Ryan couldn't believe Carter's brother had seen him change, and was now putting him on. He snapped Ryan into
place, and pulled up his motorcycle leather jeans. He had just buckled his belt when Carter opened the shed
door.
"Steve?"
"Hey, bro, how's it hanging?" Steve asked as he adjusted his crotch.
"What are you doing in here?" Carter demanded.
"Carter, my motorcycle broke down on the way home. So I walked the last five miles home. I came in through
the alley and thought I'd check the shed to see if my tools were in here. But no luck. They must be in the
garage or basement. I'll check the garage next, unless you know where my motorcycle tools are?"
"I thought you took them back to college," Carter said, "But if you didn't take 'em, they should be in the
garage where you always keep them."
Vinnie pulled Carter aside as Steve sauntered off to the garage.
"Since when does a guy buckle his belt, when he's looking for tools?"
"Maybe he was jacking off?"
"Maybe he was putting on Ryan!" interjected Horst angrily.
"Did he know about Ryan?" Vinnie asked.
Carter answered softly, "I got a bit drunk after what happened with Ryan and phoned Steve. It's probably why
he came home this weekend."
"Come on let's pants him," Horst said, "If he's wearing Ryan we'll know. If he's not we're just getting back
at him for putting that stuff in our Powerade last month."
Vinnie nodded.
Carter said, "Okay, but I don'- okay."
Steve entered the garage and unzipped his fly, he immediately began massaging his cock through Ryan's mesh
pouch.
"Come on, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, eat my jizz, Ryan, now let's see if feeding you gives you enough power to
change from Vinnie's jockstrap into a black leather jockstrap with shiny metal studs. I got a feeling that
those three are going to want to see if I'm wearing you, and I'd rather they not recognize you. And don't
pretend you can't change, Ryan, I read up on your powers. Did you know that cross referencing a genealogy
website with witch trial records links your great great great grandmother in England to inanimate
transformation magic? For stuff that is now considered fiction, they have preserved very detailed records."
Ryan was drunk on Steve's cum, and didn't need much prodding to oblige. He felt his cotton-spandex mesh blend
thickening into heavier lambskin leather.
"Oh, yeah," sighed Steve as he looked down at the black leather jockstrap showing through the fly.
He undid his belt and stepped out of his leather jeans and hung them up on the wall of the garage. He was
stretching when Carter, Horst and Vinnie entered.
"Whoa! A little privacy please," Steve shouted as he turned and covered himself.
Carter said, "Sorry. Okay, let's go he's not wearing him."
"You sure?" said Horst, "Since when do they make leather jockstraps embossed with Ryan's face on them?"
Steve looked down and rolled his eyes, "Oops."
The three youths tackled Steve en masse.