Crap. Now Jeff had to replace his boxers. Thankfully, he had a machine that could create clothes. Browsing underwear options, one pair caught his eye. It was a PUMP brand jock, in red, white, and blue patterning, and a slightly shiny micromesh that reminded him of the material in football jerseys. A masculine and sporty jockstrap for a masculine and sports-loving jock. He selected it and slipped it on. It framed his massive package well. But little did he know that the typical wearer of such a piece was a gay club-goer.
The back and sides of his hair stayed short, but the rest of it grew into a stylish undercut that enhanced his now boyish good looks. Holes emerged in his ears , then widened until half-inch sky blue plugs suddenly appeared inside. Jeff suddenly remembered these were a liability during wrestling season, but since it's still fall, his football coach didn't care what went on under his helmet as long as his head was in the game. Jeff usually carried out coach's plays as a fullback well, but sometimes, he just couldn't help but think about all the big, padded asses on the field in those shiny tight football pants. He'd often fondle his massive member absent-mindedly until Coach yelled at him. Wait, what's with all this gay shit he's suddenly remembering? He wasn't gay before!
Underneath his letterman jacket, his white football t-shirt (with blue lettering) was cut deep at the sides to show off not only his solid arms, but his massive lats and abs. It was a bit man-slutty, but it got him primo ass on the weekends. The letterman jacket was also a guy magnet as well. Completing the outfit, Jeff pulled up his pants--no longer ratty old Levis, but raw denim bootcut jeans. He paired them with boat shoes and no socks.
Someone knocked at the window. It was Tyler, the 5'5" gymnast and cheerleader. He was in his cheerleader uniform: a tight white muscle tee with a blue stripe across and the name TIGERS, and a white pair of short shorts that let show a bit of his black compression underwear.
"It's game day", said Tyler. "You know what that means! We need to do everything in our power to make sure you're focused for tonight's game! Breed me, and get it all out of your system, stud."