After Chris asked him what he wanted, Jim found himself wanting to do something that would make Chris happy. He had lost the ability to think about what he wanted for himself, and all he wanted was what Chris wanted. Surely this change was caused by Chris's new powers.
"I want you to do whatever is best for you," Jim said in a slightly zombified, and very respectful voice.
"Oh really now?" Chris replied with a sexy smirk as he ran his left hand along his washboard abs as the rest of the team was waiting, awestruck, to see what was about to happen.
"In that case, I'd appreciate it if you'd go find me and my boys here something to eat while we go out and practice before our big game tonight." Chris spoke calmly and confidently while slowly approaching Jim.
Jim could feel Chris's large, intimidating presence growing closer, and he felt the urge to put his head down. He wondered why he was doing it, but it just seemed right. Chris was in control, he needed to show him that, he needed to show him respect. Bowing his head would give Chris more confidence and assure him he was in charge.
"Uh.. Of course Chris, if that would make you happy," Jim meekly replied, head still bowed as Chris was now standing in front of him, his height and massive, naked physique towering over him, making him feel powerless. Jim could see Chris's intimidatingly large cock come into view as he completed his approach.
"What do you guys think," Chris pronounced with arms out wide to his teammates, who looked shocked at Jim's obedience.
There were mutters that slowly turned to excited cheers of having Jim go get them a big hardy dinner.
"Uhh, yeah man...," an offensive lineman whispered.
"I'm down for that," said another.
"Yeah boy, go get us jocks some food! We need it to get our big fuckin' muscles ready for the big game," yelled the running back, Marcus, as the flashed a veiny bicep. This really got the mood of the group on board with the plan.
"Yeah little guy! Go get us food."
"Fuckin' dweeb, get outta here and let the athletes do our thing."
"We ain't payin' though, haha!"
A chorus of yells and jeers came out, along with laughter. The power the football studs could see they had been given over little Jim was very apparent. And they were ready to use it to make their lives better and easier. Chris stood in the center of the room over him with arms crossed, smiling at his accomplishment. He knew he had Jim under his control, and now his powers would enable him and his team whatever they needed to succeed.
"Oh... ok, I'll go get your food now... I'll be sure to be back soon guys," Jim was able to get out in the midst of all the shouting. He felt so small in the room surrounded by these big athletic studs, especially Chris, who's presence was overwhelming.
"My man," Chris boldly proclaimed, putting his arm on Jim's shoulder, then nudging him out of the locker room.
Jim could feel the incredible strength and power Chris possessed when he touched him. He knew he was going to do exactly what Chris wanted. He knew that would make Chris happy. And that's what he wanted after all, that's all he wanted... Was to make Chris happy.
As he made his way down the hall, he heard echoes of the football studs giving praise to Chris's controlling triumph.
"You're the fuckin' man bro."
"What a boss!"
"I'm ready for some free food and a win tonight!"
Chris had been the football captain before, with a muscular physique and the popularity Jim could only dream of. But now after absorbing the jockstrap, he was a God to be praised and obeyed.
In the middle of the shouts Jim made out the sound of numerous high fives before he exited the building and headed to the parking lot.