Jeff thought about it long and hard, or as hard as he could with his mushy brain. "T shirt", he finally muttered. Simon smiled; "Good choice, dude. I'm sorry it worked out this way. I genuinely did want to turn you into a jock like me. Maybe the stink was too powerful. I think your going to like this, though. Wrap your arms around me!".
Jeff nodded stupidly, a line of drool dripping out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Simon's shirtless frame and hugged. He only came up to chest height on Simon, and he couldn't wrap his arms around him he was so large. Jeff rubbed his face through Simon's sweaty chest rug. He loved how Simon smelled. He would be smelling it forever now!
"Don't worry dude, I'll wear you as long as I can. And I will never wash you, so you can get as stinky and rank as possible. When you eventually wear out, I will still keep you as a cumrag or something", Simon explained.
Jeff soon felt himself wrapping around Simon. His arms joined around Simon's back and it felt like they were getting wider. Simon's face pressed tighter against the hairy chest. He lost all sense of sight as his face was pushed into the thatch of hair. Jeff felt his arms wrap around Simon again. It felt so strange, with his body stretching and elongating around this jock. Pretty soon, the change was done.
Jeff had lost his sense of sight, but he still could taste, smell, and hear. He found he could smell and taste all of Simon's body, where his fabric touched. He could smell the rank BO coming from the hairy thatched under each of Simon's massive, muscular arms. He could feel the bushes tickling and rubbing against his fabric body. The hairs tasted like salty jock sweat. Jeff could feel his sweaty chest hairs all over his body, too. Jeff was in heaven. He was surrounded by this jocks sweat and stink and hair.
Jeff could also feel that his fabric hugged Simon very tight. Simon's huge frame stretched the fabric. He could feel his fibers contract and expand when Simon breathed, his huge barrel chest going in and out.
"There you go, is that good?", Simon asked. "No I'm going to get out and practice on the field. You think I'm smelly now? Just wait until after practice!"
With that Simon ran on the field and began to workout. Nasty sweat poured from the hairy pit bushes, soaking Jeff's fibers. The stink got worse and worse, and Jeff could taste and smell it all. As the stink permeating his very being, Jeff realized he was perfectly content with his fate.