Mrs. Harker had started to call roll, when I felt a rumble of hunger, and suddenly I couldn't see anything except the inside of the dweebs jeans. How could I be hungry, I wondered to myself, I'm a jockstrap. Another grumble was enough to satisfy my curiousity. Somehow I could still get hungry. What was I going to eat, and how?
The answer came like a shot in the darkness, as the dweebs cock begins to swell up again. Sick little wierdo is getting a hardon from watching shriveled up old Mrs. Harker? I begin to stretch out again, pushed up against the zipper of his jeans. It almost feels nice to stretch, so I wriggle a little trying to get more comfortable. I hear, and feel the geek moan, as his hardon gets even bigger and precum begins to leak out. I can feel myself absorb his emissions, and shamefuly realize that it tastes good. I now realize that I'm practically famished.
Unable to prevent myself, I try to stimulate him more, and am rewarded with yet another growth of his manhood. Wriggling against his hardon, I happily absorb all of his output. Then as I realize that I'm happily trying to fuck the dweeb that turned me into a jockstrap, he comes and coatst my insides with sticky cum. He has apparentaly embarrsed himself in class, because his prick quickly shrinks down in size again.
I could care less. The cum is wonderfull stuff, it certainly makes the precum seem like water in comparison. I happily soak it all up, slowly rubbing myself against him to try and absorb it all. I lay happily full for I don't know how long before I realize that he has been walking around. The zipper is pulled down, and then I can see his face. He seems to be somewhat amused and annoyed, both at the same time.
"You seem to be enjoying your new existance," he laughs. "I don't really mind if want to get me off, but I would prefer that you not do it during class." He pulls me aside, and then takes a wizz.