Chad collapsed on the shiny polished wooden bench. He completely deflated. Chad was no longer in the field house, he was in the football locker room. He was lying on his back on the bench outside the lockers. Everything looked huge. He was right in front of his own closed locker. He heard voices, Then loud footsteps.
Roderick Toulemann lumbered up to the locker next to Chad's, and began to change into his workout gear. There was a snapping sound, and Rod cursed, "Damn! Snapped another one! Anyone got a jock I can borrow?"
"How about the one on the bench next to you?" said Kyle.
"Huh? Must be Chad's, it's a small!" Rod said with a laugh picking he blue jockstrap that Chad had become.
"Well, maybe it will stretch. Remember, coach's rule! No jockstrap, no play!"
Rod pursed up his lips and stared long and hard at the limp blue cloth in his hand.
NO! thought Chad. He had gotten slapped in the face more than once while sitting on the bench by his locker with Rod's massive cock. The monster was 8 inches limp, and Rod was a grower. He had jerked off with him more than once, and left feeling inferior compared to that donkey dicked lineman. His balls were huge too. The naked giant lowered Chad toward the floor and straddled his pouch. Chad felt himself stretched and lifted to fulfill his new purpose in life.
He screamed in horror, as he stretched to accommodate the 40 inch waist of his lineman Rod. Was he really a small jockstrap? That would mean he was stretching 1/4 larger than he was meant to fit. He felt the wiry hairs on Rod's legs tickle as he went up to the monster cock and balls and thick black wiry pubic hairs that awaited him. It was inevitable. Chad's pouch stretched as Rod's manhood filled him to capacity. Rod tucked in the bits of scrotal skin that stuck out along with some stray pubic hairs.
"No, it's me, Chad!" screamed the jockstrap.
Rod wasn't sure why that thought popped in his head, but he liked the idea. He thought as he patted his swelling pouch, "Yeah, Roddy, if Chad really were my jockstrap, I'd never take him off!" He visualized shoving his cock into Chad's lily white ass. Chad was silent at the visual coming from Rod's mind, he most certainly wanted Rod to take him off. He felt like that massive cock was buried in his lily white ass so far that it was pushing out his throat against the inside of his lips. The bulge on Rod's football shorts grew bigger as that image leaked into his head, and Rod's mind embellished that image with cum oozing out of Chad's mouth. Rod smiled. He finished dressing and ran out to the field for afternoon practice.
Chad couldn't really see, all he could do was be supportive, and absorb Rod's sweat and funk.