Horst and Carter were huddled at the end of the row as I stripped to
shower. I stared back at them as I slid the jockstrap off and down my
thighs. I watched their jaws drop and felt my cock head bang against
my thigh. It struck too low. I turned and looked down. My eyes grew
wider. It was my cock, but it wasn't. I mean it was growing out of
my pubes, but it was definitely a good three inches longer flaccid,
and a great deal thicker.
"Whoa, Vinnie's got Ryan's cock and balls now!" Carter said with a
whistle.
"Say, Vinnie, mind if I borrow your jockstrap for the rest of the
day?"
"You mean the one up there?" I asked pointing up where Ryan had tossed
it.
"No, I mean the one you wore to gym class. The Ryan Standish model,"
he said with a grin pointing at my locker.
"I thought Ryan was your friend, Horst," I said.
"He is, but if I wear him for an hour or two before you change him
back, and I get a cock like his and yours," Horst replied.
"Hey, I want to wear him too. We can be the Ryan Standish Cock Club
for real men!" Carter said stepping forward.
I laughed, "Okay, Horst, you can wear Ryan, but you can't shower. You
have to wear him the way you are, and the same goes for Carter."
"You mean we have to go around stinky all day?" complained Carter.
"Hey, Ryan's the one being punished, so yeah. I want him stinking of
my sweat, your sweat and Horst's sweat. Now put him on, Horst, or
don't you want to wear Ryan?"
Horst didn't need to be asked twice. He peeled off his shorts and
jockstrap in one movement. Then he grabbed Ryan and pulled him on. He
pulled on the strap to peek in the pouch. He frowned.
"It doesn't look any bigger," he said in disappointment.
"Uh, Horst, a watched pouch never plumps. Put on your street clothes
and let Ryan plump your wiener," I said slamming my locker and heading
to the showers.
Horst was dressed sitting on the bench staring at his crotch. Carter
was standing next to him.
"So when can I wear Ryan?"
"When I'm done with him," Horst answered.
"You two better get to class. You can swap undies next period or the
one after. Just make sure to give him back to me by the end of
school, or he may just stay a jockstrap forever," I warned as I
finished drying and dressing. I couldn't help grinning as I looked
down at how my new bulge filled out my jeans.