Jake's yearbook photo was scanned in, and the screen read "INSUFFICIENT INFORMATION." There was also a help
note: "Would you like a remote app to scan subject Jake?"
Dean grinned and clicked yes. He knew that Jake had one of those Android phones from T-Mobile. After Dean
downloaded the app to his phone, he phoned Jake.
"Whatcha want?" Jake answered. He had no idea, Dean was uploading the app to his phone.
"I need to talk to you about Russell Tanner," Dean said.
"What's jock boy want with me? I doubt he wants me to shove my cock into his mouth or ass, unless he's a real
closet case. By the way, where were you today, Dean? I usually can count on you for an after lunch bj."
"Sorry, I was hampered from coming to school," Dean said with a snicker.
"Okay, so what's Tackle Dummy want with me?"
"He wants you to help him have as much sex as you do," Dean said.
"Ah, he wants to score off the field does he? AC or DC?"
"Uh, he said to score like you do, Jake."
"AC/DC it is then. My kind of guy. Well, that improves his odds of getting laid. Since he's on the football
team, he should be getting tail all the time. I'm guessing it's a confidence thing. I'll give him a pep talk
if you like after the game."
"That'd be great, Jake."
Dean grinned the the app had downloaded and synced with the Chronivac, Jake's vitals appeared on the screen.
He had been scanned and cataloged and was ready to begin his reprogramming. He was going to be the ultimate
wingman.
"So boxers or briefs?" Dean asked as he prepared to design Russell's new snakeskin underwear.
"Huh?"
"Which should he wear?"
"Boxer briefs," Jake replied his intonation implied that there was no other option.
"Okay, boxer briefs it is," Dean typed.
"Oh, with a cock ring. You gotta lift the genitalia away from the body. It really enhances the bulge, and
makes people stare. As soon as a guy or girl locks eyes on the bulge, you know you can have them."
"Built in cock ring," Dean muttered, as he typed, "Which also excrete a powerful aphrodisiac pheromone which
arouses both male and females."
"Huh?"
"You really like being around Russell Beauregard Tanner," Dean said and typed.
"His middle name is Beauregard?" snickered Jake, then suddenly he said in contented voice, "I do like being
around Russell."
"You need to go into the locker room about 5 minutes before the end of the game. You need to strip out of your
clothing and stash them under Russell's shoes in his locker. Then you have to shower, and when Russell
enters, you'll be Russell's lucky snake skin boxer briefs hanging in his locker. When Jeff changes back, he
can wear your clothes home."
"What are you tal- uh, yes, I'm going to be owned by Russell Beauregard Tanner. I'm going to be his lucky
undies, and I'll increase his sex drive a hundred fold. He'll be a regular sex machine. He'll have to fuck
everybody, and they'll let him," Jake said confidently.
Five hours later, Jake was under the bleachers getting a blow job from the assistant coach, and grinning with
the knowledge that Russell's nine inch cock would soon be penetrating that same coach's ass. Jeff heard
gurgling sounds as he passed the bleachers and entered the football team's locker room, but he didn't
investigate. Jeff was so excited. He had run over wearing only an old pair of grey flannel shorts and some old
sneakers. He figured he could retrieve them from the lost and found after Russell had finished needing him as
his jockstrap. He shucked the shorts and shoes and tossed them into the wet towel bin. Then he climbed into
Russell's locker and squatted down naked behind Russell's uniform. At precisely six hours after Russell had
left Jeff's house, he pressed his remote, and Jeff returned to his form as Russell's new lucky jockstrap.
This had to be the best game Russell ever played. He was totally on defense this game. The other team never
scored a single touchdown. Russell even managed four interceptions, and one touchdown himself. The other team
managed one field goal, and lost by 36 points. The players came in euphoric with Russell hoisted up on their
shoulders. He stripped out of his gear and paused before putting it in his locker. There were a pair of shiny
snake skin boxer briefs hanging in his locker. He grinned, it had to be Jake. He was going to get some tail
tonight.
He showered with his team mates, toweled off, and then slipped into his silky new spandex boxer briefs. Jake
caressed Russell's damp skin. Jake's mind seemed to mesh with Russell's and he guided the novice Russell's
hands in how to secure the cock ring. The effects were amazing. Russell's sex drive kicked into overdrive. His
balls swelled up like baseballs and he began to sweat intoxicating pheromones. He suddenly saw his team mates
as something else besides buds and team mates, they were holes that needed filling. His balls continued to
swell, he started to sweat. He needed relief right away.
Mike Farrow was the nearest player to Russell when the pheromones power kicked in. Mike gasped. He was a
straight arrow sort of guy, but now he couldn't take his eyes off Russell's bulge. He walked up to Russell and
whispered, "Say, Russ, uh, what say we take in a sauna before we finish dressing."
Russell's locker was at the far end of the locker room from the sauna, showers and steam room. Russell simply
nodded and started walking toward the sauna. Like the pied piper of Hamlin town all the guys stopped dressing
or undressing or whatever they were doing and followed Russell. All their mouths and asses were watering in
anticipation of becoming notches on Russell's bedpost.
The sauna was a regular orgy. Russell was so rapt in sexual ecstasy that he didn't care that the holes he was
filling with his seemingly endless supply of cum. The pheromones that Jake was generating remapped the neural
pathways of all the players. They accepted this gay sex fest as not only normal, natural camaraderie among
men, but that there was nothing gay at all about it. They filed out of the sauna with their butts clenched
tight to keep Russell's gift inside them as long as possible. They each felt special and happy with Russell's
warm goodness inside their bowels. They dressed and went to join the girlfriends and families, just like
always.
Jake strutted out of the sauna as an exhausted Russell slept. He frowned as he looked at his clothes and at
Russell's clothes. His clothing was way too small for Russell's body, and Russell's clothing was too thrift
store. He bit Russell's tongue lightly between his teeth. He liked this body, and he was hornier than ever.
He knew he could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted a big fish tonight. He fished his motorcycle keys and
wallet out of his clothes, and used the remote in Russell's jeans to change Jeff back from being a jockstrap.
He sniffed Russell's ripe jeans and grinned. Jeff took a deep breath, and found his devotion to Russell
become more extreme. He licked his lips and looked down at the massive bulge in the snake skin boxer briefs.
"On your knees," were the words Jeff heard coming from Russell's lips, while it was Russell's voice, it didn't
sound like Russell.
Jeff shrugged and obeyed blindly. Five huge loads later, Jeff burped as his stomach felt bloated. Russell's
body was dressed in Russell's clothing, and was out the door. Minutes later, Jake maneuvered Russell's body on
Jake's motorcycle. The center of gravity was higher, so he had to adjust his driving style. He could already
feel his balls churning up many more loads. He sped down the highway toward his goal. His biggest sexual
conquest to date...