockers are designed to gently and efficiently strip and
dress our players. It's a bit experimental still," he grunted as he
pulled a stiff lever and pushed a button. "Sorry, Tony, there seems
to be a jam in the gear up switch. While my men work on it, I'll show
you the super shower that we're developing." The little referee
outfitted men gathered around the controls at the end of the bank of
lockers.
The guide pointed to a room filled with clear cylinders arrayed on a
tile floor. He tapped the nearest one, and said "This baby has 1700
settings including the top setting of Liquify. But I'm afraid it's not
yet ready for use by the public."
"Where's the shower head?" asked Charlie.
"Oh, the entire shower is the shower head. Millions of tiny adjustable
holes cover the entire interior of the shower. That's why its a self
closing cylinder. The showerer is enveloped in a stream of swirling
water. A minihurricane if you would."
"Well as long as I'm naked, I might as well shower," said Tony leaping
passed the guide and into the cylinder. The wall swung shut behind him
sealing him in the glass tube. "Oh, cool a digital control panel.
Might as well try Liquify."
"No, wait, don't," protested the guide softly.
The machine whirred loudly, and Tony vanished in a swirl of white
water. Thirty seconds later the shower stopped and drained. It was
empty.
"Where's Tony?" asked Emery.
"Oh, he's liquified. As I said this shower isn't ready for the
public." He motioned to a referee, who ran over with a big metal
bucket. He turned a valve on the side of the shower and a shimmering
liquid poured out. "You see liquified. He's lucky he did it this
week, I just added this filtration system. All the guys who used it
prior got washed down the sewer. He should be ready for solidifying
in an hour or so. Here, Emery, you can carry Tony." He handed Emery
the five gallon bucket. The liquid in the bucket bubbled.
"He farted!" laughed Conner.
"No, that's bubbles from the liquification. It takes an hour or so for
them all to work their way out. He needs to be bubble free to
resolidify. Now let's look at our state of the art full body
blowdryers."
Emery hefted the heavy bucket carefully as Tony sloshed inside. Ten
minutes later they were "outside" under an artificial sun on
astroturf. Everyone was sweating. Emery more so since he was carrying
around a five gallon bucket. He stopped by the bench and rested the
bucket on it. There was a cooler tank with paper cups, but the tank
was empty. Emery was so thirty.