Janine watched as Rihanna arranged the cheerleaders into a huddle and whispered to each other, becoming increasingly concerned each time they giggled to each other. After what seemed like a lifetime, all of the cheerleaders except Rihanna, who had a devilish smirk plastered on her face, left the changing room. Smugly, Rihanna announced, “So, since we’ve been watching you perving on the soccer team recently, we think that it would be great for you to get even closer to the team, so you can see them even more. Now doesn’t that sound fun, sweetie pie?” Janine said nothing, and stared at Rihanna with an indignant expression, who in turn pouted her lips and snapped her fingers in front of Janine’s face, causing her to flinch. Clearly frustrated, Rihanna practically yelled with the hypnotic watch dangling in front of Janine’s eyes, “Listen up, whore. Repeat after me: I am the captain and star striker of the team soccer team, and all I can ever think about is sports and sex.” Suddenly, Janine’s expression went blank and she droningly repeated, “I am the captain and star striker of the team soccer team, and all I can ever think about is sports and sex.” Rihanna grinned once more, before leaving the changing room, slamming the door behind her, and locking it.
Janine sighed, and looked around the room to see if she could find a mirror to watch whatever Rihanna had done to her. Sure enough, there was one on the wall beside her, so she stood up and started walking over to it, but let out a small yelp as she tripped over on the way. She glanced down at her feet, and gasped as she saw her sandals bursting apart from the size of her massive, hairy, and above all masculine feet. Her feet had been a size 6 before, and now they must have been pushing towards a size 15!
Well, of course, they’re perfect for being able to kick the ball effectively on the pitch.
What was that? Pitch? Janine had never been on any sort of pitch in her life, so where did that thought come from? However, she was quickly distracted from these questions by the numbness in her breasts, which she instinctively squeezed to see if she could feel anything. Instead, all she could feel was them flattening into her torso and solidifying underneath her blouse, her nipples growing and pointing themselves downwards. Janine gingerly rubbed her hands over her breasts, or to put it more accurately, pecs, and felt a shiver through her body as she touched her sensitive nipples. They quickly became erect from her touch, and fuck, it felt good to touch them. In fact, Janine was so caught up in the feelings that she pushed her jeans down to her knees and plunged her fingers into her quickly moistening vagina to make the most of her pleasure.
Fuck yeah, I’ve got the best chest on the team. Those hours I put in at the gym fuckin’ pay off with these gains.
As she probed her fingers around, she met her clit which she rubbed back and forth, before she realised something. It was hard, and it was swelling. Janine stared at her genitals in the mirror, her mouth agape as the tiny clit she was rubbing grew into an unimaginably sensual pillar of flesh, first one inch long, then three inches, then six, until it rested at a sizeable ten inches long and two inches thick in diameter. While she continued to massage her new organ, it quickly became encased by her labia pulling itself up into a foreskin, and the top of the shaft opening up into a urethra and reshaping until Janine was left with what was unmistakeably a penis. The remains of her female reproductive organs spilled out of her vaginal opening and swelled into egg-sized testicles to provide for her well-above average cock.
Oh yeah, gotta have a huge cock to keep the team loyal to me.
While Janine continued to beat her meat, her legs almost buckled from the intense pleasurable pulses being pumped around her body from her groin, but this only seemed to make them stronger. Her legs grew slightly, fixing the problem of her odd proportioned body and bringing her height up to 6 foot 5, and as they lengthened they packed on considerable muscle as well. Her calves bulged out to become thick and defined, and her thighs enlarged with enough solid muscle to really push the limits of her tight jeans, which were on the brink of completely falling apart.
Best legs in the county, fuck yeah. Just what you’d expect from the number one goalscorer in the school’s history.
Janine suddenly felt sick, as if she was about to throw up, as her stomach cramped up. Something in her mind told her to lift up her blouse, which she did so just in time to see her flabby stomach tighten into her body and turn into a perfect six-pack. She then almost instinctively flexed her arms, which prompted her shoulders to crack and widen apart, accommodating the sudden swelling of her admirable biceps, and her thick, being forearms and meaty hands.
Fuck, fuck, fuck... What an absolute fucker of a body.
Now left with her redheaded female face on her lean muscular male body, Janine watched with sick curiosity as her round pudgy face crunched into a hard, straight, masculine shape and her cheekbones became more defined. Her lips thinned, her nose became strongly shaped, and her eyes changed to somewhere between green and grey. Last of all, her, or rather his to be more accurate, long ginger hair shrunk into his scalp to become a short, trendy undercut, and lightened in shade to become a dirty blonde.
Yeah, this is the face of a champion, that everyone wants to kiss and fuck.
As Janine, or Jason as he was now known in his mind, fought an uphill battle with the invading forces of his new thoughts, his tattered girl’s clothing reformed around him. His shredded sandals wrapped themselves tightly around his feet and became a plastic-like hard material as they changed into lime green Nike cleats- the school team’s colour. White socks with a green stripe down the side slid up his calves snugly, and his jeans pulled themselves up his legs to become tight around his thighs. They stayed tightly pressed on him as they shifted into a smooth nylon fabric and became green shorts with his team’s logo on the front, and his erect penis was unceremoniously tucked into his panties-turned-compression shorts hidden underneath his shorts. The blouse squeezed itself close onto Jason’s torso as it became a lime green soccer jersey made of the same pleasant material which felt so good rubbing against his sensitive nipples, and looked so good as it could show off his pecs and biceps with it’s perfectly chosen fit.
Jason looked himself up and down in the mirror and ran his hands down his body once more with a smirk on his handsome face, his new brain (or lack thereof) completely taken over now, and his cock fully erect, as it always when he wore his uniform. He pushed open the door to the changing room, not that it was locked in the first place, he thought, and yelled to himself as he walked out onto the school fields, “LET’S GO FUCK UP THOSE WETHERHAM HIGH RUNTS!!” to faint cheers in response from other students passing by.