Cam was sweating in the glass chamber as it filled with oily steam. A heavy yellow liquid collected at his
feet. It was up to his ankles, when it started to drain through attached tubing. He watched as the yellow
liquid flowed through glass tubing and dripped into jars of clear liquid. Several drops of Cam's essence were
all that was needed to cause the clear liquid to transform into an opaque buttery substance. Cam could see an
Asian kid screwing lids on the jars and placing new jars of clear liquid under the yellow drip.
The chamber smelled of Eucalyptus and Lotus and Cam was dizzy. He didn't know how much time had elapsed. He
was back in his clothes, but they no longer fit him properly. It was like he had lost 20-30 lbs. He was
disoriented, and he seemed shorter than before. He slumped in a chair in the corner of the ointment shop.
He looked around at his half naked team mates. They were stripped down to their boxers, briefs, boxer briefs,
jockstraps and even one guy was wearing a thong. They each held a familiar looking jar of creamy yellow goop
which they were slathering on each other.
Cam stared at his team mates they seemed to be changing. He could still recognize who they had been, but the
shorter ones were taller, the stout ones were leaner. The guys with darker hair were getting lighter, the
guys with hair lighter than his were getting darker. The two black team mates with his group looked more
mulatto than black now. Same with the lone Asian on the team, Jack Mitsubishi the kicker now had green eyes,
and he looked more like Taylor Lautner or Dean Cain. They all were starting to look like Cam. His teammates
literally seemed to be becoming his brothers or cousins. It didn't make sense. He opened his mouth, and felt
so weak. He closed his mouth.
The teammates redressed themselves, paid and thanked Mr. Woo, and left carrying boxes of "Tiger Balm" for the
rest of the team. Cameron watched as they left the store.
The Asian kid appeared and helped him to stand. Lin-lin whispered, "You better go, sir. You need to stay with
your friends." He led Cam by the elbow out the door and as he shoved him after his teammates, Lin-lin added,
"Read the note as soon as you can."
"Note?" mumbled Cam. He looked in his hands and checked his pockets. Then he felt the sharp corner of paper
jab the soft spot under his scrotum. He needed to get back to the hotel, so he could get the note out of his
underwear.
Somehow or other he managed to stay with his teammates. They no longer seemed enthralled with him, they were
enthralled with each other. As they entered the hotel lobby, Cam saw his reflection and theirs in the
mirrored lobby wall. He looked like his sickly kid brother - if he had had one, and his teammates looked more
like he used to look than he looked now. Their clothing fit them wrong like his did, but it was because they
were taller, leaner or more muscled. His clothing fit him wrong because he was smaller, lighter, less muscled
and emaciated. He looked like he had been deathly ill for weeks. His crotch felt strangely hard and heavy.
"Hey, Cam, we're going back out on the town," Cory said as Cam sat on his hotel bed resting his head between
his legs, "Ya wanna join us?"
"Huh? Oh, uh. No. I'm not feeling well, must have gotten some bad sushi," he said weakly.
"Yuck. Well, get rested up then, we need you for the big game tomorrow," Cory said, but strangely he no longer
felt that was true. Thanks to the Tiger Balm, he felt as invigorated and capable as Cam had ever been. He
closed the door behind him, and put Cam out of his mind.
Alone at last, Cam undid his belt. He blinked, someone had punched a new hole in the belt so that it would
hold up his pants with his considerably narrower waist. He noticed that the cuffs on his pants had been rolled
up about two inches on each leg. He stared down at the yellowed briefs he was wearing. He didn't own any
briefs. He had been wearing blue cotton boxer shorts when he had left the hotel earlier. He could see the
outline of a folded piece of paper and what resembled some sort of athletic cup through the fabric. He
realized that the note would have fallen out of his boxers, but he didn't understand why they just didn't hand
him the note or put it in his pants pocket. He reached inside the briefs to get the note and his hand hit cold
steel.
"IMPORTANT READ THIS IF YOU EVER WANT TO BE MORE THAN A SHADOW OF YOUR FORMER SELF," was written on the
outside of the folded paper. The author certainly had Cam's attention. He hurriedly unfolded the paper and
read.
"Your essence has been extracted, and is now transforming your teammates. Do not use any of the Tiger Balm
containing your extracted essence as it will just make you sweat out the little remaining essence you still
have. If you ejaculate anytime in the next two weeks, you could similarly lose vital essence, and never
recover. That's why the chastity device is locked on your cock. You can still piss, but you cannot get hard. I
know you probably need to remove it when you play football, so your teammate Cory has the key. Do not leave it
off, even a wet dream could prove tragic for you."
Cam stared at the paper re-reading the paragraph twice more before continuing.
"If you do nothing, your essence should stabilize at its current level and you can remove the chastity device.
But if you wish to regain your former essence, you will have to do something that you will probably find
distasteful. In more ways than one. :P"
Cam pursed his lips and continued to read. "Your essence when absorbed by your teammates will migrate to their
testes. The only way you can regain your lost essence will be by swallowing your teammates cum. They have
enough Tiger Balm to last 2 weeks, and by the end of two weeks, their bodies' essences will stabilize in their
new enhanced forms. However, your essence will stay in their bodies for at least six months. So you will need
to suck their cocks for at least two months, perhaps six or more to regain all your lost essence."
"Under no circumstance should you ever return to Mr. Woo's ointment shop. If you had come in alone tonight,
he would have distilled all your essence out of you until their was nothing left but a husk of your former
self. He still could fill several cases with the small essence you have left."
"Cam, you at least have the chance to regain your former essence. No matter how you feel about it, you must
suck ALL of your teammates' cocks, if you ever want to be restored completely."
It was signed, "A Friend."
Cam reread the note in disbelief, and then crumpled the paper in anger. He lay down on his bed. He was too
weak. He fell asleep.