Stain

Billy stopped as he picked up another towel off the locker room floor as he caught a glance of his reflection and flexed. Billy smiled as he stared at himself, he really was gorgeous; with his chiselled features, large muscles and stunning good looks, he made many of the gym goer’s swoon. Billy loved his job at the gym, he loved how he got to work out all day, he loved how the people stared at him and he loved working with clients. What Billy didn’t like was cleaning up after his clients, every day he would have to go round the gym picking up their sweaty discarded towels, wipe down the machines and bin their leftover empty water bottles and today was no different. Looking around the locker room Billy spied another discarded towel and walked over to it but as he got closer he stopped as a strange funky smell wafted up his nostrils and caught his attention. Like a bloodhound Billy began to sniff the air and started to follow the smell, as he walked away from the showers and towards the toilets Billy groaned. The bodybuilders at the gym could really leave a sizeable pile if they hadn’t flushed and if not caught soon it could stink out the entire gym. As Billy opened the third cubicle he half expected to see a blocked toilet however he was surprised when he found a sparkling clean one. Still sniffing the air Billy looked around the cramped cubicle before he entered and closed the door and recoiled in disgust.  Billy couldn’t believe what he had found as he felt himself gag at the sight of what was hanging on the back of the bathroom door, stifling a disgusted cough Billy started to become angry. Cleaning up a client’s wet smelly towel was one thing but what he found was in a whole other league of disgusting. As Billy’s rage began to grow as he stared at the revolting sight, green smoke started to gather beyond the cubicle as the trickster readied to strike.

Billy had to cover his nose and his mouth as the stench of the garment hanging limply from the bathroom hook surrounded him. The wet sopping piece of fabric reeked of a combination of foul malodorous stinks; Billy almost couldn’t comprehend how a jockstrap could get so filthy. The pouch was stretched and stained, while the waistband had writing scrawled on it. From what Billy could deduce it appeared the poor jockstrap had been subjected to a variety of revolting bodily functions and fluids. Billy felt himself gag once again as he saw the obvious globs of white cum sticking to the abused fabric. He held his nose tighter as he noticed the unmistakable yellow liquid that was piss drip from the stained pouch. Not to mention the damp sodden bands of elastic that was swollen with absorbed sweat as well as the pathetic string of cloth that was irreversibly stained brown. While almost close to being sick Billy was more enraged then revolted. Some disgusting filthy person had left this garment for someone to find, some irresponsible slob had left this wreaking, sopping stinkbomb for a gym employee to stumble upon and that employee was him. 

Billy was furious as he stared at the gross garment, what kind of lunatic would wear something for so long that it became an offence to nature. Billy looked at the writing again and felt himself shiver, some pervert got off from being disgusting, they found it hot to piss, cum and sweat all over their things and themselves and the thought of it made Billy sick. Angered at the leftover jockstrap and the fact that the dirty, perverse individual had been in his gym, Billy made his wish. 

“I wish I knew what kind of sick fuck wore such a fucking disgusting thing, and then I could beat his ass” Billy snarled. It was then the green smoke burst into the cubicle as Billy was knocked back onto the toilet, his lungs choking on the fog.

Before Billy had time to panic his lungs suddenly cleared and when he opened his eyes there was no trace of the green smoke that had just surrounded him.  Billy sat and caught his breath, a little in shock from the mysterious disappearing green smoke assault. Billy was just about to get up and find something he could use to pick up the foul jockstrap when he felt his armpits begin to itch. At first Billy thought nothing of it but eventually the itching became to irritable and he went to scratch it, it was only when Billy removed his fingers and found them almost dripping with sweat that he became concerned. Quickly Billy moved closer to the mirror and lifted up his arms to view his pits, he then dived his head closer to the reflection as he couldn’t believe what he saw.  The light sprinkling of blond hair that was usually under his arms had changed as now a wild bush of thick dark hair was sprouting from his pits. Billy quickly moved his hand to his right armpit and tugged on the foreign, dark damp hairs and was shocked to see they were his; they had grown from his skin.  It was impossible but somehow he was growing a vast amount of underarm hair and worse it was making his pits stink. Billy didn’t know what to do as he stared at the rapidly growing forest under his arms, this wasn’t right but it’s also wasn’t something he had ever heard of before, who did you call for sudden armpit hair and B.O? Billy’s underarm transformation only seemed to increase as he watched the newly grown hair mat together as it became soaked with sweat, then once the thick smelly hair was saturated the sweat started to dribble down his torso and soak into his favourite tank top.

Billy swiftly removed his top fearing it would be ruined by the reeking river of sweat that now seemed to be pouring out of his underarms and intensifying the scent of body odour that was covering him. Billy was relieved when his under arm itching stopped and the smelly thicket of hair stopped his growth, however he quickly became even more worried when the itching started to occur across body. Billy yelped as he saw thick dark hairs start to creep out from his chest and arms, which was rapidly followed by the damp excretion of sweat and stink. Billy panicked as he kicked off his shoes and socks as the itching reached his feet and he saw them grow hairy and moist, the tell-tale smell of cheesy unwashed feet drifting up to his nose. Billy almost ripped off his tracksuit as he felt the itching crawl up his legs and attack his ass and crotch. By the time Billy could look at his lower body it had already changed, his legs were barely visibly under all the curly dark hair, his ass now felt soggy and swampy as a wet fart escaped his butt, while his pubes had exploded covering up most of his cock and making it slick with sweat.  His whole body reeked, while every inch of him seemed to be dripping with sweat. Billy looked back at himself, his hairy wet body made it seem like he had just been for a swim but in reality it was just his own foul smelling sweat. Billy started to become frantic, he needed help but he couldn’t leave the locker room smelling worse than twenty bodybuilders in a sauna. Plus he was only wearing his dank, wet, sweat soaked underwear, which suddenly felt different.

Billy looked down at the designer blue briefs as the colour started to fade and the fabric changed to mesh. Billy became anxious as he watched his undies shrink, the material change and his hairy ass become exposed, within seconds his briefs were gone and now he was left in a jockstrap.  Billy’s initial reaction was to remove his new attire but before he could he found his cock reacting to the new material and soon Billy had an erection that bulged out the pouch of the jockstrap. Billy moaned as the material seemed to rub Billy in all the right ways, his sweaty hairy body seemed to heat up as the new jockstrap started to pleasure him.  Billy knew it was wrong, his new body hair was unexplainable, his stench was nauseating and there was no way a jockstrap should be causing him such sexual pleasure but it felt too good to stop. Billy took a deep breath in, his own stench filling his nostrils and found himself grinding his hard, sweaty cock into the mesh pouch and every time he did it he felt an electric shiver of ecstasy run through his body. The feeling felt so good in fact that only after two minutes of rubbing Billy found himself ready to orgasm, with a violent gush of cum and deep rumbling moan of pleasure Billy started to climax. However this was no ordinary orgasm as Billy found himself still grinding his cock into the jockstrap and more cum would erupt from his dick making Billy feel unimaginable pleasure.

Billy was so caught up in all the fun and excitement he was unaware just how much he was cumming, with every blast of gooey white fluid, it splooged into the jockstrap until it could no longer hold any more. More and more cum spurted out of Billy’s cock all of squirting through or down the sides of his jock, coating his legs, crotch and feet in the sticky stuff. Billy must have been on his thirtieth orgasm when he finally caught sight of himself and the state of the bathroom around him. His lower half was covered in cum and already he was started to dry and stink adding to his already unpleasant body odour. Billy tried to stop himself but it was hard to stop the pleasure as another hot load shot out his cock and added to the puddle of cum that had pooled at his feet.  Billy had to focus; he needed to regain control, if someone saw him now he would definitely be going to jail. With all his might Billy slowly stopped his thrusting hips and grinding crotch, the pleasure slowly reducing.  Billy was proud of himself when he finally stood still and cum stopped dribbling out from the sticky saturated pouch. However Billy’s pride quickly dissipated as he felt something else shoot out from his cock, something more disgusting and much less pleasurable.

Billy yelped as he started to uncontrollably piss himself, the acrid putrid liquid spurting out and everywhere.   Billy ran around like an idiot as he tried to control the powerful, unstoppable stream that covered the floor and all of his discarded clothing. Eventually Billy was able to position himself in such a way that the piss curved over and landed in a toilet but by then it was too late, he was soaked in his own urine. When the stream came to a stop Billy was left dripping, sweat, piss and cum covered his body and as they began to dry their stench amplified. Billy looked at his reflection in disgust, his hair was wet and dripping with piss and sweat, his body was covered in matted dark hairs that helped to retain his new ghastly smell, his cock was still fully erect and straining against the mesh pouch and the jockstrap was now sodden and dripping. Billy then watched in horror as some scrawled writing appeared on the waistband of his disgusting jock and a grim realisation hit him. In a panic Billy ran into cubicle three and closed the door and started crying as he saw that the jockstrap that was there before was gone. Billy then heard a bunch of guys come into the locker room and he quickly gathered up his wet, piss and sweat stained clothes and hastily put them on. Billy left the gym and never returned, his clothes stained, his body reeking and his cock hard. He wanted to know what sick, perverse person would own such a jockstrap so filthy and revolting, well now he knew… it was someone like him.

Epilogue

Once Billy was home he tried to force himself to shower, but his new jockstrap wouldn’t let him, it enjoyed being filthy and enjoyed him being even filthier. Billy tried to shave his body hair but his new jockstrap didn’t like that idea so instead Billy woke up the next day to find himself with a Mohawk. Billy tried to hide his stench and he tried to hide his dirty clothes but the jockstrap wanted him to be seen and the next day Billy found his skin covered in raunchy, filthy tattoos. After a week of fighting back the new him and failing, Billy finally gave in. His body now craved stink and he soon found himself at a truck stop begging the dudes to piss, cum and fart on him. So if you’re ever looking for Billy you won’t find him at the gym cleaning up after his clients, instead you’ll find him in a truck stop toilet covered in piss and cleaning obese, stinking men’s assholes.