After a brisk walk Devon finally made it to Simon's house. After ringing the doorbell, Simon answered the door with a stupid grin on his face wearing only his jockstrap The jockstrap was too small for Simon's obviously generous sized package; it bulged out and kinky brown hairs stuck out from all the sides of the jockstrap. God, jocks are so gross, though Devon. Being shirtless, Simons hairy chest and pits were on full display.
'Hey Devon, how's it hanging today?". Devon started explaining as they both walked up to Simon's room; "your hair gel didn't work! It made me even hairier! Look!" Devon shouted as he lifted up his arm to show his new pit bushes to Simon. Simon's scruffy face stretched into a grin as he began to laugh. "Haha it did work! The gel is to make hair grow!".
Devon was furious! "what? You tricked me! Make the hair go away! I don't want it" he yelled! "No can do! That hair is permanent now. Sorry buddy, but your a hairy jock now. Best you can so is shave it!". Devon raised his arms in frustration. Simon's face scrunched up a bit; "yo Devon, you fucking stink dude! Nice to see your embracing being a jock!".
Devon turned bright pink as he lifted his arm and sniffed his pit; wow, he reeked! How did he not even notice! Was he really becoming a jock?
Simon continued; "if you want we can finish the job and make you into a proper jock like us if you want. Your about halfway there and I know you want to!". Devon was furious and he was disgusted by the prospect of becoming a jock. He stared at Simons hairy muscular body; it would be nasty to have that much body hair and such a large body. His eyes lingered on the thick sweaty strands poking out from Simon's armpits; Devon couldn't deny that he was a bit curious about becoming a jock.
Simon was beginning to become a bit impatient. Devon was going to be a jock sooner or later, so why wait. He picked up the bottle of hair gel and tossed it to Devon. "Alright dude, your going to become a jock weather you like it or not. And all jocks have a hairy chest. So rub that on your chest or I'll make you. I guarentee you won't enjoy the hard way. Won't your chest look so much better in a singlet with a nice thatch of chest hair sticking out!"
Devon was shocked! He wasn't going to let Simon turn him into a jock. He had to get away. He turned and ran down the hallway, but Simon was too quick for him. Simon tackled him to the floor. Devon felt Simon's hairy chest rubbing against his back. So nasty. "Wrong move", said Simon.
Pinned on the ground, Devon was unable to move. Although he had his new muscles, Simon was far stronger. Devon also noticed that Simon straight up stunk; Devon stared at the thick brown thatch of hair that stuck out of his armpit and wondered what it smells like up close. "Wait, why am I thinking that. Something must be messing with my head!" thought Devon, whose gaze was now dropping from Simon's armpits to his stuffed yellowed jockstrap. Gross. There was so much hair and Simon looked so well endowed. He wondered what Simon's crotch smelled like too.
Simon watched as Devon looked over his body. He smiled, knowing his plan was working and Devon soon will be unable to resist becoming a jock!