"J-Jon..." Vinny whispered, almost begging, feeling like he should hate himself for asking and yet really not even giving a shit anymore, "you've...gotta help me get these off..." to demonstrate what he meant without saying it, Vinny placed his hand over the waistband of his excruciatingly painted-on football pants and tugged.
Jon followed his gaze, and for a second Vinny worried he'd say no, claim it was too wrong, too weird...
But he nodded.
"Alright. Just...just hold still," he bent down over Vinny, moving his hands over to the top of the pants. Vinny shuddered, biting his lip to keep from gasping.
Jon seemed to notice this, "Look, Vin..."
"I-I'm sorry..." Vinny panted, "just...just f-felt really..."
"I know. Look, I...I wouldn't be surprised if, maybe you...maybe you get a bit..."
"Chrissake, man, we're both turning into sweaty underwear models in a school shower, could we cut the shit?"
"I came!" Jon yelled, stopping almost immediately after he said it, as if realizing how that sounded, "While...while it was happening. I came in my pants."
You remember all the stains on the sweats. In retrospect, not that surprising.
"I think it's...you know, kinda unavoidable so..."
"So what? Fuck, Jon, I can't take it anymore!"
"Don't be ashamed of it," he said at last, "We'll just...we'll just get it over with."
"Oh..." you nod, feeling your legs screaming from their fabric prison, as much as your cock continues to swell sending waves of breathless, uneasy tension through your body the likes of which you've never experienced, "yeah, yeah...sure, Jon, I'll...I'm not gonna be ashamed."
"Good. Good, because...because we're friends and...and I'm just helping you out, so it's not like there's anything...untoward going on here..."
"JESUS CHRIST, JON!"
"FINE!" and he pulled on the pants, letting them rip free down the length of one leg, then the other.
The release was so great Vinny moaned, lurching forward from the floor. He felt his socks give way on his feet as they ballooned outward, swelling in proportion with the rest of him.
Jon wrapped his arms around him to catch him, but Vinny was pretty sure he'd enveloped him in an embrace first, just reflexively sweeping his arms around him in relief as he got up to his knees.
"J-Jo...Ah!" his thanks were interrupted by yet another release.
He'd never cummed so hard in his entire life, just torrents of hot, sticky spunk spraying out from him, each one seeming to take away a layer of every horrible, poisonous, scary feeling he'd experienced since this whole thing started.
"Oh God...oh thank God..."
He kept his arms wrapped around Jon, and Jon, what a sport, kept his arms around him.
And at last, it was over. Vinny opened his eyes, realizing he'd buried his face in his friend's shoulder.
"S-sorry..." was the first and, really only thing he could think to say as he pulled away from the embrace to find Jon's naked front soaked and dripping with more than just sweat, "Guess that was pretty untoward of me."
"Oh, shut up," but Jon was smiling, catching his breath, "You okay?"
"Y-yeah...I mean..." for the first time, he actually took the time to properly study his new physique. He must have grown a little taller too. He'd been a modest 5-10, but now he was able to look Jon, at 6'2, head on. And his muscles...ripped and glistening, yet not grotesquely pumped. And there, beneath his legs, a steadily deflating serpent, the sight of which would have killed his sainted Abuelita on the spot.
Yesterday...hell, this morning...he would have done anything for a body like this. But the way this had all happened, to him and Jon both... He couldn't help but feel there was some kind of catch to all of it.
"It's over," he decided on.
"Yeah," Jon nodded, getting to his feet and extending a hand to help Vinny up, "It is. But what hell WAS it?"