Jeff's head reeled as he absorbed Bill's morning load. Dang, it wasn't food, it was like chugging a gallon of Everclear. He was pretty much getting hammered on Bill's joy juice, and he was sure Bill knew it. He recalled Bill adjusting him repeatedly as he went down to his car, and then while driving to the playing field.
"Yeah, pocket pool, and Jeff's the green felt!" Bill had remarked with a laugh.
Jeff didn't think it was funny.
"So, Jeff," Bill said as he changed into his football gear and shoved a cup inside Jeff, "Bet you didn't know that I know you're the bastard who convinced coach to wear me for his flashing in the park last year. Well, I do, and it's payback time. Most people know that you cannot learn to control the changes into clothing unless you change into clothing at least once a week, but what most people forget is that if you stay clothing long enough, it's almost impossible to change back. It took me a month to change back after being a coat all winter, and there are so many sports that require a jockstrap. If I keep sharing you, it will be weeks before anyone takes you off. Heh, heh, maybe months."
Jeff was screaming, it's all the Chronivac. Bill you never were coach's raincoat, you just think you were. But unfortunately, were clothing cannot communicate in their cloth form unless they and the wearer form a psychic bond.
Jeff recalled the stretching, tugging and sweating in the football game, and just when he thought Bill would take him off in the locker room, it got worse. Bill removed the cup, but not Jeff. Bill wore only Jeff as he headed for the sauna. He sat in the sauna nearly 20 minutes before taking a cold shower and cool down, then back into the sauna for more sweaty heat. Then he hit the whirlpool. The other guys were naked in the tub, and they asked Bill why he was wearing a jockstrap.
"Oh, you remember my buddy Jeff. He's having control issues with his transformation, so I promised to wear him 24/7 to help him gain control. Say any of you boys want to help out wearing him? It's been ages since he was a jockstrap."
"Oh, man, poor kid. I'm a were bra, and when I was in jail last year for drunk driving, I wasn't allowed to change for like three weeks, I went nearly crazy."
"Oh, yeah, you're Cindy's bra most of the time aren't you? You lucky stud!"
Steve laughed in agreement, and volunteered to wear Jeff if needed.
No No No No No
Then Bill showered and went back into the sauna and jacked off into Jeff. That's when Jeff discovered how potent two table spoons of cum were to a 6 ounce jockstrap. He was half-wasted, as Bill headed to the showers one last time.
Then he went to the showers and pissed through Jeff while he showered.
Bill had a hot date, and he wore Jeff. But his date was a tease, and Bill went home horny. He jacked himself to sleep wearing Jeff and only Jeff. Then Jeff fell asleep or maybe zoned out or passed out drunk. There was a loud pounding. Jeff tried to move, tried to wake up. He thought he was having a nightmare. Justin wanted to wear him, and Bill was going to feed him breakfast. Oooh, hic.
Wait - his reflection on what had happened yesterday came to a screeching halt. Did Justin say Marathon! He is training for the Marathon!