When Tyler went to the bathroom, Jeff fired up the Chronovac. He made another XL letterman jacket, with patches for football, basketball, and baseball. On the shoulder was a patch that said “ALL DISTRICT QUARTERBACK,” with a QB depicted in mid-throw. On the chest was a captain’s C. Jeff got pumped as as he held up the jacket. It was the jacket of a leader on the gridiron. With this, Tyler could take the team to State Finals.
But the ideal quarterback isn’t a submissive twink. This jacket would change Tyler into a studly alpha male top. Which would mean that Jeff will lose access to that tight hole and perfect ass. Jeff browsed more options on the Chronovac looking for a solution.
He remembered how the Pump jockstrap had turned him gay, so he browsed the underwear for something only a bottom would wear. And he finally found it: a pair of white mesh briefs that looked normal in the front, but turned into nothing but an ass-hugging cheek window in the back. There was even a thin strap for the ass crack that gave the effect of a thong. No one but a thirsty, dick-crazed slut would wear this.
When Tyler returned, Jeff gave Tyler the underwear.
“Bro, I got you something. I thought it would look perfect on that bubble butt of yours.”
“Thanks, stud,” said Tyler as he slipped the briefs on. He turned around to show Jeff as he adjusted the window and strap in the back. Jeff gave Tyler’s cheeks a hard slap, to which Tyler gave a yelp.
Tyler put back on his cheerleading uniform.
“Let’s get on your Harley; we can’t be late for the game!” said Tyler.
“Wait, I heard it’s gonna be cold soon. Why don’t you wear my jacket?” said Jeff as he handed Tyler the new jacket. His own jacket was hidden safely underneath his bed.
“I love being your kept boy.”
“No, you’re my kept bitch,” Jeff smirked, noting how the massive jacket draped over Tyler’s short, twinky figure, and covered most of his short shorts. Tyler pushed back the far-too long sleeves up to his elbows.
“Hey, I never saw this patch before. You’re a captain now?”
“No, you are, said Jeff. “And a quarterback.”
Before Tyler could express his confusion, he suddenly became naked underneath the jacket, with the Chronovac’s underwear the only thing remaining.
“What the fuck!” screamed Tyler.
Tyler started scratching his chest uncontrollably. Suddenly, it became covered in thick, curly hair, which spread across his shoulders and down to his exposed forearms. It grew down his abs and connected to his dick, before spreading to his legs. Yet his ass remained perfectly smooth.
“No! I don’t wanna be a Sasquatch!”
Tyler felt his bones creaking and cracking as his limbs lengthened. He shot up ten inches until he towered at 6’3”, with long, broad shoulders. His feet and hands grew huge as well. Electrical jolts pulsed across his body as his muscles started contracting and releasing uncontrollably. He felt them swell with blood, then they burned as they grew against his tight skin. His biceps became boulders and his forearms became thick but streamlined. His solid triceps and delts made the leather sleeves of his jacket bulge outwards, while his thick neck pushed out the striped band of the collar.
Tyler’s pecs grew out into a chiseled shelf of solid flesh. Across his chest appeared a tattoo, reading “SNIPER”. This was his nickname at school, where everyone knew him as the boy with the golden arm, with a strength and accuracy unmatched in the division, and perhaps the state. His abs were already defined from his former self as a gymnast, but the peaks and valleys moved even further from each other as he gained even more hard-earned strength from lifting with the team. Finally, his legs bulged out and his calves became thick and powerful—perfect for running the ball when he needed to.
They became covered by a tight-fitting pair of jeans from A&F, and Tyler now had a wifebeater and a red checkered western shirt underneath his jacket. He kept his softly-featured boyish face and button nose, but his brown curls shortened into a high-and-tight. It gave him a hard-edged military air that made no one question his leadership in the team. Inside his head, he fought to keep his memories of his old self, but eventually the memories of playing football and basketball replaced all his other activities. Dancing and flips and cheers were erased as he gained field vision and a head full of football strategy.
Tyler was now the star quarterback of the school, and captain in all his sports. He was the ultimate alpha jock, who could have first pick of all the girls. But no one knew that the only thing he wanted was to have guys stick their cocks into him and fill him up with warm cum. No one, that is, but Jeff, who would fuck him before school, during lunch, and before and after practice every single day.