"Fuckin little shit! Wasted a good beer!" Simon said, grabbing the backpack full of gear from the floor.
Cameron was leaning against the sink, his stomach still heaving a bit. Through reverted back to his normal, flat, hairless form, his insides had been thoroughly coated in beer, his metabolism changed and his body made more ready to gain weight in his belly.
Simon dug around in the bag until he found something he only vaguely remembered. It was a gold watch hanging from a chain, that made him shudder, though he didn't know why. When he pulled it out, everyone's eyes locked on it, save for Cameron's, who was looking at his sickly colored skin in the mirror over the sink.
"uh, dude... Mark said we can't use that..." Devon mumbled, unable to look away from the watch, which turned and glinted in the fluorescent lighting.
"Shut up man! I'm gonna see what this thing's got!" Simon said with a bit of a smirk.
Devon let go of Alex, who continued to stare at the watch, unconsciously giving his sweaty pit a scratch.
"come on dude... put it away, its givin' me the creeps!" Devon said in a bit of a dazed tone, his eyes looking glazed.
"Fuck that! Here, watch the watch dude, you like it huh! Yeah, keep lookin'" Simon said slowly, his curiosity peaked.
Devon was lost, the watch had a hold on him now. He stared, slack jawed, waiting for Simon to speak.
"Ok bro, now when I count to 3, you're gonna get real horny, fillin' your jock with pre. then you're gonna take it off, and scoop the pre into your hand, stuff it into Alex's jeans, and rub it into his balls. Got it dude?" Simon rambled off, keeping an eye on Cameron, who had caught sight of the watch in the mirror and was staring, his hand subconsciously rubbing his stomach.
"got it man... pre, balls... fuck yeah!" Devon said, his jock mind immediately taking it in.
"1... 2....3! Go at it!" Simon said, watching the immediate panic in Alex's eyes, even while dazed by the watch.
Simon Swiveled to face Cameron, and grabbed his arm, turning him to face the watch head on, waving it back and forth.
"Yeah little dude, keep watchin' its the best thing you ever saw!" He said menacingly while Cameron nodded.
"Now, you wasted a perfectly good beer! That’s the nectar of the fuckin' gods dude! So now I gotta make sure it don't happen again! Plus I got an idea!" He watched Cameron flash an expression of terror, even while completely tranced by the watch.
"Ok, so from now on you can’t puke up any beer! ever! You will still feel sick, still get fuckin' plastered, but no matter what you won’t upchuck! No more wasted beer little dude!"
Cameron nodded, a tear falling down his cheek. He could feel his stomach flip at the idea, but couldn't move or fight Simon's words.
"And, just cus you're a little mouthy shit who called us gross, You're gonna us that mouth for something more useful!" Simon's dark influence from being Jocked so quickly gave him an idea.
"You're gonna be fuckin' obsessed with Alex's jock pits dude! Fuckin totally into 'em! The stink, the sweat, you wanna lick it up, huff that jock pit! It'll get ya boned and riled up! You know you shouldn't like it dude, you know inside you hate it, but you just fuckin' crave those pits bro!"
Cameron whimpered, now crying, although his eyes were glazed and vacant. Simon's hypnotic words burrowed into his head deeply, engraining Alex's new pits in his mind.
"fuck yeah, now, I’m gonna hand you another beer, then wake your wimpy ass up. You're gonna chug that shit dude! Whole can down the hatch, no matter how much you don't wanna!" Simon chuckled at his torturous streak, he was so much like the jocks that made him, and yet, he was proud.
"Alright little dude, wake up, 1, 2, 3!"
Everyone in the room shook their heads, including Simon, who immediately stuffed the watch back into the bag, then tossed another beer to Cameron, who caught it in a shaky hand and sniffled, feeling his stomach give a nauseous heave at the sight of another can.
Devon yanked his sticky hand out of Alex’s jeans so hard it caused Alex to fall. He glared at Simon angrily.
“Awe fuck dude! You had me gropin’ this pipsqueaks’s sack!! Not cool man!!” He said while absentmindedly wiping the rest of his pre on Alex’s chest.