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Your friend is such an asshole, jacking your boxers and leaving you with nothing but a rank looking jockstrap to cover up your junk. According to him he'd left your only pair of clean underwear back in your dorm room. Part of you thinks about going commando, but you know that your shorts grip a little too tight even with your underwear on, without... you just can't think about it. Picking up the greasy jockstrap you flinch at the odor, the inside is yellow and smells like it'd been worn by every member of the football team... and you have no desire to wear it. "Fuck..." you hiss.

Slipping on the jockstrap very slowly you stiffen up as you feel your junk press into the damp material. You are immensely glad that nobody is there to see you, your pride really can't do with anymore blows to it. You are the one member of the football team that looks like a stick, several of the anthro members of your team pick on you due to your weak human frame, claiming that becoming an anthro would liven up your game. Even if you had the desire to become an anthro though, the price of changing is far too much, and you've heard... odd things about the change.

After the jockstrap is clenching onto your ass and tugging your cock uncomfortably close your body you pull on your shorts and shirt. Walking out of the locker room, you walk past other members of the team and you swear that their eyes are locked on you as the jockstrap feels far too uncomfortable for your liking. Even when playing out on the field, even with everyone's claims that a jockstrap is mandatory, you wear boxers to allow your crotch some breathing room, squirrel taps be damned. The hall seems to extend for infinity, your cheeks flushed red as people look at you, their eyes seeming to drill down into your soul and seeing that you were wearing a jockstrap under your clothing.

Finally making it to your dorm room you open the door and prepare to let your roommate have it, but he isn't in the room yet. Quickly dispensing with your shorts you start to dig around in your drawers to find your underwear... but find that they've all been emptied out, a note in one of them reads that your roommate has actually taken them all to the washroom and it would be another hour before you could regain your stolen undergarments. You curse your boar roommate, he'd been your best friend since junior high, having been human up until a year ago. He'd converted into a boar and though he was still your same friend, he seemed to change quite a bit, becoming more horny as he constantly talked about sex, and seeming to even change sexuality as he announced who the hottest guy at the college was.

Letting out a loud snort you throw yourself onto the couch, annoyed that your undergarments had been jacked. Laying there you decide to take a short nap while you waited for your friend to return. Leaning your head back you notice the room is filled with the pungent smell of the jockstrap you were wearing, for a moment you prepared to take it off... but then think otherwise. The idea of you wearing the manly smelling jockstrap wasn't TOO bad... you suppose that it could be worse. Fondling your swelling meat through the thin garment, you fail to notice your pubic hair starting to darken and get more wild.

The horniness you put up to some hot girls you'd seen earlier, not exactly allowing the idea of the manly scent being the cause to click in your head. The smell seems to grow more powerful as your slim frame starts to put on a few pounds, your belly starting to swell up as the hair of your body continues to darken and grow all over, but the smell continues to slow your senses as you rub at your nose absently, disregarding the fact that it had started to flare at the end, starting to lose its human quality. Groping your crotch you let out a few pants as you keep the images of women in your mind, figuring that it wouldn't hurt to masturbate while waiting for your roommate to get back.

Every movement you make with your hand inside the jockstrap causes your meaty fingers to become greasy with the musk and slush already inside of the used garment. While your now swelling cock distends the material of the jock you feel an itch on your nose and pull your greasy hand out to wipe at it, your system going into shock for a moment as you smell in the powerful musk, but it just causes your mind to grow even hazier as your self image starts to blur. The human face that you know you have starts to get hidden behind a fog, a larger hazy image growing as your cheeks start to thicken in with fat, thick facial hair growing as you scratch at your chin leaving some of the grease there to soak into your pores.

Your now sausage like fingers reach back into the jockstrap, ready to get another round of masturbating as you start to pant a bit. Images of your roommate on the very same couch are now springing to mind as the smell of the room now smells very similar to your roommate's BO, and it's becoming incredibly attractive. At first it's just the thought of him sitting around, scratching a bit at his pits and swollen stomach, but soon it moves on to him stripping out of them allowing his hairy gut to sit and air out in the open air. For a moment you feel a pain in your mouth as your teeth move to allow some new tusks in, but the pain is very quick and isn't very distracting as you speed up your self-pleasuring.

Images of human women are soon shifting into your very own anthro teammates, them all walking around in the buff around the locker room. One or two of them even offer a BJ in your growing fantasy, and of course as the gay man you are, you accept their offer. The idea of it being repugnant didn't even cross your mind as your ears shift to the top of your head, becoming triangular and flopping over as your shirt rips off from your growing mass and your sudden movements.

Your jockstrap is great as it allows for your new tail to grow out from above your now enlarged boar ass, your personal musk soon marking up the couch as you throw your body out and allowed for your stink to fill up the room. "God damn, so good!" your new voice says. For a second it sounds more like your roommate's, but you quickly recognize it as your own as your self image starts to morph in your mind, any human traits quickly gone as it solidifies as that of a chunky boar. You imagine marching out with the other teammates on the football team in your large suit, your crotch bulging like the rest of the teams'.

Finally your changes are slowing down, your body now a large boar's, the fur across it bristling as you continue jerking yourself off. The jockstrap had been a little loose earlier, but now it fits perfectly as your large cock jerks into the yellowed slurry inside of the jock, a rite of passage for all of the jocks as they convert into anthros.You imagine your roommate having jerked himself in this jockstrap as well and you lose your load as you let out a pleasured squeal and soak the garment in your personal juices as all the others had before you. Panting in your afterglow you slip off the jockstrap and suckle on your personal juices before the door opens to reveal your roommate with a big grin on his tusked face. "Ready for round two, big boy?" he asked. All you can do is snort in agreement as your cock hardens for your first fuck with a guy.