Jockstrap

Drew cringed as he watched another gay couple bounce across the street, holding hands, giving each other a kiss and making sure everyone was aware of their ‘gayness’. Drew couldn’t understand it, how had his little neighbourhood become filled with queers? Drew grimaced as he watched the two men laughing and giggling, their pink underwear peeking out from their tight jeans. How were they allowed to look and act like that? 

At 46, a construction worker and weighing 320 pounds of muscle and fat, Drew could only be described as manly, brutish and rough, and to him that’s how a man should act or so he had been told. From a young age he was discouraged from any interests, trends or fashions that weren’t stereotypically masculine. Drew thought that a real man had to work with his hands, smell like sweat and look as tough as possible not like these flouncing gay guys. Men that wore colourful underpants, were dancers or models and spent more time in the mirror than most women. Drew wouldn’t have minded as much of he didn’t have to see them every day, as he walked up his garden path he looked either side of his house and saw the giant rainbow flags, he was surrounded. Drew gritted his teeth, sure the guys were nice enough, but why couldn’t men just act like men. However, while Drew couldn’t help his anger, he also couldn’t help his jealousy. These men weren’t confined to rules and stereotypes of what a man should be, they could like whatever music they wanted, get any job they wanted, have any interest they wanted and love whoever they wanted. 

Drew looked down at his calloused hands, his sweaty hairy build and his drab old clothes. As he looked at himself a flash of envy reared its ugly head and the green tails of smoke crept around him. If only he had the confidence and mind-set to be free from his own stereotype of what a man was, “If I could only be a bit more like them” Drew thought as he headed to retrieve his lawnmower. 

With a quick and painless flash of green, the wisps of smoke invaded Drew’s mind and left having infected and changed what they needed to.

As Drew marched to his shed a hot feeling radiated out from his chest making him uncomfortable in his vest and causing him to remove it. Normally he would have question this action, he wasn’t one to be walking around shirtless, but somehow he felt more relaxed and at ease with more of his skin showing. Drew had only been cutting his grass for a few minutes when a similar heat radiated from his body, however this time it was coming from below. Yet without a moment’s thought Drew’s body yanked down his shorts to reveal his bland, baggy boxers. Drew was astounded at his actions, what was he thinking? He couldn’t be walking around like this, in nothing but a pair of undies with all his neighbours to see. Drew immediately went to remedy his absurd behaviour but as he went to bend down and hastily pull up his shorts his body did not comply. Instead Drew remained frozen, his body and his mind at odds with each other. Drew started to panic, it was only a matter of time before he was seen and he looked like some sort of pervert with his shorts around his ankles. Drew desperately tried to move his body to try and cover himself but part of him wouldn’t let him, as a new part of him started to say differently. He didn’t need to cover up; he had a nice chest and nice fat ass that needed to be seen. Drew shook his head violently, why on earth would he think such an absurd thing?! He didn’t have nice; he didn’t need to show it off…or did he?

As Drew fought his inner turmoil the green smokes of changes snaked up his legs and wove themselves into his boxer shorts fabric. Slowly the bland grey fabric started to shrink; the elastic and waistband grew tighter, wider and slithered around his ass and crotch. In a matter of seconds a cool breeze blew and Drew felt it tickle his hairy ass cheeks as the big burly man looked down and almost screamed when he saw that he was no longer wearing boxer shorts but a rather bright, white and revealing jockstrap.

Drew wanted to run inside, he wanted to his hide himself from the outside world and he wanted to cover up his bare ass but the new part of him disagreed, in fact it wanted him to stay, it wanted him to finish mowing the lawn and then it want him to grab a sun lounger and position it where everyone could see it and show the world his big fat hairy ass. Drew looked around frantically as he saw the gay couple next door coming down the street, he needed there help. Yet no matter how much he wanted to bellow for their help, for them to call someone or to save him from the strange mental breakdown he was having, Drew could not open his mouth, in fact as soon as he saw the two men look at him with their lustful gaze Drew felt something in his mind slip.

Drew was at the mercy of his body as he continued to mow his lawn in the direction of the couple, his shorts around his ankles and his chunky ass swaying in the jockstrap. Drew tried to fight it, but the new voice inside of him was too strong as the big burly man’s man walked over to the men, turned around and bent over seductively before slowly pulling himself up and staring at the gay couple who were now salivating over the muscle bear in front of them. Then with one final action Drew was sent spiralling to the back of his mind as the new much more confident and carefree Drew gave the couple a wink, a snap of his elastic jockstrap, blew them a kiss and beckoned them towards his house making sure he bounced his booty as he walked. Drew screamed at the back of his mind as he heard the men rush behind him and as the searing pain of a fresh tattoo appeared on his lower back, a large multi-coloured unicorn galloping over a rainbow with the words ‘Free spirit’ emblazoned in bold colourful lettering. The tattoo now permanently etched into his skin as was his new carefree, confident life.