Mike's Jockification
A friend jokingly asked me to write a version of Jack's Jockification but with him. When I actually delivered, he was flabbergasted - and just asked me to change the name and some other details before posting anywhere. Written as a little quick thing.
Mike blinked back tears as he stormed out of the gym, the vicious mocking laughter cut off behind him as the door closed on the thin cheetah. He had gone in to gain weight, but from the start of his first day felt the mocking looks of the other patrons.
It was bad enough that he stood out so much among the muscled jocks of the gym, but the remarks about twigs being broken and cheetahs ought to know their place finally made him snap.
It was the wrong move as several of the beefy patrons decided to compare their body to Mike's, mocking the small cheetah the entire time before telling him to scram. The attendant only smirked at him as Mike stormed out the door, and the cheetahs anger quickly faded to shame and disappointment.
Mike walked back to his apartment slowly, the sky turning red and orange as the sun began to set, the purples of night starting to appear as the cheetah finally got home.
Stepping into his apartment, Mike sighed. He managed to afford a one bedroom apartment by himself between his college scholarships and his tutoring job, but not much on the way of entertainment or furniture, a small beat up couch and a tall mirror in the living room, a table and single chair in the dining room, his bed and desk in the bedroom. A small sad place for a small sad cheetah, Mike thought to himself as he flung himself into his desk chair and limply sat as he checked his email.
Mike's eyes perked up at a bit of good news as he saw his quarterly college grades posted, high bs and as all around. The cat maybe wasn't the biggest feline, but he was plenty smart.
Mike stretched a little and was about to kick off his shoes before hearing a knocking on the door. Confused at who would be visiting at this hour, the cheetah got up and walked over. Seeing nobody through the peephole, Mike looked around and finally down to see a small brown cardboard box on his doorstep.
Mike picked it up and looked around confused, there was nobody around and the box didn't even have a proper label on it, just a "For Mike" on it.
Puzzled, the cheetah closed the door and went back inside, opening the box in his living room and finding... A black baseball cap with the word "Chuff" written on it, and a note.
Mike took the note in paw and read, "You could use some confidence, so I got you the hat. -an admirer."
Mike set down the note and box and turned the hat over in his hands, looking at it. It looked like a normal hat, and the cheetah wondered who his admirer could be.
Chuckling to himself, Mike put on the hat and checked himself in the mirror. It did look good on him, he admitted, and did some silly muscle poses that looked out of place on his thin body.
Feeling slightly better somehow, Mike went to take off the hat went suddenly his body felt flush, his head spinning and thoughts sluggish.
"What's... Happening" the cheetah barely managed to get out before his body lost balance and he fell backwards on to his couch, his mind feeling like it was encased in muck while his body began to pulse.
Each pulse of the cheetah's body flexed his muscles, growing warm and hot as a dull ache grew within them, eventually becoming a sharp soreness. Mike let out a small high-pitched mewl as the pain became too intense, but then suddenly the pain was replaced with pleasure as the cheetah's body flooded with endorphins and the cat leaned back into the couch.
All over the felines body, his clothing grew slightly tighter, fabric pulling wrinkles smooth as his body grew. The hem of his pants pulled upward and exposed more of his lower leg, and his shirt untucked as his torso lengthened, the cheetah growing taller inch by inch.
Mike could only mewl as he felt his body change, the sensation of his weight increasing, of sinking further into the couch even as his vision raised up.
His t-shirt pulled tight against his swelling upper body, the hem above his thickening eight-pack belly. The sleeves strained before ripping, Mike's upper arms having swollen to nearly 22 inches.
The cat groaned as his shoes began to pinch, but his muddled head and tight clothing meant he could only sit as he felt his feet stretch out his shoes.
The cheetahs neck thickened as he let out a deep rumbling mew of pleasure as his size 8 shoes finally burst, toes wiggling as his paws continued to swell larger, to a size 13, remnants of his smaller shoes finally falling off his ankles.
With a groan, the fabric of Mike pants finally started to stretch and cut into his swelling thights and hamstrings, bursting at the thighs. The seat of his pants gave way as his rump swelled with muscle, tearing both his pants and underwear.
Mike took a deep breath, his mind feeling a dumb satisfaction as his shoulder popped and widened, causing his t-shirt to tear apart and leaving his torso in view and exposing the well defined muscles that rippled under his spotted coat.
His mind still spinning and the feeling of fireworks in his head, the now muscular cheetah got it from his couch, the last of his pants falling off his crotch and catching on his swollen calves. With a deep grunt, the cheetah pulled them off, ripping the fabric and tossing the ruined pants across the room, before posing in front of his mirror naked except for his snapback.
As the pleasure began to fade from his body, Mike's mind returned and was shocked and surprised at how heavy and big he felt, a growing part of him reveling in every movement. Soon the cheetah was posing again, showing his rippling thick body to himself. Memories began to fade and rewrite, mind growing simpler as Mike lost the battle against his new self, every enjoyable flex making him chuff deeply in joy and pleasure.
Memories of studying and doing well in school were washed away, replaced by vague ones of working out constantly and barely passing school, his scholarship changed to an athletic one.
Still, a bit of Mike held on, devolved as it was, and he managed to stop posing and get to his computer to get help. A bit more of him slipped as his large frame lumbered to the room from the sheer joy his other self felt, and he flung himself into his computer chair.
The chair creaked dangerously from the heavy load on it and Mike loaded up his browser to get help, but found himself instead at a porn site he knew well, filled with muscular people like how he now was.
Browsing the site, the cheetah felt his ball-sack tighten, then stretch as his gonads swelled to the size of apples. Mike clicked a new button and saw a recording button, and the light of his webcam turn on. He was now broadcasting, and the thought of being watched made his cock jump up.
Tweaking a nipple with one paw as he gently stroked his small member, the muscular cheetah huffed deeply as he felt pleasure build up. The last bit of him tried to resist but was pushed down, packed inside his churning gonads.
The barbed cock began to swell as more people logged on to Mike's stream to see the stud cheetah fap, growing an inch, then another, thickening as it grew.
Mike eventually needed both paws to pleasure his cock, pre dripping down onto his belly and leaving a visible trail as it stretched longer, only stopping at his top row of abs.
Pleasure shuddered through the cheetah, his cock fountaining pre and making his member slick. His jaw fell open and tongue hung out as it stretched and reshaped, growing thicker and wider, Mikes face reshaping from a cute kid to a masculine stud.
With one last stroke, Mike fell over the edge and nearly roared with pleasure as his cock spasmed and shot over his thick chest and torso. With every jet the last memories of his old life faded, his wit and memories fading and weakening, and by the time the giant cock finally gave it's last spurt of seed, there was only a dumb studly jock of a cheetah.
Mike grinned at the camera and demonstrated that as big as he was, he was still limber, letting out chirrups of pleasure as he began grooming himself, even deepthroating his own cock to get it clean.
Eventually the cheetah finished and smirked at his webcam before signing off and checking his take - more than enough so he could quit that stupid labor job and focus on himself, and get some better cameras.
Sure, Mike wasn't the mentally fastest cheetah, but as he kissed his own biceps, he thought that he'd prefer it this way.