Simon slowly started to wake up. He'd been having the strangest of
dreams. Mark and the rest of the football playing bullies from had
school had all been there but it was totally messed up. They'd turned
him into a jock like them for a start and then...a smile started to
form on Simon's lips as he remembered what had happened next.
Strange, but nice. Who knew his imagination was capable of conjuring
up such a beautiful woman and a most pleasurable experience. Pity
those sort of events were confined to his own head. He closed his eyes
and let his hands wander down to his penis.
His eyes snapped open with astonishment at what he'd found down there.
As he brought his hands back from under the covers he realised how
much larger they suddenly seemed, almost like catcher's mitts. And not
just that - there were veins in them now, the skin was golden and
smooth, flawless. And yet despite their increased size, they could
barely contain his thick meat.
He leaped out of bed and over to the bedroom mirror and gawped and
then began grinning at the sight that met him. He bulged out
everywhere with beautiful definition, but he was impossibly ripped and
shredded, a layer of tight tan skin barely stretched over every body
part. Square pecs, powerful arms, a broad back and shoulders, a flat
defined stomach and a big cock…all leading up to an angel’s beautiful,
innocent, jocked-out face. Even the Adam’s apple that resided on his
thick neck was beautiful.
"Fuck" he said out loud and heard his 'new' voice for what felt like
the time - deep and dripping with masculinity. "What the fuck happened
to me?" He liked that word 'fuck' and vowed to use it more often from
now on. It fitted who he was now, tough and sexy.
As if to answer, the door suddenly swung open and Mark swaggered in.
With a cocky grin to meet Sean's own. "Morning fucker, ready for your
first game?'