After Dave heard Simon turn to walk down another row of lockers he almost immediately lept out of the locker, almost choking on the jockish smell inside. When Dave landed outside the locker, he noticed a jock strap was caught on his foot. When Dave saw his foot however, he realized what had happened to it. "What the fuck happened to my foot!?" Dave whispered. His foot had grown from a size 10 to what looked like a size 12 and was covered in wiry brown hair. Dave also could smell his foot while standing; he knew that smell wasn't the jockstrap's, but his own foot's. "Is this place cursed or something!? I need to get out now!" Dave though to himself as he began to move the opposite direction of Simon in search for a way out.
As Dave walked, the smells of the room were beginning to make him feel dizzy and light-headed. His cock had continued to grow and was now a solid 8 inches flaccid in his underwear, creating a noticeable bulge in Dave's tight jeans. Dave fumbled with his crotch some more "Man my dick is so uncomfortable right now" Dave positioned his dick to slide down his pant leg. After about 2 minutes of searching, Dave was beginning to feel hot as the warm room and his increasing hairy body was making him too warm. Dave pulled his shirt away from his chest to fan in some air, not bothering to notice he now sported a thick pelt of chest hair to complement his hairy belly and feet - the hair had begun to poke from under Dave's shirt and grew down his arms, leaving Dave with pits as thick as Simon. Luckily for Dave he required exposure to jock sweat before he would stink like Simon did; the only reason Dave's feet stank was because he stepped in Simon's jock cum. However as Dave rounded a corner his heart froze, he saw the other jock (Simon) staring right at him. Dave quickly ducked away almost as fast as Simon did too. "Shit, he saw me!" Both Dave and Simon thought to themselves, unaware that they both were friends but both failing to recognize eachother.
Both Simon and Dave contemplated their next move.