Simon spent the next 10 minutes running through the locker room, looking for a way out. His running was slower than normal as his new flopping appendage swung left and right, causing pain. "Damn this dick is annoying" Simon said to himself. Simon refused to wear one of those sweaty jockstraps to contain his new dick, which meant his cock was free to flop around and dribble pre-cum everywhere - the webby good was stringing across Simon's legs as he ran. "This is so gross, but I'm not gonna give in and wear jock clothing!"
Simon reached down to wipe off some of the precum with his hand. As he did so, he felt is hand grow warm and tingly. Simon looked at his hand in horror to see it grow larger in size, with new thick hairs covering the back side of his hand and calluses growing on his palm. After a few seconds, both of Simon's hands were much larger - perfect for football; his hands were now rough like someone who did manual labor all their life. "Oh god, I've got man hands now! They look like my dad's hands!" Simon yelled. It seems Simon's new jock cock was no infectious and able to transform non-jockified parts of Simon. "I really need to contain this dick if it is able to change me even more. I can't believe I am infectious to even myself." Simon sobbed. Simon then spotted a jockstrap on the floor; from a glance it was damp and reeked of a musky odor similar to Simon. "It already smells like me, and my crotch is already a jock's. What harm could it do? At least it will help contain this flesh rod and stop it from flopping around or...changing me even more." Simon thought to himself, unaware that even his new jockish balls were filled with jock infused testosterone - the slightest disturbance or stimulation could trigger a surge of transformative effects!