Hand on his crotch, Mark somehow made his way open to one of the small
windows along the ceiling of the locker room, barely managing to open
it with a grunt.
His stomach continued to expand as the air cleared, the tickle of
blond hairs spreading across his ass, chubby stomach and chest. His
ears gained a slight protrusion, nose barely upturned.
The changes stopped, his mind beginning to clear along with the
others. Looking Around everyone on the team was about as far along as
him, while Simon was further along. Simon had pointed ears, an
upturned and thicker nose, tusks sticking out of his lips, a short
curly tail above his thick ass, hairs across his body.
Mark was still hard, even though the effects of the spray had stopped
he was still horny and still turned on by the other guys. By the looks
of it, so were the other guys. Simon seemed to have lost quite a bit
of intelligence, his hand stroking his member as he grunted, pulling
it out, a sheath holding it to his stomach, his dick now longer and
skinny, the head slightly deformed.
Mark pulls his own cock out of his tented jock strap, absentmindedly
stroking as he notices he now has a foreskin, half of which is
attached to his chubby, fuzzy stomach, his member still thick and
human though.
Mark's best friend Justin came over at the sight of his exposed
member, dropping to his knees, giving a grunt as he took Mark's cock
into his mouth, working it with his tongue like a pro.
Everyone in the room was jacking or sucking, bringing themselves to
completion. Mark finally shot his load down Justin's throat coming
back to his senses, his leg covered in Justin's cum. He rose Justin
up, giving him a kiss "Fuck dude, what did we get ourselves into?" he
asked.