The Magic Jockstrap Pt. 2

[js44]

Quick note: Here's part two to what I think will be a 5-part story. There isn't a lot of transformations in 2, more about Jim exploring his powers.

Part 1

Jim casually strutted himself back to his locker as his classmates reported in for PE. Drew, waking up from the nightmare transformation he just experienced, looked in his horror to see his small and wimpy body. He shed a single tear but tried to keep from humiliating himself further. He had his buddy Clayton pick him up though Clayton himself continued to keep a cautious and careful eye on Jim, afraid he would meet the same fate as his friend.


To Drew's surprise, his classmates didn't notice what had happened to him or that he turned into the wimp he now appeared. ?Back off, punk,? said one upperclassman, bumping into Drew and Clayton. Looking around, Jim knew what was going on: in his newly gained powers, he convinced the team to take both he and Drew for who they were, and not to question their drastic transformations. He also willed to his classmates to disregard Drew not as a jock or all-star, but as a lonely nerd who should be neglected accordingly.


As another classmate walked by Drew and his cronies, he noticed the former jock naked, ?what the hell is wrong with you?? he asked, shoving him to the ground. Drew was still too weak and confused to know how to handle himself. Clayton left him there that time, retreating to his own locker to get ready for PE. Jim, now in his jockstrap, chuckled at the attempts of Drew to get up. Eventually he did, and stepped his way to his locker, forcing himself to get ready for class.


Jim threw on his PE uniform and noticed it significantly smaller and tighter on his new body. Stretching his muscles he willed his clothing to grow a bit, while keeping a nice snug fit around his body. He slipped on his shorts and t-shirt, and threw on his socks and shoes before reporting in line to the gym.


Coach Daniels was the basketball coach and didn't take the PE classes very seriously, finding his own skills as a coach above that of his teaching duties. Bored and tired, he instructed his class to get into line. ?Okay boys,? he said, ?we did a little track yesterday, let's keep it inside and do some full-court basketball. Before we run laps let's see if you all have your compression shorts on.? Daniels walked by each guy, having them lift up their shorts to show their compression shorts or straps. When he got to Jim he noticed the lifted shorts revealed nothing but a cut and bulked thigh. ?Uhh,? he said, a bit taken aback by the girth and strength of the leg, ?where's your shorts, Jim?? ?I'm wearing a strap today,? Jim answered. ?Well how do I know that? Let's see it!?


Jim smiled at the request and dropped the whole pair of shorts to his ankles. Lifting his arms to show the strap the coach was taken aback not only by the size and growth of the student's body, but by the aggression in which he simply dropped his shorts in one nonchalant action. ?Shit kid you coulda just shown me the band,? still staring at the crotch, noticing it's large and defined contours. ?Uhh, pull 'um back up,? he requested.


?I don't think so, coach,? Jim said, removing his T-shirt too. ?Some basketball sounds good today but let's make it shirts vs. jocks instead of shirts vs. skins.? Jim looked into Daniel's eyes and willed it so, convincing?not suggesting?the new method of dividing teams. ?Yea...ok? he said, somewhat tranced. ?Why don't you be captain, Jim, pick your team.?


Reading their minds, he could feel his former bully's animosity, ?wait!? Clayton shouted, ?he gets to pick his own teammates?!? ?I don't think anyone ASKED you for advice, Clayton! We're doing it this way today!? Daniels retorted, turning back to his clipboard. ?Pick your team of 5, Jim, you men will be the jocks.?


Dropping his T-shirt to the ground, Jim strutted himself out to the middle of the court, taking his time to show off his new body. He could feel most of the team's eyes on his bulked and exposed ass, and though it would normally be an embarrassing situation, he knew as part of his powers he had a special ability to get anyone attracted to him, and not to question his otherwise bizarre behavior. He knew, despite his uniform, his classmates were at the very least interested in him and his cut body. Others he could feel were getting downright turned on.


He called five of the most athletic guys over his team, with the exception of the transformed Drew and his buddies Clayton and Jay. Like dogs to their master his teammates dutifully followed over to him, removing their shirts as they walked. While two of his teammates wore under armor or similar compression shorts, the remaining 3 wore their jocks, but this time, and like Jim, they wore them proud. Together he ordered them to drop their shorts and as if in uniform, they pulled them down and revealed their bodies, removing the shorts still keeping their basketball shoes on. Jim turned to his team and smiled, ?looking good, boys!? he said, ?let's kick some ass!? The other guys hooped and laughed. They felt it surprisingly free to be as exposed as they were, and they were looking forward to fun in this game.


Jim acted as forward as captain throughout the game. As he played he realized his physical stamina and skill were far greater than he ever could have imagined. He could speed up his perceptions creating, what seemed to him, to be slowing down time. His tall and built body imposed anyone who got near him and it made it easy for him to steal the ball and run a mere few feet to the hoop. The game became flawless! It became incredible. ?Yes!? he shouted, giving a waist thrust toward the opposing team. ?Suck on that!? he joked, though he got the feeling and could read the more he implied a sexual insult the more his classmates actually had the fantasy flash across their minds. ?Shit!? Jim told himself, ?I shape the way anyone thinks about me, even convince them to...do things with me!? Continuing to play, Jim would taunt his teammates and others by playing with their expectations and motives. Reading his classmates minds, it helped him to anticipate where people were and what they were thinking. It helped his team too that the others were distracted by their jockstraps and compression shorts. When it came time to turn the ball over, he shouted, ?hey! Drew,? and tossed the ball right to his head. Drew's now slow reactions and difficultly handling the ball caused problems with his teammates, who were quickly becoming convinced Drew was the worst player in the class, regardless of his sports history.


Daniels blew his whistle as Jim bumped up against Clatyon, taking the ball back. He purposefully let his own package, snugly fit in his jockstrap, slam against Clayton's thigh, and though he made it look like an accident, he could feel the contact attract Clayton. Knocking him down, Clayton opened his eyes and looked at the strap staring him down. ?You alright, loser?? Jim asked pulling him up. He could clearly see a tent growing in Clayton's own shorts, yet couldn't realize the attractive pull he had amongst those around him. Daniels shouted ?alright boys, shower up, you got class in 15 minutes.? With that, the class reported back to the locker rooms. Jim and his teammates strutting themselves ahead of the class in their jocks and compressions after having won the match by countless points. Giving high fives and smacking their asses, one of Jim's teammates asked, ?dude that was a shit ton of fun! I didn't know you had gotten so good. Do you want to play in our intramural team tonight?? Jim thought for a minute, he would have rather played around with his new-found powers, but he realized this could be a perfect opportunity to explore such powers, ?yea,? he answered, ?I'll be back here tonight.?


Opening his locker, he looked around to see his teammates undressing. He removed his shoes and socks and looked around to make sure no one was looking. With the coast clear, he willed the strap into his body and grabbed his soap.


Now truly naked, he strutted himself down to the showers where a few of his jockstraps-only teammates were sudding up already, high off their win. Feeling a slap on the ass he turned around and saw Peter, a jock who never bullied Jim but never gave him any attention either. Until now. ?Nice game today, dude, we're glad to see you tonight! We're gonna fuckin' rock at intramural,? Jim flexed his arms in response, ?fuck yea, man! It's fun shit.? As he sudded himself up, he could feel Peter's eyes locked on his back and ass, watching his every move. Feeling coy he perked his ass up, surprising Peter. He turned around and, pretending not to notice, touched his large and bulbous cock, causing it to harden ever so slightly. As his cock began standing, Jim saw Peter staring in admiration. A tall and hairy dude, Jim noticed Peter's own cock getting slightly excited at the hunk before him. Jim could tell Peter wasn't normally a gay guy, but his powers were allowing him to bend anyone to will, whether through convincing or the sheer presence of him. Laughing to himself, Jim thought, ?tonight's gonna be fun!?


Drew meanwhile skipped the shower, feeling as humiliated as Jim before his transformation. Holding back tears he couldn't believe what had happened to him and actually being witness to Jim's new form, Jim's new powers. Although Drew felt sorry for the humiliation and torment he caused Jim he how harbored a new jealousy of the masculine Jim and didn't understand why everyone was so attracted to him. Throwing on his boxer shorts he walked over to Jim's locker in an attempt to go through it. It was unlocked, and at the bottom center of the locker he found a small scribbled note, ?What the fuck is this?? he said, reading the words...

[UniMuscle]

Great story... keep it up!

[hunghuge]

When do we get part 3?