Simon smirked as he watched Jeff’s eyes glaze over, his nostrils flaring as he took in the surprisingly strong BO wafting out of the damp jungle of hair in Simon’s exposed pit.
Jeff was having an internal battle, his mind was fighting, trying desperately to take control and run. But his body wouldn’t budge. He just stood there, wobbling gently in place staring longingly at Simon’s pit, wanting to bury his face inside, lick the stench, and take in as much as he could. But he managed to at the very least, stop himself from losing control, which Simon noticed.
“Dude, just give up, I got you!” He said in his deep rumbling baritone, taking a step closer and putting his large meaty hand on Jeff’s shoulder.
“You know you like it! I can see that pathetic worm in your pants trying to break out! Ya gotta stain on your pants! Just take a lick!” He growled, trying to guide Jeff’s body closer to him.
But he could feel Jeff pull back, even with his eyes glazed and his mouth dry, he shook his head and pulled away, backing up.
“No! Simon please don’t! I don’t wanna be a Jock!” He whimpered, shaking his head.
Simon got angry and pounded his fist into a nearby locker, denting it severely. He launched himself toward Jeff and bellowed,
“Fuck that dude! If you wanna fight it I’ll give you something to fight!”
Simon grabbed the back of Jeff’s neck and hauled him around the locker room till he got to the very same spot he’d been converted. The deodorant and other equipment used to change him was sitting there on the bench. He slammed Jeff on his back on the nearby seat and grabbed the deodorant, popping the cap with his thumb.
“You wanna be a fucking nerd forever, fine by me dude, but you ain’t leavin’ here without something!” he said menacingly, grabbing Jeff’s arm, forcing it upward.
Jeff could only sob at this point, unable to move with Simon’s weight holding him down. He watched as Simon dug the deodorant stick deeply into his exposed armpit, which at his age had a little fine hair in it. The thick gel slabbed on, and his pit burned slightly. He managed to look down at it in time to see a dark mass of hair slither from his skin, his natural grown hairs taking on a thicker, wiry consistency. He groaned, unable to form words as Simon dropped his arm and raised the other, copying what he’d done and having the same effect.
When he’d finished, Simon stood up, releasing Jeff, who sprung up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall and screamed, darting to it. Even with his arms at his sided, there was no hiding the mass of pit hair under each arm. He raised them, and was hit with the obnoxious stink of a boy fresh out of puberty, that unmistakable BO mixed with cheap deodorant. Simon grinned stupidly, then burst out laughing.
“Dude! I forgot it takes jock sweat to make ya stink! You got plenty of that earlier! Now ya got the bushy pits AND reek like a jock!” he was laughing when he came over and forced Jeff’s arms up, making him really take them in.
Jeff could only smell himself and stare, arms held up by one of Simon’s bulky hands. He was trying desperately to think of a way out, but the change to himself was distracting. What can he do to fix this, he can’t save his friend, but maybe he can save himself!