Blake Davison couldn't be more unlike Paul if he tried. The Football linebacker was a towering 6-foot, five-inches and seemed to be a solid wall of muscle. The tall blond always wore athletic apparel, even in the dead of winter as snow fell - shorts, socks, tight shirts, and everything branded by popular athletic brands like Nike and UnderArmour. Swallowing slightly, Paul opened the dryer and started rummaging through the clothes within. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, just to see if anything that the jock was washing looked interesting to him. Quickly, Paul's hands found a pair of black-and-red UnderArmour compression shorts, the black front joined to the red back to create a stunning two-tone look. Swallowing slightly, he continued digging - pulling out a pair of black UnderArmour gym shorts - the white logo on the knee standing in stark contrast to the black fabric, as he also pulled out a red UnderArmour Compression shirt and a pair of red football socks, also UnderArmour Branded.
Glancing around anxiously, Paul stuffed the clothes into his shorts and quickly retreated back to his dorm room, thankful that his roommate was out of town for the weekend. Closing the door behind him, Paul dropped his ill-gotten goods onto his bed and looked at them for a few long moments. Swallowing slightly, the young Sophomore glanced to make sure the blinds in his room were closed before he started to strip. He had admired Blake from afar for awhile, but knew that the hyper-straight jock would never even give him a second glance. His cock was half-hard as he looked over the stolen clothes, raising the compression shorts to his nose and inhaling slowly - getting a hard whiff of Blake's cologne, making his cock twitch slightly before he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, pulling on the Compression Shorts.
For a few moments, they were comically large on him - but he didn't care. The fact that he was wearing something that Blake had ensuring that his cock was quickly rock-hard in his stolen shorts. And then, suddenly, he felt light-headed. Groaning slightly, Paul felt a desperate need to start jerking off. His left hand seized his cock within the shorts, and he began quickly masturbating. A thick groan slipped from his lips as he stroked his cock - some part of his mind outside the sudden haze of lust telling him that his cock felt larger than it should. His legs were cracking and lengthening - muscle swelling along their length as his brown hair began to lighten as it retracted into his skull, becoming a religiously-maintained side-fade hair cut. His brown eyes lightened to blue as he continued to jerk off - his biceps and chest bulking up as well as he continued to stroke. Muscle swelled across his body as he continued to jerk off his now 7" cock and his face changed shape - losing the bit of pudge he had sported as his cheekbones pressed out, his jawline strengthened, a cleft appeared in his chin, and his nose grew a little longer.
By the time his cum spewed from his cock all over his new six-pack abs and chest, he was a physical doppelganger of Blake Davison, and the stolen compression shorts fit him like a glove. Groaning deeply in a voice that wasn't his made Paul freeze for a moment, his mind finally catching up with his changes. He looked over his muscular, hairy arms and his cum-splattered torso before scrambling to his feet - the room seeming much shorter than before - as he sprinted to the mirror on the back of the door.
"Holy Shit!" He breathed anxiously in Blake's voice as he stared at himself in the mirror. The scrawny sophomore had become a muscle god senior.