Stacy had been bitching at me all week. In cumulative GPA, she was just one fraction of a point away from being valedictorian. She really wanted it. Like there was anything a dumb jock like me could do to improve her GPA.
She told me what I had to do, the one kid that was the dweeb who had been my football team's equipment manager. She had reviewed his grades. Stacy noted that based on Coach's quarterly stats, one more absence would mean a whole lower grade, and she knew from what had happened to me last week when I forgot my jockstrap that the Coach didn't play favorites. No jockstrap automatic absence. Three unexcused absences, one lower grade.
I waited by the locker room entrance. I'd gotten there 10 minutes early and suited up. Horst and Carter were there for moral support, or because they wanted to watch my humiliation of our team manager. I swear the kid must be gay, why else would anyone sign on to wash and maintain our filthy gear. Stacy said it was so he could get an athletic letter which counted for colleges regardless of the applicant's athletic ability or lack there of, it was just another point to score for admission.
It was 10 after, I had thought he was going to be absent today, and save me from doing Stacy's bidding. I felt like a wimp for doing whatever she demanded, but she has a great bod. I threw a boner just thinking about her. I turned my back on the gym, and walked back into the locker room. He walked right passed me. The boner subsided, I was going to have to go through with it.
I drew a deep breath, straightened up, and put on my best game face. As I rounded the bank of lockers, I heard the gym door, and glanced to see Horst and Carter were following. I looked at the wimp. I wasn't going to need any help.
It went pretty much like Stacy had planned, until the little twerp had suggested I was gay and had the hots for him. The little f*ker even offered to give me his jockstrap after class. That was too much. I hurled his jock into the air. I figured if I was lucky it might end up on a flourescent light or top of the lockers. I was really lucky, it ended up hooking on the fire sprinkler high above the lights and lockers. Yeah, I was REAL lucky.
The twerp grabbed my arm, and demanded that I replace his jockstrap.
I was unable to resist his grasp. That was wrong, I outweighed him by 50 or 60 pounds. I knew I was stronger, I grabbed his hand with my free hand, but was unable to break his grasp.
I felt really weird. All my strength drained from me. I felt light as a feather. The locker room seemed to shift, to twist to grow. I was looking down at the naked, hairless twerp with his shiny, girly gold locket, and then I was looking up at him, and he was a giant.
We stared at each other. Somehow I knew he'd shrunk me, and made me unable to move. Then he lowered me to the locker room floor, and lifted one foot, and then the other. He pulled me up. I realized in horror as my straps snapped into place, and a soft cock and balls filled me up that I was now the dweeb's jockstrap!