The next morning, Vin had two tests and an essay on his mind. He didn’t pay close attention to his now-white
jockstrap, or else he would have noticed that the writing had been completely washed off. As usual, he let
Ryan take over during gym—they were playing softball, and Ryan was a natural at that too. With his sleeves
rolled up, Vin marveled at how his once-skinny arms now flexed with such power and definition as they coiled
back and slammed the ball with the bat. While he was still far from the musclehead Ryan was, he was undeniably
a prime athlete. Not did Ryan force brutal, to-the-limit conditioning on Vin’s body, but the jockstrap
showered masculine energy onto the balls that they cradled, which manifested as extra testosterone pumped
throughout Vin’s veins. And every time Ryan’s aggressive jock mind took over Vin’s brain, it permanently
enlarged the pituitary gland to be more like an ectomorph’s. Vin didn’t realize it, but he was going through
the biggest growth spurt of his life, both in height and the width of his shoulders.
After a full day of classes, Vin headed to the locker room with his gym bag. He stripped down to just the
jockstrap, then put on his speedo and water polo cap. He let Ryan take over, for what would be the final time.
As Ryan propelled Vin’s finely-honed swimmer’s build through the water, he turned his attention to the brain.
At times like these, Vin left his own mind completely open to Ryan’s access. Within Vincent’s stores of
knowledge, Ryan could see a mass of complex golden chains and spirals. These were the magic formulae that
burned themselves into Vincent’s memory when he accessed the secrets of his grandmother’s medallion. Ryan
finally understood how he was turned into Vincent’s jockstrap, and found it was possible to reverse the
process. But though Vinnie had given over control of his body to Ryan, it was impossible for Ryan to use these
memories without cooperation from Vinnie’s mind. He had to do something about that.
After laps, Coach had the team do a scrimmage. Vin was center. Someone on his side passed the ball and he saw
an opponent reach for it. Ryan reached for it too, but while deliberately flinging Vin’s head on a collision
course with the other player's elbow.
Ryan and Vin’s shared body sank into the pool. This jolted Vin’s mind into consciousness, but he could do
nothing but panic. Vin was completely vulnerable, and now was Ryan’s chance. Ryan pushed himself from his
jockstrap into the nerves of Vin’s cock and balls. From there he stimulated Vin’s groin with a flood of his
own virile ferocity, pent up from three weeks of not being able to get himself off. His attack overcame Vin’s
mind with fire and pleasure. Vin crumpled to the jockstrap’s fucking and gave himself over completely to Ryan.
Vin was completely oblivious even to the teammates who were pulling his helpless body to the side of the pool.
No one noticed the boner on Vin’s otherwise limp body, even as it shot a load into the water.
Ryan now had control of the entirety of Vin’s mind and body. It was sweet revenge on the bastard who had taken
away his body and controlled his mind with a branding of permanent marker. But Ryan didn’t plan on keeping
Vin’s mind and body enslaved. No, he planned on taking a part of Ryan’s mind for himself. He scooped up the
magic formulae from Vin’s memory, along with all of Vin’s book smarts. He took Vin’s recollection of the past
3 weeks as well. He pushed all this into the cap on Vin’s head, which was now laid upon the deck. Vin was
still out from the afterglow of his orgasm.
Ryan suddenly sat up Vin’s body, while all Vin’s teammates were looking worriedly at him. Without a word, he
got up and sped to the locker room. He pulled off the water polo cap and shoved it down Vin's speedo. Ryan now
felt all of Vin’s book smarts and magic as a part of himself, as the cap's silky material and hard plastic ear
covers transmitted it to his white cloth body. He accessed just the right spell and said “Ryan, you're now
unstrapped”.