"What the HELL is happening to me?" the Jock sobs. Hard spasms of grief rack his body. All he can think is that he is a hideous freak and that he'll never be able
to play any type of sport again.
Derek is really moved by the Jock's reaction. He had no idea that the Jock would be so devistated. Personally, he would have LOVED to have such freaky giant
feet...just thinking about it gives Derek a semi-erection.
Seeing the Jock in pain brings out Derek's empathy. He walks around to the back of the chair the Jock is sitting on and begins massaging his shoulders and upper
back. Since the Jock is used to trainers and therapists massaging him both before and after games, he starts relaxing and enjoying himself, he grief slowly abating as
he starts to glow with pleasure. Soon, his head drifts forward and his eyes partially close.
"Don't worry, Man," Derek says soothingly, "it will all be ok. You'll see."
"...all be ok...I'll see." mumbles the Jock.
"Everythign will work out fine." continues Derek in a low voice.
"...work out fine." mutters the Jock.
By now, Derek is getting curious as to what else the Jock might repeat or even do. He decides to test his luck and says, "Yes, everything will be fine, Dude. And
now your arm is feelign so light that it begins to float up in the air by itself."
Within a few seconds the Jock...