"...Jake, is that you?"
The voice coming from in there was definitely familiar to Jake, though he didn't immediately recognize who exactly it was. Being that he had changed so much, even his mind had altered a certain amount, making him less capable of remembering certain people. Yeah, it was also becoming difficult to think up any of his old nerdy topics. Even so, he decided against bullying or shoving his friend around.
"Hey...uh, Tim...hey, man's its been a while. Cmon out, I won't hurt you. Promise."
Slowly, the door to the stall opened, and Tim walked out, standing shorter and skinnier than his old friend Jake. He did admit, Jake was...rather incredible looking as he was now. While he could still recognize his friend in the large jock's face, he had turned quite different looking. "So...Jake...what happened to you? I mean...you're so...so..." A million words came to Tim's mind, but few of them seemed applicable, and the others felt just plain weird to express to Jake.
"I...don't honestly know, Tim. And I don't really care. Whatever is doing this to me, I am loving it."
Tim gulped a little when Jake punctuated that by flexing his right arm. "But...are you sure you won't, like, not be Jake any more? I mean, you never...uh, talked like that, to a mirror before."
Jake grinned, a display of confidence, and slapped Tim lightly on the back, "Don't worry, bud, I won't forget you any time soon. We'll be friends no matter what happens to me." Though he did admit, maybe even that was a bit too strong for Tim, because it sent the smaller male tumbling a little. "Though...I am gonna say you should probably look into lifting weights."
Tim knew he should, but guys like Jake and those other jocks in the weight room frightened him. Though Jake still seemed friendly, if a little not used to his strength. "O-Okay, I'll try." With that, Tim excused himself and left the room.
Jake watched him leave with a thought on his mind; Maybe, whatevers changing me, I could somehow get it to change Tim, too.
Jake looked at himself in the mirror, yeah, he'd try, but he didn't exactly know how long he'd be able to keep hold of that. He still had fifteen minutes, he judged by looking at his cellphone. Looking out at the door after Tim left, Jake took off the jacket again and continued by taking off his shirt, admiring how he looked in just his tank top. He made his pecs bounce a few times, pounding his strong abdominals, and flexing with one arm while holding his jacket and shirt in the other. Damn am I good looking, he thought to himself. Maybe he could try to get laid soon - while girls laughed off Jake the nerd, he'd probably get a different reaction from them now. Just the thought of sex, though, got him horned up - before long, he had a raging erection in his boxers.
He had never felt such a wild need before, maybe it was just his beefed up, powerful form doing this to him. He needed to get to class in fifteen minutes...so, he'd need to rub one off fast. Moving into the stall Tim had left, Jake groaned to himself, yeah, he was not used to all the features of his new bod. So he'd need to familiarize himself. Hanging up his shirt and jacket behind him on a small silver hook usually used for holding backpacks, Jake started to tug at his jeans...