Jason collapsed to the ground in despair. The change was already starting; he could feel it. He got up off the ground slowly, swaying almost drunkenly. The circle of Speedo men moved back, knowing very well that they had won.
Jason stumbled forwards but managed to keep his balance. He quickly pulled his shorts and underpants back up over his assThe blood pounded through his head; it began.
Jason's chest thrust against his tight t-shirt and singlet.
"Please!" Jason pleaded. "Stop this!" The Speedo men laughed as the transformation continued.
Jason's fists clenched as his blue t-shirt split down the centre before falling to the ground in shreds. His arms began to thicken along with his chest, which was causing his tight white singlet to stretch across his chest. His shoes burst apart, leaving only a few remnants of a pair of Nikes. Jason grabbed the middle of the singlet and with an all-mighty rip tore it off his chest. His bronzed abs were becoming clearer by the second.
Jason looked down in horror. His feelings kept on changing back and forth...he gazed down at his shorts, which was the only clothing left on him. Over the top of the waist of his shorts, he could make out a red band that wound right around his waist. Jason looked up at the others, then back down again; he finally realised it was too late...it was his turn now.
Jason raised his arms to punch Harry for what he had done to him, but before he could land a single blow, his hands were behind Harry's head, pulling him closer. Their chests ran into each other as they began to kiss passionately. Harry's tongue forced its way into Jason's mouth and began to rub against his tongue. Jason smiled and moved his hands down to Harry's ass and began to squeeze it through the tight red speedo. Another tear filled the air; Jason's shorts split wide open across the back, showing only a red speedo where his underpants should have been. The zipper on the front shot down as his boner, (pushing tightly against the spandex material of his speedo) forced it open. Harry tore the remaing tatters from Jason's body and forced him onto the ground. Jason pulled Harry down by the waist band of his speedos and began to lick his chest. What little hair remained on Jason's legs and chest receded into his skin...Jason smiled to himself as he continued to kiss Harry.
He knew moments before he had been against the change, but now he couldn't see why. It was so good to be a Speedo fag...