Brian, another scummy jock was the next to make a change.
"Bruce you're a fuckin' legend. But now your name is Steve and you're
42, the same age as Joey's dad. You still work on the bins and now
you're a fat, bald, single loser who hangs around with us because you
make us look better."
As soon as Brian finished his sentence, Bruce began to change. His
muscles melted away, replaced with excess fat around his waist, his
face became rounder and older. The jocks watched as Bruce became
Steve. His short hair receded into his head, leaving a shiny bald head
in its place.
Bruce, now Steve, looked at the jocks, then down at his thick and
meaty paws. He was now covered in hair, more than before.
"Gimme a fuckin pint mate!" he bellowed in his baritone voice.