Jake picks up what he thought was some sort of underwear and holds it between his fingers.
Oh gross it's a used jock strap. From the stains it looks like the guy who had worn it peed in it regularly.
Jake tossed it to the floor and started to go through to other things. But his gaze kept going back to the
jock strap.
When had a pile of clothes he wanted to try on he stripped and the first thing he put on was the jock strap.
He just couldn't resist.
As he stood and looked at himself in the mirror a change happened.
His face became shaggy with a very unruly beard.
His chest jutted out and hung low onto his mounding belly.
Soon the belly was hiding the rather large waist strap on the jock strap.
And Jake's legs thickened up.
His vision blurred and in moments he found himself in a gay men's bathroom sitting in a stoppered tub. His
mouth was strapped to a funnel and there were men using him as a urinal.
The warm yellow liquid was splashing on the lower part of his belly and growing from the men filling his belly
and every so often he could feel himself peeing in his own tub.
When the evening ended Jake got up out of the tub and headed home without so much as a towel drying. The wind
hit that warm liquid and chilled him and dried on his skin before he made it home.
And Jake made it back to the bar for more nights of piss fun.