After locking the door behind Brian, Seth grabs his backpack and heads upstairs to his room. He dumps the backpack on the floor next to his desk, turns on his TV, and sits down to play a few rounds of Call of Duty. After only his first match, though, Seth begins feeling fatigued. Going to shut off his console, he is shocked that his whole body burns with soreness as he slowly gets up.
"What on Earth? Why am I this sore?" Able to get up, Seth slowly walks to his bathroom and fills a cup with water. After chugging it, he inspects himself in the mirror. Everything seems normal, so Seth shrugs and heads to his bed. "Let's see if I'm still this sore in the morning." He painstakingly takes off his shoes and jeans, which seem to have gotten tighter, before pulling on a pair of baggy pajama pants. Still shivering from how cold it is inside his house, Seth leaves the Jock Jacket on and goes to bed.
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Opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling, Seth sits up in his bed and yawns. He pushes the sheets off and gets out of bed. Pleasantly surprised by his lack of soreness, he heads to the bathroom to pee. Passing by the mirror above his sink, though, he is shocked by the reflection he sees. Instead of the skinny skater he used to be, he now resembles a jock in every way: instead of a shaggy head of hair, Seth now has a high fade and only a little length of hair at the top of his head. His jaw is a bit more square than it used to be, but his face has remained the same. Shrugging the Jock Jacket off and pulling the T-shirt off over his head, he gasps as he looks at the rest of his body: His shoulders have broadened considerably, and his delts have more than doubled in size. Feeling the sudden urge to flex, Seth gives in and is amazed by his biceps, triceps, and forearms popping under his skin, which has become more tan than he remembers. Bringing his arms down, Seth inspects his chest. His pecs, which once laid almost flush against the rest of his chest, now stick out. His abs have come to the surface, giving Seth a noticeable six-pack. Stepping out of the pajama pants, which had become too tight overnight, Seth stares down at his new tree trunk legs. Lastly, Seth pulls down his underwear to see his new junk. It's much longer, and much girthier. His sack now hangs down a fair bit lower, and upon bringing a hand to investigate, he shudders with pleasure as his enhanced member is ready to explode.