From their hiding places, Jeff and Herbie watched Tyrone bend his gymnastic muscled body backwards, so he could
empty the contents of the water cooler directly into his mouth. His dreadlocks swung inches off the floor, as
he guzzled down the water laced with Herbie's special formula.
When he straightened up, his dreadlocks spun around his head, and a couple of them snapped off.
"What the-?" Tyrone said. He ran his hand through his dreads and was horrified to find them coming free from
his scalp in clumps.
His Nubian skin paled to a light cocoa, and kept fading. He had his jersey tied around his waist. The
observers saw the ripped abs disappearing into his expanding paling belly. Tyrone felt exhausted. He leaned
against the wall. His spine and bones contracted. He was a head shorter. His waistband ached. He peeled it
off his football shorts, and gasped as his large jockstrap strained under his widening girth, and his stretched
out athletic supporter pouch hung like an empty bag. He tore off the jockstrap, and with it came his thick
black thatch of pubes. His crotch was hairless. His 11 inch cock was now less than 4 inches, and his orange-
sized balls looked like olives. Then his skin began to itch. Pink pimples began to erupt all over his
corpulent short body. He belched loudly, and curly red hair erupted on his smooth pink scalp and on his bald
crotch. Tyrone trembled and started to cry.