Jim can't quit eyeing his jockstrap in Chris' hand. "Well, go on dude! Get your outfit own it won't bite!" Chris and his jock buddies laugh while he crosses his arms, waiting for Jim to get Chris' old outfit on.
Jim slowly takes off his shirt and shoes, takes a breath before dropping his pants. "This is gonna be great," Chris says, eying the little shrimp with disdain. Jim decides if he's going to get the jockstrap it needs to be while he's distracted. He smiles at Chris, "what are you a fag? Can't wait for me to get naked?"
Chris turns to a frown, then red. "I fuckin own you, shrimp. Suit up or you're gonna eat my fist. Then my dick."
The rest of the team turns toward Chris, then to Jim. The room gets quiet fast. Jim only has a moment to try to distract Chris and nab the strap back. Looking around he shrugs his shoulders, trying to keep the act up. "If you're gonna go all out, mine as well bring the house down."
He slips his boxers out of his skinny frame, showcasing his puny, naked self to the monsterous jocks surrounding him. They chuckle and whisper to each other but Jim doesn't care. Not anymore. Thinking fast Jim tosses the boxers onto Chris' face. "Fuck!" he shouts, trying to swat the underwear away. THe jocks laugh, no time to think, Chris drops the jockstrap.
Jim makes a run and nabs the strap, "hey fucker!" Chris shouts, "guys, get him!" and two of Chris's cronies make after Jim. Jim rounds the corner, shoving a few oblivious football jocks to the side as he takes a large step to throw the jockstrap on his body. Pulling it up his leg he turns to the jocks and quickly slips his other foot through the hole. The jocks stop and stare. Almost in a trance. "It's my fuckin jockstrap," Jim says, "I'm gonna wear it."
Jim pulls the pouch over his crotch and places the bank on his waist. The team immediately looks at the skinny guy and drops their mouths, something is emanating from the cloth. Wondering what the attention is for, Jim looks down but is struck by an incredible feeling of bliss, an endurance and strength he never imagined before. "Oh fuuuckkk," he says, his voice dropping. "Mmmm....." Jim involuntarily tilts his head back and up toward the ceiling as he stretches his back, bending it backwards as he lifts his feet off the ground, balancing on his toes as he stretches his entire body. “Ohhh, yea!” he shouts. Looking at the cloth he sees the emanating blue glow of electricity become brighter as what appears to be streaks of electricity circle and stretch itself over the cloth, around the sides of his ass cheeks and to the back of the garment. “Fuck yea, I can feel it!” Jim shouts as the acne disappears from his face and it grows into muscular handsomeness.
Bending his shoulder muscles back to their relaxed position, muscle starts to grow over his shoulder blades, protruding out, then wrapping down and into his biceps. They were becoming refined, strong, and assured. Looking down at his lower arms Jim notices veins begin to protrude and additional muscle warp itself.
Then, grabbing his abs, Jim chuckles as they begin to expand. His abs contort and slim liquifying into almost a puddle of water, then began to grow outward: even, defined muscles forming an eight pack. They harden as the creases grow deep grooves into his body. As the muscle growth hits his waistline, new muscles begin to form on his quads and under his cloth, creating tight contours pushing against the garment.
He grabs his butt as it starts to grow. His rear forms hard muscle on itself, growing outward, strong, further tightening the garment. His ass moves outside the straps as a deep and strong bubble forms. As the side ass muscles flex and lock in place, rounding to become a tight bubble butt, hair wraps around and onto his legs, creating a new thick layer of blonde hair over him. His thighs snap tall and grow, becoming refined and strong as he gains height. They then begin pecing outwards and matching the growth of his ass. They became like footballs as rock hard muscle grows into them. Hair also begins to grow on his legs, then up and around his man package. His pubes began to grow over his waistline, wrapping itself around his belly button and up, in a thin line toward his chest. There, hair begins growing, slightly but evenly, over his new man-pecs and chest. His arm hair grew and darkened and his arm pitts tuffed additional hair underneath.
Looking down and checking out his growing body, Jim begins to chuckle at the pleasure. But even as he continues to transform into this musclular football star, becoming more and more intimidating, Jim becomes happier at the atheltic endurance rushing over him. Admiring himself as he continues to grow, Jim feels his package begin to fill out as it pushes hard against the cloth, his cock and balls becoming large and clearly defined behind the garment. Jim moves his hands to check out his new enormous package before more electric bolts spark out and over his growing, muscular body. “Oh fuck!” he shouts. “I can feel it...I can feel...powers! You hear me, motherfuckers! I got the powerrrrr! ARRRGHHHH!"
If it wasn't enough for the jockstrap to turn Jim into an athletic champion, the blue cloud from within the garment starts to form outward and consume the body that's growing. Jim looks up at the jocks and smiles. He felt he was gaining something more than human. Something supernatural. Powers. The powers only the gods of ancient times could have held. The cloud quickly envelops him, violent, like a tornado, wrapping around his newly formed body. The transformation was still physical: his body slimmed to an even and proportionate mix of muscle; but Jim could feel he was also gaining supernatural powers. Electric bolts started forming within the clouds and gracefully running over his skin. Jim gained the power of transformation, the power to turn into anything he wanted, the power to read or control other peoples minds, to leave them at his will. The power of immortality and invisibility. The power to spread own power to others, if he wanted, or to enslave them. He began laughing as he gained the knowledge of all of this, realizing the liberation of becoming something so incredibly superhuman. His laughter grew louder while still under the cloud, all of these powers and more depositing into Jim.
He could hear the jocks whispering to each other, both scared and in awe of the growing beast before them, the quickly evolving god before their midst. They were impressed, even mystified by them. They were close to wanting to worship him. He relished in the attention but more importantly in the pure unbridled powers he was gaining.
Still under the electric cloud of power Jim felt the jockstrap literally absorb into him, he became the jockstrap and the jockstrap became him. The now naked-Jim felt truly one with his godly body and abilities. His outline sparked with the flashes of light underneath the power-cloud. The team gasped, relishing in the outline of the new superhuman as his naked form evolved. His new identity complete, his naked and now natural form absorbing the last of his power acquisition. “Yes...” he shouts under the bolts of power, “I am power!”
As the cloud of power poured and evaporated itself back into Jim's body he now stood there, complete with the transformation of the football god. The former shrimp truly became the master. Lifting his arms to reveal his naked self, Jim examines himself in all his naked, godly splendor. His package was huge but still proportional to the massively built and muscular body held within. Looking up at the ceiling, relishing in his power acquisition, Jim curled his arms in muscular relief. Looking down at his naked godly body transformed, Jim relished in his newfound existence. He flexes his arms and runs his hand along his chest and abs feeling his newly defined body. He turns to see his ass, tight and refined, a beauty even to the gods.
He looks around to see the jocks, and their leader Chris, staring at him, taking in the immaculate shape of his body and powers. Jim takes his first step as a new being toward Chris. "What to do with my new worshipers..." Jim thinks.