While she always found this irresistible in a man, she knew it could never make her happy.
Dark hairs began to appear in swirls on his pecs, smoothly against the skin but making a distinct pattern. More black hairs grew on his forearms, although close to the skin. His thighs also darkened, and his shins had a dark dusting. The tan on his skin also darkened, and his skin glowed with vigour, and was in no way hidden by the attractive sign of his virility. A dark five o’ clock shadow spread over his lower face only emphasising his classic chiselled good looks. His thrashing reached a climax and Brittany held off, her work achieved.
“So how d’ya feel, dude?” asked Mark.
“Fuckin’ sweet, man,” replied the new jock. Mark felt a tingle of pride to hear that the innocent geek was now one of his own.
“And what’s your name, dude?”
“Name’s Sean, man, why the fuck do you ask?” and a Celtic armband tattoo appeared around his massively developed right bicep.
“Here’s Brittany, Sean.”
Sean sneered at her. “C’mon, bitch, I need to shaft your pussy.” With that the dark, blue eyed stud took her off, both as excited as she always was at the prospect of an intense jock fuck, and unsatisfied that she was to know no tenderness.
Mark knew he had twelve hours in which to make the transformation permanent by ensuring Sean fucked a woman, had a workout and played a game of football. Looked like a piece of cake.