Parker promptly groaned as he put in the effort, pulling down his pants bit by bit, slowly showing more and more of his straining, obviously poor fitting boxers and bulging, well toned legs - the quads pushing out to the front and flexing casually with each movement, and the thighs tapering nicely and leading to a well formed bubble butt, the focus of any woman's admiration and attention in skinny jeans. Parker breathed as soon as his pants were off, and said, "Whew...damn, that was...really damn tight. And uh Dale..." Parker looked at him for a moment, "Did you say...?"
Tom seemed to immediately become excited all of a sudden, and asked, "Oh uh...not to pry or anything, but do you uh...like men, Dale?"
Dale realized what Tom was asking, and shook his head, "N-Not much, I'm just mostly straight. Y'know, no homo, I mean, you're obviously a good looking dude Parker...seriously, check yourself out!"
Tom seemed to sigh and mutter something to himself along the lines of "of course all the hot ones are straight..." The others just let Tom be Tom though, and they decided to do some more gaming. Tom joined them before long, having a very difficult time keeping his eyes off of husky, large Dale and toned, hot Parker.
Dale was by now wondering if the jacket might work for repeat performances, because he was wondering if he might get even bigger at another bit of exposure. The more he got used to this body, the more he liked how big and thick he was. Dale found himself looking over at Parker as the two of them started a match in game.
Deciding to do some interference IRL, Dale outright reached over quickly and slapped Parker's prominent ass from where he was seated. This made Parker gasp in a surprising spike of sensation. Parker scolded him, blushing at the fact his manhood, now much larger than it usually was, was getting to be half hard from the feeling, "Dude! Hands off my booty!"
Tom just seemed so confused by their interplay, especially when Parker took his revenge by tweaking Dale's nipple, making the bigger jock outright moan and screw up a button input, leading to Parker's victory. "F-Fuck! Dude!" Dale shouted, looking over at Parker, "No fair! You made me screw up!"
Fred sighed and figured he couldn't well mediate a spat between the jocks unless he took the jump into becoming one himself. Tom just shrugged and figured this was jocks being jocks.
"You know how it is, big man, no homo!" Parker said with an audacious grin.
"No homo, is it?" Dale glowered at him, starting to work things over in his head, "Well you sure seem to be enjoying yourself for a guy spouting off all the jock stereotype lingo."
"That's cuz you slapped my ass! I-I'm still adjusting..." Parker started with a blush on his face even still, "You know, like, my body's all buff and stuff, and I've got all this testosterone going on. I'd probably---"
"Probably what, Parker?" Dale asked, his vocal tone fully given to teasing Parker.
"...need some...alone time. To, y'know, make sure I'm---"
"You need to jerk off, bro?" Dale asked, cupping his own groin and thrusting a little into his hand.
Tom tried to interject, "Now, before this all gets INCREDIBLY homoerotic...can we decide who's getting the great and powerful jacket, to which you newly minted bros owe all of your muscular glory?"
Fred whispered under his breath, biting his lip, "Bit late for the "before" part..."
Dale and Parker looked at one another for a moment, contemplating what to do with this. Fred and Tom might want a turn, but both were curious to see what might happen to them with another bit of exposure. And Dale was starting to really feel the same surging testosterone Parker was if anything even more intensely. He was starting to think about going off and just...taking care of his business. Before coming back and hanging out with the guys.
Just...make sure he didn't spring a boner at the wrong time...
And so the decision was made.