"Jeff, I've got to get out of here!" Simon said, having a burst of hope in his heart that he might be able to escape before any further changes occurred. Surely he could shave off this hair, keep his dick tucked in his underwear, wear a lot of deodorant and get back to being at least somewhat like the old Simon. Maybe eventually he'd be able to get all the way back to normal somehow or at least approximate it.
"Simon?" Jeff said, sounding worried and a bit scared. Simon didn't sound like Simon anymore, he sounded much more manly.
"Jeff, it's hard to explain but..." Simon said in his gross, male voice.
Suddenly Jeff turned the corner and there was Simon, halfway on the journey to being a full fledged-football jock. Jeff thought he might throw up. Look at that big dick. Jeff tried not to look because it was rude, but everything about Simon-- Simon had been as smooth as a baby's ass last time he had seen him.
"SIMON??!" Jeff said. "How...what...??"
"No time to explain," Simon said, "The jocks did this to me and I hate it. We have to get out of here!"
"But Simon... how'd you get so hairy? I don't understand." Jeff said, a little bit panicked. "I guess we can get out of here, it's just..."
"I hate being hairy!" Simon emphasized, rubbing his hand across his chest absentmindedly just from Jeff's mention of it.