As Simon begins pumping up and down on Cody's erect member, the hat continues invading Cody's mind and changing it to more closely resemble those of his attackers. Hips buckling, Cody begins to see flashes of memories that he has never recalled before: spending summer mornings in the high school weight room with his football teammates, getting pumped for the game in the locker room--reveling in the familiar mustiness of high school jocks--doing laps around the football field for conditioning, and always being by his friends: Simon, Devon, Joe, and Jeff. Moaning loudly as he approaches climax, his body begins to grow warm.
"It's happening, dude!" Devon yells out and he scratches the bush of hair above his monstrous cock. Feeling almost nothing but the firm grip of Simon's hand around his dick, he feels as his chest begins to feel heavier: His pecs, which once laid flush against the rest of his chest, begins protruding and packing on lean muscle--closely resembling Simon. At the same time, his shoulders broaden as he takes on the form of Simon and Devon. His deltoids, triceps, biceps, and forearms all grow warm and begin to expand, giving Simon the appearance of a jock who has ignored leg day far too long.
"No going back, now, Cody..." Simon says as he quickens the pace of his pumps.
"Unh, I-" Cody is cut off by a dull pain in his legs. Slightly lifting his capped head off the floor, he watches in disbelief as his feet get farther away from him. While doing this, his feet also grow to a pretty impressive size, requiring a huge pair of football cleats by Devon's estimate. His calves and thighs bulk up quickly after his legs stop growing--leaving him at the relatively towering height of 6'3. As his quads expand and reach the perfect size for a football jock, Cody finally comes. His cock is the last part of him to grow, and it expands in Simon's hand to reach a girthy six inches. As his legs buckle for the last time as his climax comes to an end, the last vestiges of Cody's old self are washed away. As a final touch, the backwards hat changes Cody's hairstyle to one more fitting for his new status as a football jock: faded on the sides with just a little bit of styled-up length on top. As the new memories settle into Cody's mind, he absent-mindedly adjusts the ball cap on his head and moves to lift himself up.
"Here, bro. I got you." His best bro Simon is standing over him, offering him his hand.
"Thanks, bro." Cody reaches and takes Simon's hand, his fellow jock easily able to lift him up and give him a quick dap up. Looking at two of his best friends, Cody begins to notice how they are wearing only jockstraps while he still has a pair of shorts around his feet and no top. Most importantly, though, he's got no jockstrap.
"Yo, why don't I have my jockstrap on?" Cody asks as he begins looking around for one.
"Dude," Devon says, "I think you left all your clothes except those and that hat at your mom's place. We gotta get you some new ones."
"Shoot, let's go, then." Cody says as he is thrown as a spare pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater by Simon.
"We also gotta get you your football jersey and equipment from Coach, dude. Where you wanna go first?" Simon says as he grabs his keys.