"Let's go to Coach's office and get my stuff for football," Cody says while slipping on the basketball shorts and wife beater.
"Sounds good to me," Simon says while opening the front door. The trio of jocks make their way to Simon's car and begin the drive to Coach's office.
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Pulling into a parking space next to the west wing of the high school where Coach's office is, Cody checks himself out in the window's reflection before hopping out of the car.
"Follow us, bro," Devon says as they enter the building. The air conditioning makes the hair on Cody's newly muscular arms stand up, as the tank top offers little warmth. Walking down the empty hallway, Cody only hears noise coming from one room—probably some teacher working after school hours. Reaching the end of the hallway, Simon walks up to a door tucked in the corner and knocks.
"Come in!" A voice calls from inside. Simons opens the door and the three walk inside. Sitting at his desk, Coach is a middle-aged man, tan, muscular, and with a short fade similar to Cody's. He's wearing an athletic polo in the team colors, and he's wearing a pair of khaki pants. "Ah! Simon, Devon, how are you two?"
"We're doing great, Coach," Simons says as he brings his muscular arm up and around Cody's shoulder, "We just wanted you to meet our bud Cody. He's wanting to join the football team."
"Cody, you say?" Coach stands up from his office chair and extends his hand toward Cody, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Nice you to meet you too, Coach," Cody says as he accepts Coach's handshake.
"Now," Coach says while sitting back down and grabbing a manila folder and pen from a shelf behind him, "What position do you play?"
"Uh..." Cody begins but is cut off by Simon.
"I think he's the perfect build for a wide receiver, what do you think?"
"Hm... Pretty tall and lean. Do you run fast?"
"I think I run pretty fast," Cody responds unsurely.
"Then wide receiver sounds good to me! We can make sure at practice tomorrow, though." Coach shuts the manila folder, sets the pen down, and scoots his chair to a box sitting by his desk. "Let's see here... number 14?" Coach pulls out a football jersey from the box and tosses it to Cody. Holding it up to his chest, it looks like a fit. "Perfect," Coach says while quickly writing the number down. "Alright! You're all set! Tomorrow at practice we'll get you situated with a locker and your equipment. Welcome to the team!"
"Thank you, Coach," Cody says as Simon opens the door to leave. "See ya tomorrow, Coach!" Devon says as he shuts the door behind the three. Back in the hallway, Simon begins punching Cody in the arm. "Look at our new wide receiverrrr!"
"Hahaha," Cody laughs as Simon and Devon begin joyfully yelling. Looking down at the jersey in his hands, he runs a hand across the mesh and studies the stitching of the team name. After only a second of looking at it, though, he is hit in the side by a door.
"Woah, dude! Watch it," Simon says angrily at a teacher standing by the door that just smacked Cody.
"Why don't you three keep it down?! Some of us are trying to do our jobs and don't need meatheads like you three out here yelling like hooligans!"
"Well maybe you should've asked us to quiet down before slamming your door into my shoulder," Cody says as he rubs where the door smacked him.
"I shouldn't have to ask! Any self-respecting person would know that a school hallway is not the place to start screaming like that." The teacher grabs the doorknob before continuing, "It's meatheads like you three that make this school suck." Going to close the door, he is suddenly stopped by Simon, who is holding the door open with his massive arm.
"Us," he says as he gets closer to teacher, "Ruining the school? I say, it's whiny and pathetic teachers like you that drag us down." He takes his hand and pushes the door fully open against the wall, making a loud banging sound as the door hits the stopper full-force. Menacingly walking into the teacher's office, the teacher braces himself against his desk as the trio walks in. "How about we show you what it's like to be one of us 'meatheads?'"
Cody shuts the door to the teacher's office as Simon pulls his tank top off and drops his shorts. Apparently too frightened and shocked to scream, the teacher helplessly looks on as Simon pulls his jockstrap down, wraps the tank around his monstrous dick, jack offs, and cums. "Lemme get some of the jock sweat, Devon."
"Of course." Devon lifts his own tank top up, revealing a glistening chest covered in hair. Simon quickly rubs the cum-splattered tank top over Devon's chest and armpits before wadding it up into a tight ball. "Open up," Simons orders the teacher.
"Wha-what? What the fuck? No!"
At this, Devon screams a horrific and guttural cry and flips one of the chairs in front of the desk against the wall. The teacher cowers at Devon's display and opens his mouth as tears begin to stream down his skinny, sunken-in face. Simon wads the tank top into the teacher's mouth and forces the teacher to bite down on it—releasing the absorbed fluids into his mouth. The teacher's face grows red as he gags on the surely salty and musty tank top. Cody watches as the teacher begins to change: Firstly, his face fills out a bit and his wrinkles disappear—restoring a youthful look that had surely been gone for decades. As he continues sucking on the tank top, Cody watches as the teacher's previously receded hairline creeps its way forward and darkens from its growing gray state to be a rich auburn color. Wanting to see the changes continue, Simon orders the teacher to lift his arms up. Complying, Simon yanks the teacher's button-down off, exposing his changing chest: His pecs expand, reaching a size that makes his nipples point down. As the changes reach his abdomen, his abs come to the surface, endowing the teacher with a defined six-pack. At the same time, a healthy tan complexion moves its way down from his face to the rest of his body—a welcome change from his previous sickly pale color.
"Pants off, now," Simon commands.
Moving awkwardly because of his rapidly changing body, the teacher undoes his belt and squirms out of his too-small khakis. Standing there in a pair of tight boxers and still sucking on that tank top, the teacher continues changing: His waist has grown bigger simply because he used to be so puny, and his boxers do nothing to hide his lengthening dick. Whimpering out of discomfort, the teacher's legs grow longer, stopping with the teacher now being eye-level with Cody. He begins stepping out of his loafers out of his own volition, pained by their sudden tightness on his growing feet. Surprising even Simon, the teacher's toes rip out of the front of the dress socks, showing off the teacher's newly hairy toes.
Lastly, the teacher begins packing on muscle everywhere else. His thin and lanky arms grow dramatically, reaching the sizes of the jocks he has despised for so long. His calves pop out, giving them the diamond shape so many guys crave. His thighs bulge with muscle as his shoulders simultaneously broaden, and his traps grow to give him the iconic meathead look. Sucking the last bit of fluid out of the fabric in his mouth, the teacher's throat begins to itch as his vocal cords change to give him a deeper, jock voice. While his voice is changing, his scalp also tingles as his hair retracts to give him a high fade to better fit in with the rest of the jocks.
Satisfied, Simon wrenches the tank top out of the teacher's mouth. Coughing and sputtering, he says, "What did you... do to me?" He looks himself over, horrified that these three jocks have made him into one of them. Standing in his underwear and looking up at the three, he blushes when he sees the big, hairiest one stroking his erect dick through his jockstrap.
"How's it feel, bro," Devons asks as his hips buck and he approaches climax.
Confused and disgusted, the teacher turns to the tallest guy, the one who came into the tank top he had been sucking on.
"Yo, Cody. Can you do the next part?"
"Yeah." This jock, named Cody apparently, with a football jersey draped over his burly shoulder, lifts his armpit up and walks closer to him.
"Shove that face of yours into his armpit now," Simon tells him. Appalled at the thought, but also disgustingly curious, the teacher inches his face closer to Cody's pit. Having learned from Simon and Devon, Cody takes the teacher by the back of the head and shoves his face into his pit.
"Oomph," the teacher cries out as he is overcome by the odor and sweat of Cody's pit. Holding his breath, he has no choice but to gasp for air after a while. Breathing in the scent, he feels his mind getting foggy. All of the sudden, all he wants to do is breath in the musk more. Taking sniff after sniff, he continues clouding his mind with his newfound jockhood until he can barely remember anything of his previous life. Pushing the teacher away before he's too far gone, Simon asks, "What's your name, bro?"
"Thomas," the former teacher says with the signature crooked, dumb jock grin.
"Alright, Tom, I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"I need you to jack off to make sure these changes are permanent."
"What changes?"
"Yikes," Simons says, "Might've let you sniff a bit too long. Uh, nothing! But don't you wanna jack off right now, empty those balls of all that built up jock seed?"
"Yeah, I guess that'd be pretty nice." He pulls his underwear down and wraps his newly enlarged hand around his even more so enlarged dick. Beginning to pump up and down, it doesn't take long for his dick to be fully erect and his hips to start bucking.
"Unhhh. I-I'm coming!" His dick spews a solid line of cum several feet away, and he moans with pleasure. Devon climaxes at the same time, moaning stupidly. As he's coming, the last memories of Tom's old life dissipate, leaving him as a seventeen year-old, high-school football jock meathead. Feeling a pat on the back, Tom turns to see his bro Simon handing him a folded wife beater and basketball shorts. Wondering why he's butt-naked, he casually slips on the clothes and accepts a pair of old sneakers from his other friend Cody.
"Now that we've got Tom, too, you both need new clothes," Devon says as he pulls his shorts up.
"One sec," Simon says with his jock grin, "Let's introduce Tom here to Coach, too."