Vinnie was of course the last one off the field after they ran laps
even with Ryan spurring him on. It's hard to run with a massive boner,
and Vinnie hoped it would go down by the time he got to the showers.
He entered the locker room and he heard a voice from up ahead and
around the corner.
"Hey, Vinnie, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Fisty!" said Horst.
KA-POW!
Vinnie saw Horst's clenched fist hurtling toward him and then his
lights went out.
"Okay, now what?" asked Carter nervously.
"You take the feet, and I'll take the shoulders and we'll put him one
of the training rooms on a massage table. Then we'll see if we can
turn Ryan back. I'd kind of hoped it would happen spontaneously when
he got knocked out, but didn't happen."
"Maybe if we take him off Vinnie, he'll change back," Carter said.
"Okay. Hurry up before someone sees."
"If that doesn't work, what else can we do?"
"Well, it's a magic right? So how did the frog prince change back and
how did they wake Snow White?"
"You mean we gotta kiss him?"
"Or something like that. My granny always said that kissing in fairy
tales was euphemistic for sex."
"You mean we gotta have sex with Vinnie?"
"Naw, just jack him off into Ryan, and maybe add a few loads ourselves
to be sure. I bet that'll change him back."
They heft Vinnie up on to the trainer's massage/exam table. Off comes
Vinnie's shirt, shorts, socks and shoes.
"Okay, you want to touch it?"
"You take the right side, and I'll take the left side and we'll pull
Ryan off smoothly, if he doesn't change back in a couple of minutes,
we put him back on Vinnie and jack the nerd off."
"Okay, start sliding...."