Ryan turned and quiet walked back up the trail heading back toward Carter's house. He figured he would
transform himself back into a jockstrap on one of the pickets of Carter's fence, as if he had changed back
last night while climbing over the fence. Still he was getting a bit tired of just hugging a guy's balls,
maybe he'd change into those spandex trunks Carter liked to wear only in Vinnie's size. That would be nice and
tight and he'd have a good grip on his wearer's manhood and ass.
He paused behind the bushes near Carter's house. Someone was in the yard. He peered through the bushes and saw
Carter's half brother Steve. Steve was shirtless, sweaty and dirty with lawn equipment at his feet. He was
talking on his iPhone.
"Sure, Jack, I'd love to come over to race you, but I left my competition suits at college. I didn't think
I'd need them this weekend. Well, maybe? I don't know if my bro has a Speedo, but if he does, I'll borrow it
and be at the muni pool in a half hour."
Bingo, thought Ryan. He slipped around the far side of Carter's house. As he did, he saw Vinnie, Carter and
Horst farther up the street engrossed in conversation. When he had left Carter's house last night, he had
gone out the back way through the laundry room. Carter hadn't seen him leave, only heard him. So he could
turn himself into a Speedo right by the door. He had already decided he would say O/S for his size, but he'd
be Vinnie's size- maybe a tad smaller. He grinned wickedly. He shucked off his shorts and shoes and hid them
in the wood bin by the house. Then he concentrated. He had barely changed when Steve came around the corner.
The 22 year old's shoe caught on Ryan, and he picked up the metallic black and silver Speedo.
"Dang, you must have caught on my foot when I came out the door," Steve said, "Don't know how I missed you."
He shook the grass off the Speedo and inspected it. "Practically new," he apprised, "Bit small, but you'll do
nicely."
Thanks, thought Ryan. Then he thought, now put me on.
Steve was six foot six, with a swimmer's build. His blonde hair was cut really short, and he seemed to have
no body hair. Ryan was sure he shaved it for swimming. Steve dropped trou, and peeled off his sweaty white
briefs. Ryan was surprised to discover that unlike Carter, Steve was circumcised. Ryan was already imagining
how he could adjust his liner to become a sort of artificial foreskin for Steve.
Just as Steve pulled up his pants, Ryan's three school mate's rounded the house.
"Hey, Steve, changing outside?"
"Just borrowing your Speedo. I've got a date to race at the Muni Pool. You in and your buds are welcome to
come and watch me demonstrate how an Olympian does it."
"You're not on the team yet, bro. Hey, were you in my room?"
"Nah, you need to learn to put your clothes in the hamper. I found your Speedo on the step, it must have
gotten tracked out here from the laundry room on somebody's shoes," Steve said. He pulled on his shirt and
headed for his motorcycle.
"Bro, you stink. You should really shower first," Carter said. He and the others immediately realized that
Ryan hadn't made it home last night.
"I'll shower at the muni," Steve said.
"I'm sure I didn't leave my Speedo on the floor. Tell me how you got it again!" Carter pleaded.
"Dude, I didn't go in your bedroom. It was funny I was thinking I needed to borrow your Speedo, and then I
discovered it hooked on my shoe. Now I gotta go."
VROOM.
The motorcycle sped away.
"So Ryan didn't make it home last night," Horst said, "I guess your cum only turned him human for a few
minutes, he must have changed back into - hey, wait he's not a jockstrap any more!"
"No. I read something about this type of spell. Ryan probably was a jockstrap when your brother stepped on
him, but since your brother wanted a Speedo, Ryan became one. The only reason he became my jockstrap was
because I wanted him to be it. Maybe it wasn't even your cum that changed him, Carter. Maybe you wanted Ryan
to be human so much that he became human, but when he got out of range of your mind, he changed back to his
new default - a jockstrap. I wonder if he'll change back into a jockstrap when your brother takes him off?
Or if he will stay a Speedo?"
"Takes him off! Damn, Steve's going to race with Ryan on!"
"Yeah, so?"
"Steve and his buddies always bet their suits. The losers go home commando, and the winner keeps the losers'
Speedos. Steve talks big, and he's a really good swimmer, but he's not the best. He's always losing his suits.
That's why he had to borrow mine," Carter explained in a panic.
"Let's get to the muni," Vinnie said.
Horst had been silent for a while. Finally, he asked Carter, "So when Ryan changed back he had your boner
buried up his ass, right?"
"Uh-huh," Carter replied.
"And it seems he becomes whatever his wearer wants. So you wanted Ryan to ride your boner?" Horst asked.
Carter's jaw dropped. That was exactly what he was imagining when he blew his load into the jockstrap and it
became Ryan, but he couldn't tell anybody that.