It had been a long practice, the coach had really put you through your paces. When he called showers you were completely exhausted.  You probably pushed yourself a little harder than usual, but its your senior year and you want to finish on top. Heading over with the rest of your team, you pulled out your special body wash. It always helped your aching body after rough work outs or practice. You lather yourself head to toe in it. Letting it soak in, the familiar cooling and warming sensation and sharp scent of eucalyptus let you know its working. You leave it on for a few minutes lingering in the shower just close enough to the spray to get the steam and heat but not enough to get wet. After awhile, you finally rinse it off, letting the soapy water cascade down your weary and sore body taking with it some of the practice. Even after rinsing it off you still feel a bit of a tingle on your skin, a bit strange but you figured they must have changed the formula or something. By the time you head to get dressed, you realize that you had been in the shower so long that everyone else had long past gotten dressed and head home.

The locker room was completely deserted, at least until you reach your locker. “Fuck” you mumble half to yourself half to the person in front of your locker. The last person you want to deal with after a hard practice is Derek Sampson. He’s your biggest rival and has been gunning for your position on the team for the last year, even though he’s just a sophomore.  Why the hell was this jackass buck naked in front of your locker. He should have been dressed and gone with the rest of the team. “What the hell are you doing Derek? Move it, I need to get dressed” you say brusquely. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about getting dressed” He says smirking. He bends down and grinning even harder as he pulls out out a bottle that looks like your body wash “Look familiar?” He says tauntingly.

You take a closer look, it doesn’t just look like your body wash, it is your body. You look down at your shower basket and see that the bottle you thought was yours looks slightly off. “What the heck did you do?” you demand, but just then you start to feel the tingling on your skin get worse, taking on a slightly uncomfortable heating sensation. The it spreads through your body, radiating all over. “Ugh what did you do you fucker” you exclaim as you double over. The tingling turns into pain spreading out over your body.  You reach out and grab at him but he quickly moves out of your way as you collapse on the ground.

When you look up at him you see him smiling like a cat in the cream “Oh nothing really, I finally figured out a way to get you out of the way so that I can take over the starting position with a little added perk for me” Derek says grinning. You feel strange everything around you seems to be rushing up and getting bigger, Derek just sits there watching as your body contracts and shrinks. You feel your arms and legs retracting merging into into your body as it too shrinks into your head, you start to feel your body harden and become stiff. You try to yell for help but your mouth can no longer make a sound. Your mouth freeze open as the rest of your body condenses behind it, flattening and merging. Your senses merge into one and you can do nothing but look up in horror as Derek smiles reaching down and lifts you up in your new form. At your new size you’re barely larger than his hand. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and you can’t believe your “eyes” in his hand is a brand new white cup. “Perfect, exactly what I needed, more support and I guess there’s an open position on the starting line now”. He teases as he puts you against his thick cock and balls…your mouth now the inside of the cup, can smell and taste Derek’s musk, the faint scent of piss and sweat. You are intimately aware that he has not showered. He pats you gently and pulls on his stained worn jock. His cock and balls soon become your world you spend your days around them, the taste and scent of it overwhelming you. Everyday is worse than the next, spending your time soaked in his sweat and other liquids. He never takes you off wearing you pressed up against his large cock and balls holding them all day and night.

After a few weeks of non-stop wear, you finally get some relief as Derek pulls you out of his jock. You suddenly see light again for the first time in awhile. You have a wild hope that he might be reversing whatever he has done to you. But instead,  he holds you up to a newspaper with the headline letting you take it in. “Star player missing” with your picture under it and right under that “Sophomore dazzles as his replacement, leading team to victory” “Well, looks like they don’t even really miss you anymore do they” He laughs before pulling his underwear back up, plunging you back into your dark musky prison.