Shit! I was already freaking out when I suddenly got flattened, but then that damn kiddo, Rod, had unceremoniously deprived me of my uniform and then stretched my legs into my arms so I was curled up like a freaking ball! Worst of all, the way he had folded me up left my (generously-sized, if I say so myself) cock completely exposed. I felt so humiliated! I wanted to tell that twat what happens when you mess with the Varsity Quarterback himself, but I couldn't open my mouth! I muffled expletives at him with my most intimidating stare, but this only made him enjoy my distress even more.
"You could just leave him as a ball. He's heavy and won't bounce much but paint him black and you could go bowling with him.", he told the other boy, Jay, who was a boy who had just entered the football team. I used to mock his maleness, as being the Quarterback, I'm obligated to state my dominance. I looked at Jay with a shocked expression. I wished I had treated him better. "I was just joking! Please, if I were in your place I won't do this to you!", I would have wanted to cry in defeat.
"No...I couldn't do such a thing. Clay could be a jackass at times, it's true. But I couldn't do this to a teammate, scratch that, I couldn't do this to my friend!". Jay blurted out courageously. I was so moved I could've almost cried! But with inner manly tears, alright? The Varsity Quarterback has a reputation to fight for.
"You had to be a party popper, didn't you? Whatever, I still have twenty more. And remember what I told you: The effects last until he hasn't changed form for 24 hours. I just know you won't be able to resist the temptation to play with him: I saw the way your eyes widen every time you see him at the locker room, if you know what I mean".
Of course I knew what he meant, I wasn't stupid. Jay clearly wished he had biceps like mine! I don't blame him for envying his Quarterback's muscles, there was nothing wrong with that.
"Have fun", Rod said and then threw me into the air! I felt sick. Luckily Jay thought fast and catched me by my sides. Then Rod left the field with an air of arrogance.
"You're a monster!" Jay blurted out at him. That's right! And a psycho!
Jay turned me so my face looked at him.
"Can you speak?", he said. The only thing I could do to reply to him was to give him a sad look with my eyes. "Don't worry, I won't do anything of what Rod has suggested. I'll take care of you so you'll recover your original form." He said. I was starting to feel glad that I ended up with Jay. He sounded like a nice boy. The rest of my teammates would have used me as their football for their match practice. "But someone could see us here. I'll take you to the locker room". That made sense, but then he unzipped his gym bag, and shoved me inside it! It was dark and there was an awful stink of sweat in there. I felt him start marching on into the locker rooms while I bounced around between Jay's sweaty socks and jockstrap. Damn, it stunk. He didn't put as much effort playing on the field as me, does that mean he hadn't washed them in a while?
We arrived at the locker room, and he liberated me from that smelly bag. "We'll have to be quick, the team could arrive from practice any minute". He observed me for a little while. "That position looks quite uncomfortable", he finally said. NOW it's when he had finally noticed that fact? "Let me help you".
He finally unrolled me and laid me flat on top of a bench. He looked at my muscled pecs, and then to my lower regions. He realized I noticed him looking and then he looked away, blushing with shame. Don't worry kid, it's natural to feel inferior when you see the length of my monster cock, even when it's flattened. "I can't leave the gym with you in the bag, as the coach routinely inspects them to check that we have brought our hygiene products." It's true, the coach gets unbelievably mad with sanitary rules. "If I could just make you not so obvious that you are human...Uhm..." he looked at me, pensive. He noticed a pile of pink towels in a tray in the corner of the locker room. "I have an idea!" He turned me over so I was laying face down. Then he stretched me into a rectangular shape. Thankfully, his touch was much gentler than Rod's. He seemed to enjoy serving an Alpha jock like me. When he finished remodeling me, I was a rectangle. My back is devoid of any disgusting back hair, so my surface was smooth and even...until the part with my hairy buttchecks. He gently smashed my buttchecks (poor guy, having to suffer touching another man like this) until they were flat, but the hairy crack line was still there. He folded me in half, so only the upper part of my back was showing, my ass hair safely hidden. I was a perfect, smooth, square surface. Anybody who could see me will think I'm just a towel. The perfect disguise! Jay was a genius. The only downside is that he hadn't realized that folding my back in half meant that my face was now squashed against my cock and balls, but nobody's perfect.