Chad is all stretched out by the coach's rotund body and once Chad has changed into a jock strap those changes remain just as if he were a speedo.
Coach really prefers speedos so he takes Chad off and tosses him next to a toilet where he lays there. This place rarely gets cleaned up. Some of the men love the smell of piss and cum and Chad lay there soaking up the spill over and the direct piss shots to the jock heap he now was.
Was it weeks or months later a big biker of a man, bigger than coach was bends down and picks Chad up. He is crusty from the cum and piss dried on him. He stuffs him in his pocket and heads out the door.
Chad listens to the conversations muffled through the leather jacket but can't identify any of the voices. And soon he feels a rumbling. He figures he is on a motorcycle and that big belly of the man that picked him up jiggles him. Rubbing him and making him excited so that if he could cum he would have in moments.
And just as suddenly as it started the rumbling stopped.
The swagger that this man had jiggled his belly at the slightest move and Chad had become use to and craved that jiggle when he was worn by coach.
And as the jiggle slowed, never stopping, he saw light again as he was extracted from the bikers pocket.
Holding up Chad the biker pulled at the jock strap. Yea it is way too small he heard him say but lets see what we can do.
Tossed on the bed next to the biker Chad watched as he got undressed and there was an equally disgusting jock holding the bikers junk. But it was thread bare. Almost falling apart.
Would I become this worn Chad thought to himself?
I am as disgusting ad that one is now how much worse will I get?
Does he even clean his jock straps?
Without even washing Chad the biker pulls Chad on and stretches the band over his mammoth belly. Chad groans at the assault but he can do nothing to stop it. His cock and balls, larger than any Chad had ever seen barely hold in the pouch and he struts around looking in the mirror to see how it looks. He has long since lost sight of his cock and balls, as big as they are they couldn't be seen past that belly and this was the only way he could check the fit.
Aw it might work.
For weeks Chad and the biker rode. Chad loved this. The pressing against the bike and the belly was erotic. But he never washed Chad. And he got filthier and filthier.
Chad had discovered that he had a link to whoever wore him and he talked to the biker. Not that the biker knew it was Chad or even where these thoughts were coming from but Chad had someone to talk to and the biker in a way talked back to Chad.
Chad tried to get the biker to lose weight. But that was so ingrained in him that the more Chad pushed him to lose weight the more the biker would eat and get fatter.
Chad tried to get the biker to wash him but that was also too ingrained in his psyche and that was not going to change.
The one thing that Chad seemed to be able to affect was the bikers sexual appetite. He already had a great libido but he would go either way. Gay or straight as long as he could fuck em he would. But Chad got him to finally try being fucked by a big black man and you would have thought his first time would have been hard on the biker but his ass was stretched out from the huge shits he took and the big black log slid in easily and this stimulated the bikers prostate so much that he started craving being fucked which dumped the bikers cum into the Chad jock and both he and the biker were now the cumming.