Devon was pinned to the floor by Simon, who was sitting on his chest. Simon was dressed in only a filthy stained jockstrap that struggled to hold his meat; his hairy chest and pit bushes were clearly evident, and as much as Devon tried not to, he was intently staring at Simon's hairy body.
Devon was transfixed by the bulging jockstrap and the tufts of sweaty brown hair that spilled out of Simon's armpits. He was disgusted to find he actually wanted to find out how his crotch and pits smelled.
Simon laughed and mocked Devon, who was too weak to struggle against the powerful football jock. "Stop struggling. Your going to become a jock sooner or later, so why not now!".
Devon was terrified and he did the only thing he could thing of; he spit in Simon's face. Simon was furious as he wiped off the spit. "You know Devon, we can change you in other ways too, not just into a jock. How would you like to be a redneck middle aged slob? Or how about a neanderthal or bigfoot! It wouldn't be much fun trapped in a lab or a zoo now would it? So say your sorry!"
Devon's eyes shot wide open in fear. He didn't want to be a slob or a caveman. Gross! I guess a jock isn't as bad by far! "I'm sorry Simon. A jock is better than those!"
Simon smirked and kept talking. "You have two choices. My hairy armpit or my crotch; one of them is going to be shoved in your face! Once you breathe in enough of my musk and BO the changes should commence!".
Devon shuddered in disgust, but his newly enlarged member couldn't help quickly swelling with blood. Within seconds he had a large erection that he couldn't hide. Armpits and stinky crotches? Why the hell is he becoming aroused! "Please Simon no, that's gross. Just let me go!".
"Alright both it is. Stupid Dev, I gave you a choice, but you tried to weasel your way out. So now you get both"!!".
And with that he lunged onto Devon and lifted his right arm, exposing the nasty bush. Simons armpit was forced right onto Devon's face, and Simons arm curled and held him in a choke hold. Devon was disgusted! He could feel the thick sweaty hairs smearing across his face. He tried to hold his breath as long as possible, but he eventually had to breathe. Oh my god Simon stunk so bad! It was terrible. He gagged a bit and tried to hold his breathe. The second gulp of air, Devon was expecting it to be rancid. Simons body odor actually started to smell a bit pleasant. He took a third whiff. And a fourth whiff. Then he shoved his face even harder against the matted sweaty hairs and breathed in deeply though his nose. He knew he should fight back. He knew he should be disgusted. He also knew if he didn't stop he would soon be a hairy jock!
Simon spied Devon's large erection with a grin; it won't be too long until Devon is just a smelly dumb hairy jock like him! And Devon was almost done with his armpit. Soon Devon would be forced into Simon's hairy musky crotch!