Chris kept pumping his hairy fists over his newly enlarged cock. He glanced at Ryan, cum sticking in his very hairy chest and a stupid expression on his face. He looked as if Chris had lost a great deal of his IQ. That scared Chris.
"Yeah dude! Keep jacking it bro! Almost there!", Ryan shouted in a deep voice. He sounded almost totally jock like. Chris really didn't want to be a jock. It took all his might, but he took his hands off his cock and stopped. It still throbbed erect. "What's wrong bro!", Ryan said and walked over to him. He sat next to Chris and put his arm around him. Chris could feel his bushy blond pits tickling his shoulders. Chris could smell Ryan's really bad BO, too. Ryan smiled at him; "feels really good being a jock, man! All you have to do is jack it!".
"No man! I don't want to be a jock!", Chris stammered. Ryan rubbed his hand through Chris's impressive tangled jungle of chest hair. His other arm squeezed his bulging thick biceps. "You are a jock dude! This hair! These muscles! And look at your cock dude! Its huge! All that needs to change is your mind. Trust me dude!".
Chris was frightened. He knew he couldn't trust his friend. If he gave in he would forever be a hairy sweaty smelly hulk of a jock. "I... I... I have to go", Chris stammered and he ran out of the room, grabbing his clothes. He put all of his clothes back on a ran home. It was about 5 minutes away.
Meanwhile, Ryan needed to call his bros Simon and Devon and the others. Ryan knew that if Chris didn't cum in the next 24 hours, his changes will reverse. Ryan didn't want his friend to revert back to his boyish hairless frame; that's cruel! Ryan knew his buddy really wanted to be a jock, and he and his friends were going to help him!