You run over to the Jockstrap, thinking "These things are so hot at normal size! I wonder what it would be like to SIT in one!?" It takes you a few minutes to traverse the distance between yourself and the giant piece of protective wear. When you get to it, you start climbing. When you get to the edge you just let yourself fall down the cotton coated sides and into the center. A few hairs greet you as you tumble on downwards. You come to a halt, smelling like the jocks whom you had admired from afar for so long.
You could just sit in there all day, absorbing the smells and textures of the jockstrap, but you're reverie is interrupted when one of the jocks that you had been crushing on for awhile now came storming into the room. His name is Rex. Rex is quite a bit taller than you, and with his dark brown hair, he's quite a looker.
"Kevin! Where are you! I forgot my jockstrap, have you seen it!?" He shouted, swiveling his head around looking for either you or the missing piece of clothing. "Coach says that I can't play without one on!" He looked downward and saw the missing piece. "There you are!" He shouted. You started to run up the edges of it, hoping not to be crushed by him, or spotted for that matter. He walked over in four long steps, and pulled his shorts off right then and there. He didn't even bother to check that it was his jockstrap, he just assumed that it was the one that he was looking for and yanked it upwards.
The momentum pushed you into the material, and almost through one of the large air-holes. He finished pulling it upwards (Pinning you against himself, unbeknown to him) and pulled back on his shorts over it. He jogged back out onto the field, with an extra passenger.
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