I lost track of time sitting in the sports bag. Despite how cramped it was, I must have slept a little. We were at Jay's home. I heard the voices of Jay's parents as they greeted him.
Jay's parents were strange. I think they came from either Boston or Louisiana because they had a slight accent. Supper was already on the table so I had to wait while they ate.
Then Jay finally had some alone time in his room and he pulled me out. "Sorry to make you wait and sorry to leave you stuffed in my bag." He pulled me out and untangled me from his jock strap and football cleats.
Finally, he had a chance to restore me to normal, he began molding me until I looked like a deformed human again. Then he realized how dirty I had become while tangled in his football gear. Luckily, the bathroom was right next to his bedroom so it was easy to sneak me to the bathroom for a shower.
I don't remember the last time anyone ever bathed me. I know my parents bathed me when I was little. I suppose that it was the same way that Jay bathed me. He gently ran his hands along my whole body picking off the pieces of grass and wiping off the mud. He even put shampoo in my hair and body wash on me. I wondered if that was a good idea in my condition but I couldn't say anything. He lathered me up with thick suds and then rinsed me off. Whenever his hand touched my private area, I shivered. He must have felt disgusted having to clean my privates. I need to remember to thank him for overcoming his disgust in order to help a friend out.
Jay then snuck me back to his bedroom where he continued to mold me to look more and more human. He borrowed a large mirror to help him. It took until late into the night. Jay's attention to detail was amazing. I wondered if he had any art training or medical training. He seemed to know where every muscle was supposed to go. When he was too exhausted to go on, he collapsed on his bed still wearing his clothes and left me there staring at myself in the mirror.
He had done an excellent job. I looked completely normal. Even my cock looked exactly as I remembered it. All I had to do was wait twenty-four hours and I'd be able to move and get back at Rod for changing me into a lump of clay.
Jay had a very active night. I noticed in his sleep that he kept reaching in his pants and trying to jack off. I would have jacked off too if I could've moved. I tried to imagine what kind of girl Jay was into. He must have had a particular girl that he was obsessed with to get him jerking off that much in his sleep.
The next morning, he was so sleepy when he woke up that he didn't realize he still had a woody. He stripped off his clothes and I saw his small but stiff cock leaking. I would have turned my head if I could've. He came up behind me and mumbled, "Good morning" before grabbing a robe and heading for the shower. I'm not a morning person either. He must not have realized that he left a smear of his cock juices dripping from my butt crack.
He came back from his shower and got dressed. Suddenly there was the loud noise of the front door being opened and the bellow of a voice similar to Jay's. Jay said, "Oh crap", and shoved me, cum stain and all, back into his gym bag. It didn't take long to figure out why. Jay's older brother barged into the bedroom like Jay didn't even exist. He threw his stuff on Jay's bed and said, "You don't mind sharing your room a few days, Right?" Imagine if Jay's brother had burst in to see a statue of a naked man in Jay's room. Jay has already been through enough humiliation on my account.
When Jay left the house with me in his bag, he whispered, "Sorry, it looks like I'm going to have to find some other place to change you back."