After watching the transformed Max making out with the other Speedo-clad guy, Colin turned away and slumped down against the door. He was still exhausted from the struggle to get Max and his brother Michael out of the bathroom after they became infected. His mind still couldn't process what had happened at the party. One minute, everything was normal - the next, guys left and right were magically transforming into muscle bound fags wearing nothing but a pair of tight red Speedos.
He was too preoccupied with those thoughts to notice as the Trojan Speedo was pushed under the door and gently bunched up against his backside. Nor did he notice the slight tingling on the his skin closest to the Speedo as the magical pair of briefs began to influence his mind.
The other guys in the bathroom were nervously discussing what to do next. Colin was too overwhelmed, so he rested his head against the door and let his mind wander to the scenes he had witnessed earlier. It seemed like all it took was a kiss or a bite from one of the Speedo Fags and you were doomed to become one of them. His friends who were pudgy or average at best quickly gained hard, perfect bodies that would make an Olympic swimmer envious. Colin thought about his own attempts to get in better shape and the lackluster results he was seeing. He suddenly felt a pang of jealousy toward his infected friends - they gained the results of years in the gym within seconds. His cock began to stir as he imagined what having a body like that would feel like. The strength and power, envious looks from men and lustful looks from women, the confidence of being a perfect example of masculinity...
And the Speedos. What was with that? Every infected guy saw whatever underwear they were wearing morph into a perfect pair of tight, red Speedos. Of course it kinda made sense - with a body like that, a Speedo is a perfect way to show it off to the world. He had never worn one himself. What would it feel like to have that nylon/lycra material hugging his waist? It would probably feel incredible to stroke his cock and rub his ass through a tight Speedo...or to have someone else do it. If he made it out of here in one piece, he resolved to stop by the local sporting goods store to get a pair. Maybe some red ones...
His cock was really hard by this point. The other guys assumed he was still recovering from the struggle, but Colin's mind was sinking deeper into fantasies of hard bodies and red Speedos. With a body like that, Colin imagined himself getting any girl he wanted. But would a girl ever truly understand the magnificence of his perfection? Maybe...if he were to get a body like that...only another of his kind would be able to completely satisfy him. Colin became rock hard at the thought of experimenting with other Speedo-clad muscle men. Running his hands over their hard bodies while they pleasured his cock and ass through his Speedo. Only a few minutes ago these thoughts would have made him wretch, but now....now he desperately wanted to explore these new urges.
The sensation of tingling on Colin's lower back and ass was now almost as strong as his throbbing erection. As he absently moved his hand back to investigate, he stopped instantly as he brushed something silky on the floor behind him. He slowly drew the Trojan Speedo around and simply stared at it in wonder. Running the smooth nylon/lycra between his fingers was the most incredible thing he had ever felt. God he wanted to try it on.
"Dude....where the FUCK did you get that?"
Colin snapped out of his Speedo-fueled lust to see the rest of the guys in the bathroom staring at him with horrified looks. Still in a daze, Colin had to make them understand.
"Guys, I...I think we should give in to them. Just think how amazing it would be to have bodies like that..."
All acting at once, the guys pounced on Colin and shoved him out the door. Compared to Michael and Max, he offered no resistance.