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The morning light was pouring through the windows when I entered the university research building early on Friday morning and sat down on the bench next to the infirmary.

I was shaking with nerves and my hands were clenched together as I tried to maintain my composure as today was the day I would be getting the shot that would change my entire being.

A reassuring hand grasped my shoulder and I turned to see Trent smiling at me.

"Its gonna be OK bro!" he smiled reassuringly, "Just a quick scratch and it will all be over"

I tried to smile back but I felt like I was grimacing at him.

"You didn't need to come with me" I said, trying to keep my mind off it all, "I would have been ok on my own"

Trent laughed, "Trust me bro, you'll need a steady hand after you've been jabbed"

My heart began to race and I looked around at him, my sense of fear rising.

"Why do I need a steady hand?" I asked, "You never mentioned..."

I was cut off by the sound of a door opening and the sound of high heels echoing down the empty hall as the familiar sight of Mrs Ellory stepped out of the infirmary.

"Ahh Mr Fulham, we're ready for you now" she said with a smile, "Mr Abercrombie, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help Eric back to the dorm" Trent smiled, getting to his feet, "I know first hand it can be a bit odd when it happens, plus I'm gonna be his mentor on the program so I need to look out for my bro!"

Mrs Ellory gave him a slight smile and nodded.

"Very well, if Mr Fulham has no objections" she said, looking down at me.

My stomach felt like it was doing flips as I shook my head, it seemed like the two of them shared some kind of common agreement as to what was going to happen to me.

"Very well then Mr Fulham, this way please" Mrs Ellory continued, holding the infirmary door open as Trent pulled me up by the arm.

"Don't worry bro" he smiled, "It's gonna be great"

I tried to smile back, but again the expression seemed to fail on me as I shuffled forwards and through the door.

The infirmary was larger than I was expecting, the morning light flooded in through high frosted windows onto various apparatus such as an ornate set of scales and a large patients bed in one corner next to a sterile sink. Which sat next to a line of long cabinets and counters that circled the rest of the walls except for the large computer desk that was piled high with files.

In the centre of the room stood a tall dark skinned man wearing a lab coat next to a silver trolley containing swabs and a large syringe filled with a clear liquid, standing next to him was Coach Anderson looking as he usually did in a pair of tight swim shorts, sandals and a tight university t-shirt with his whistle between his pecs.

The third person in the room was someone I had never seen before but I could tell he was part of the university administration by the suit and university tie he was wearing.

Mrs Ellory closed the door behind us and lead us into the room.

"Well then, quick introductions are in order before we proceed I think" she said kindly, "Mr Fulham, this is Doctor Alec Richardson, our head doctor and chief of medical research"

She gestured to the dark skinned man who smiled and nodded kindly to me.

"Nice to meet you Eric" he smiled and held out his hand which I shook shakily.

"Coach Anderson you already know" Mrs Ellory continued quickly, not meeting the Coach's gaze as he nodded at me.

"And finally, Mr Neil Carver" finished Mrs Ellory, "our Athletics Director and pioneer of the Jock Program"

Mr Carter held out a hand which I shook, feeling a firm grip.

"A pleasure, Mr Fulham" he said in a sharp, stern voice.

"Nice to meet you all" I said weakly, staring around at the figures around me like child with stage fright.

There was silence for a minute and then Mrs Ellory spoke up again.

"Well then, before we begin Mr Fulham, Mr Carter and Dr Richardson have some last minute words for you, so please pay attention and speak up if you have any questions"

I nodded and looked over at Mr Carter who stepped forwards first.

"Mr Fulham, this is the last chance that you have to back out of your decision as once the needle goes in, there is no going back, is that clear?"

His voice was cool and commanding but not unkind.

I nodded, "I'm not gonna back out" I said in a braver voice than how I really felt.

He nodded back at me.

"Very well then, what you are about to undertake is an experimental and unpredictable serum that will give you the body, skills, knowledge and mindset of a professional swimmer" Mr Carter said simply, "It will also boost your capacity to build and maintain muscle mass, increase your physical endurance and improve hand eye co-ordination however it will also permanently alter your physical appearance and aspects of your mentality to that of a typical college jock, among other things"

He cleared his throat before continuing.

"Once administered, the effects will be permanent and you will enjoy the benefits of these improvements for the following three years at minimum, unless of course there are mutations, this being experimental there is always a risk."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at this and my imagination went wild at the potential mutations that could happen to me.

"During your fourth or senior year however, it is expected that you will enter the degeneration stage where your body will begin to transform into a piece of athletic equipment or sportswear relating to your chosen team, in this case swimming, is this understood Mr Fulham?"

I swallowed and nodded.

"Very good Mr Fulham, however I do have a couple of further things to add" Mr Carter continued now looking slightly harassed, "Due to your current age entering the program, you are unable to compete in Varsity level sports for which this program was initially designed, that being said however, Tander Fairbanks has negotiated with the national and international swimming associations and it has been accepted that you will be allowed to train and compete in the professional events that run outside the university"

My eyes went wide and I heard an audible gasp from Trent behind me, I could even see the coach shift although not in shock, more as though he was trying to hide satisfaction.

"This is a great honour for the university and for the Jock Program so by undertaking this Mr Fulham, you are accepting the responsibility to perform and train at the standard to maintain the reputation of Tander Fairbanks, is that clear?"

I suddenly felt like the world had been hoisted onto my shoulders and I gulped as the fear rushed through me again, but I stood strong.

"I am willing to accept the responsibility" I said confidently and Mr Carter smiled.

"Very well Mr Fulham, there is only one more point" said Mr Carter, his voice now growing more business-like.

"As this is a full scholarship program through the university and will cover your entire tuition, cost of living, school supplies and other sundries while you are enrolled here. However to maintain this scholarship you are still expected to attend classes in your enrolled course, which I believe is in Business Law?"

He gave me a look and I nodded.

"Very good, you will continue to attend classes and do your utmost to maintain a high pass level including submitting all coursework and term papers on time."

I felt the sudden weight increase on my shoulders at the thought of managing training, competing, studying and researching all at the same time was daunting.

"In addition you have been partnered with a mentor, who is here is he not, Mr Abercrombie?" Mr Carter continued and Trent gave an enthusiastic nod and patted my shoulder.

"Yes Mr Carter" Trent piped up, "We'll be moving into the Research Dorms this weekend, I had to vacate after the...umm...incident."

I started and looked around to stare at Trent who was now looking away sheepish, his expression telling me that he felt he had said too much.

"What incide...." I started to say before Mr Carter coughed loudly.

"That's perfectly satisfactory Mr Abercrombie" Mr Carter interjected, cutting off my query, "You will guide Mr Fulham through his training and give him all the support he needs and to help him adapt to the program."

Trent nodded as Mr Carter's eyes fell on me.

"This will also give you the chance to watch and experience the degradation first hand Mr Fulham" Mr Carter finished in a softer tone, "Now I will ask you again, are you still prepared to join the Jock Program?"

I was breathing heavily now, this whole endeavour seemed to immensely complex and strenuous and would most likely give me more stress than anything the Law degree alone would throw at me. But I took a long deep breath to steady myself and looked Mr Carter straight in the eyes.

"Yes, I want to join the program" I replied.

Mr Carter's face broke into a smile.

"Well then Mr Fulham, I have nothing further to add"

He walked forwards and shook my hand again.

"I look forwards to seeing your progress and accomplishments Mr Fulham, Mrs Ellory, we are required elsewhere, is there anything further to address to Mr Fulham?"

Mrs Ellory picked up a large folder from the counter and began to make her way to the door.

"Nothing further from me Mr Carter" she said simply before looking at me, "Good luck Mr Fulham, I hope you enjoy the ride"

And with that she held the door open and she and Mr Carter departed closing the door with a click.

"Well then Eric" came the cheery voice of Dr Richardson, "The time is upon us, I believe Coach Anderson has something for you before we proceed"

Coach Anderson approached me and pulled a wad of blue material from his pocket before he unfurled it to reveal a pair of spandex swim shorts.

"Put these on before you have the shot" he grunted in his usual tone, "You'll need something to potentially grow into"

I took the silky material from him and stared down at them, they were the blue of the university colours but my eye was drawn to the mark that had been stamped on, the university crest and a male torso flexing.

"Who...Who was this?" I asked tentatively, knowing now that I held a former teammate in my hands.

"One of our best divers" the coach responded curtly, "But enough of that Fulham, strip!"

I felt my face go beet red.

"What...HERE!" I cried out, looking around at the coach and Trent viewing me except the doctor who was now checking the syringe.

"YES FULHAM NOW!" Coach Anderson said impatiently, "We need to get this done now, go change behind the curtain if your that embarrassed"

He gesticulated towards a medical screen that surrounded the bed in the corner of the room.

I shuddered, staring between the Coach and Trent at a complete loss for words before a quick nod from Trent caused me to slowly make my way to the bed and pulled the curtain across.

Laying the shorts down on the examination bed, I slowly began to undress, removing everything and folding it carefully, taking as much time as I dared until I stood naked.

I shivered slightly as a cool breeze made all the hairs on my hairy, fat body stand up and I looked down at my belly which was definitely not what you'd see at a swim team.

"Time to say goodbye to you" I though sadly, as though I would miss my gut.

"Hurry up Fulham" came Coach Anderson's from the other side of the screen.

I gulped and reached for the silky material that had once been like me, a new applicant for the program.

Holding it within my fingers, I wondered if it could feel me, if there was anything still left in him.

Feeling a slight sense of disgust, I bend down and stepped into the shorts, feeling the cool spandex caress my legs as I pulled them up.

I had to hold myself back from letting out a whimper of pleasure when I pulled it over my cock but that rush was soon gone when I pulled the spandex tight over my thighs and I realised that my gut was muffin topping badly and I blushed in disgust at my own body.

"ARE YOU READY YET FULHAM?" Coach Anderson yelled, "Or are you ready to pull out?"

Taking a deep breath, I stood up as straight as I could, sucking in my gut before I reached out and pulled the curtain back.

"I...I'm ready" I stammered and I could tell by Trent's sudden snort that I looked as bad as I felt about it.

Coach Anderson shot Trent such a dark look that my roommate fell immediately silent and kept his eyes on the floor as I made my way across to where they all stood, wincing as my bare feet crossed the cold floor.

Dr Richardson was standing there with a swab and the syringe and he smiled as I stopped in front of him.

"Now the Mr Fulham I have just a quick few words before I perform the procedure" he said gently, moving around to my side.

"When I administer the shot, you will begin to feel the effects immediately and notice significant changes in muscle and some mentality before you have left this room, all further changes including additional muscle growth, body and facial structure and additional mental changes are expected to complete over the period of one to two weeks although we have had cases of continuing growth up to the point of degeneration"

I listened to his description and nodded, my heart now racing.

"Very well Eric, this is your very last chance to back out" Dr Richardson affirmed, as he swabbed a point on my upper arm, "Do I have your consent to continue?"

I looked down at the syringe and then up into the Doctor's eyes.

"Yes Doc, please go ahead" I said calmly.

The next thing I felt was a sharp scratch on my arm and then a sudden blooming rush of heat that seemed to rush through my whole body.

"Ohh..OHH FUCK" I moaned and stumbled, breathing rapidly as the heat filled my chest.

I felt hands reach out and support me from behind.

"Gotcha Bro!" came Trent's voice but I was too focused at looking down at my body as I regained my stance.

With each harried breath I took I could see my gut expanding less and less as it shrank only to be obscured by my growing pecs which seemed to be ballooning outwards, forming a perfect toned shelf over my now flat belly, the outline of abs now becoming visible beneath my body hair.

I groaned, my legs beginning to feel like jelly as the muscles within burned with the heat.

The spandex shorts I was wearing began to grow tighter, rubbing my throbbing cock that was also pulsing in the heatwave.

Looking down I blushed at the very obvious bulge and my now thick, powerful thighs that were now taut with toned muscle and my feet stretched before my eyes, growing several sizes.

"H..Holy Shit" I moaned, feeling my neck thicken and my voice deepen.

A strange rush rose through my face and I felt my vision grow cloudy, causing me to sway and Coach Anderson to grip my shoulder.

"Fulham, are you ok?" Coach Anderson growled into my ear but my mind was literally swimming and all I could do was grunt in response.

Strange memories and information seemed to flood into my memory.

Swimming styles...Diving poses...Competition Rules...Fitness strategies

I reached up and gripped my head, my arms bulging, biceps pulsing, fingers stretching.

"Bro, you ok?" I heard Trent whisper and all of a sudden my mind seemed to settle, my vision restored itself slowly and I found myself being gripped by Trent an the coach.

"Y..Yeah" I groaned in my new deeper voice, "Yeah Bro I'm good"

My body now seemed ready to respond, but everything felt alien to me.

I turned to look at Trent but suddenly found that I had to look down to see his face which was beaming up at me.

"Woah Bro!" Trent grinned, "You look fuckin' awesome!"

"Am...Am I taller?" I gasped looking around at Coach Anderson who was looking at me in similar surprise.

"Not just taller Fulham" the Coach smiled, "Turn around"

A squeaking noise behind me caused me to turn and I saw Dr Richardson wheeling a mirror over.

I let out a shocked gasp.

"HOLY FUCK! IS THAT ME?" I yelled, almost falling as I took a step forwards and was reminded about the jelly like feeling in my legs.

Reflected back at me was a figure I had only ever dreamed about.

My body was rippling with new muscle that made me look half way towards a fitness model.

The gut that I had been so ashamed of was no more, replaced by a flat stomach where I could see the faint outline of a six pack for the first time in my life and they were crowned with a pair of thick pecs that outlined my new V-shaped torso.

My arms were muscled and powerful and I followed a sudden urge to flex, exposing my new thick biceps that rose in glorious mounds.

My legs and feet were longer, the muscles not fully formed yet they were perfectly outlined in the now tightly stretched spandex shorts which now complimented my new muscular body rather than exaggerating its worst parts and really showing of a fat bulge that gave me a deep blush.

Tears filled my eyes as I took it all in.

I was hot!

I was strong!

I was a Jock!

"Bro..." I whimpered, still enraptured by my own reflection.

I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder and looked down at Trent who was positively beaming with pride.

"Yeah Bro!" he smiled, "That's you now Bro!"

To prove the point, he pinched me.

"OUCH! Trent why?" I cried out.

"Just proving you aren't dreaming Bro!" Trent laughed as Coach Anderson moved to wheel the mirror away.

"That's enough posing Fulham" the Coach growled, taking the mirror back to its corner, "Doc finish him up"

I turned to look at Dr Richardson who was now standing by the examination table.

"Over here Eric" he smiled, patting the bed, "I need to do some vital checks and then you'll be free to explore yourself as much as you want"

The Coach rolled his eyes at this and he moved towards the door as Trent helped me over to the bed, each step was like walking on marbles.

"Take the rest of the day off to acclimatise to your new body Fulham" Coach Anderson said, opening the door, "I expect you for training tomorrow morning, same for you Abercrombie"

"Yes Coach" the two of us recited as one and we heard the door close as he left.

"OK now Eric" Dr Richardson smiled, raising a stethoscope and placing it on my chest, "Deep breaths please."

"Small steps now bro!" Trent said, supporting my arms as he guided me across the quad.

"Damn bro did you go through this too?" I grunted, my legs still feeling like they were made of jelly as I took each tentative step.

The aftermath of the injection was affecting me a lot worse that I would have believed, my body felt like that of a toddler and had it not been for Trent, I felt I would have been crawling back to the dorm.

Trent laughed, giving me a slight shake.

"Yeah bro, me and my teammates had a real time getting back, but I've got your back dude!"

He slapped my back and I stumbled slightly.

"Don't worry it'll be gone within an hour or so" he added reassuringly.

Rolling my eyes, I kept moving on, trying not to catch the flip flops I was wearing on the pavement.

After Dr Richardson had checked my vitals, he had given me a set of baggy gym shorts to wear over the spandex swimwear, a vest and set of flip flops as all of my old clothes no longer fit my new muscular body.

Trent swung the bag containing my own gear in his free hand, his other under my arm keeping me from falling flat on my face.

"Yeah bro don't worry, the Coach will get you a set of gear to wear, no point buying clothes when you've got your bro's to cover you!"

Trent winked and laughed.

"I still should buy some clothes" I grunted, realising that everything I had brought with me would not fit me anymore, "I cant last four years with just a pair of swimming trunks"

Trent laughed again, "Why not bro, look at yourself!"

He pulled up my vest to reveal my now chiselled abs that had fully formed since we left the infirmary.

My face flushed red.

"Bro!" I cried, pulling the tight shirt back down, "What are you doing?"

"C'mon Eric, why cover up" Trent grinned, "Show off what you've got, you're already catching glances"

As he said this a group of girls smiled and batted their eyes as they walked past, giggling.

I felt my blush deepen and a sudden rush flowed through my body, something I hadn't really felt before about my body.

Pride

"Feeling it bro?" Trent asked after a moment, "it's your new mindset, we jocks love to show off"

Releasing me for a second, he pulled off his own shirt and tucked it into his jeans.

"See bro!" he flexed his thick arms, showing off his biceps, "feels so damn good!"

The giggling renewed and I looked around to see more people now looking at us, mostly women, but also a few men.

The urges began to grow in me, the urge to join my bro.

"Fuck it" I moaned, pulling off the vest and showing my hot body to the world.

I heard a few gasps from the watchers and felt my cock throb in the compressive spandex.

"There you go bro!" Trent smiled, putting his arms back under my shoulders, the feeling of his bare skin on mine only added to the flood of arousal that was making my shorts bulge.

"Embrace it!"

Smiling I flexed my arm and watched my new bicep balloon before my eyes.

"Damn this feels good bro" I smirked, leaning slightly into him as we continued to walk.

We continued to attract glances as we walked towards the dorms, occasionally helped by our constant flexes.

"See anyone you like bro?" Trent asked, "Now you're in the program you shouldn't hold back, put yourself out there and have fun while you can bro!"

"Few guys yeah" I replied before what he said hit me, "Wait, what Bro?"

Trent smirked at me and I felt my face grow red again.

"Bro, no judgement" he chuckled, "Loads of dudes have fun together on the team, but as I say have fun while you can"

I smiled back at him and blushed, suddenly feeling a strange sensation around my still hard cock, like someone had gently caressed it, peeling my shorts back I looked down at the tight blue spandex beneath.

"Barry feel good on you?" Trent asked, following my gaze with a grin.

"Barry?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah my old mentor" Trent smiled, "Best diver the school had, still holds the record for varsity competition, and now he's wrapped around your cock bro!"

I felt the sensation again and shuddered at the contact.

"Feels like he's stroking ya" Trent smiled, "Coach thinks is bullshit but I'm sure he did it to me too"

I looked up in shock.

"I wanted you to wear him so I asked the coach to give him to ya bro" he continued, patting my shoulder, "passing on the torch to you bro, treat him well!"

"Thanks Bro!" I replied, feeling a new rush of comradery for Trent, "I'll treat Barry good."

The sensation returned again.

I let out a groan as I hit my mattress, flumping back and feeling the sudden smallness of the bed in my new form.

"Thanks Bro" I groaned, kicking off my flip flops and stretching out, feeling my body cracking and popping, new muscle still growing in.

"No problem, Bro" Trent replied, sitting down on his bed, "you're one of us now, gotta help each other out"

I leaned up and looked down at my bare chest.

Each time I had looked at it I had seen a new change and looking now I had the body I wished I had at twenty.

My body was the perfect swimmers build, my pecs had firmed into pure muscle over my rolling abs, my shoulders were firm over my strong arms.

The impulse to flex grew again and I smiled as I formed the perfectly formed bicep.

"Enjoying it bro?" Trent grinned, watching my examination happily.

"Yeah bro" I replied, focussing now on my powerful legs which I knew would be perfect for striking out in the water and my new larger feet which were like small flippers compared to what I had before.

A knock at our door interrupted my examination and we turned to see one of the student reps poke his head into the room.

"Hey guys" he smiled, "just wanted to remind you to be ready to move over the next week to the research dorm"

"Yeah dude we know" Trent waved dismissively, "Don't worry we'll be out of your hair soon"

The rep gave a nod and retreated, closing the door as I sat up and looked over at Trent who now had his phone out and was scrolling away at something.

"Bro?" I said slowly, "Can I ask you something?"

Trent looked up again and smiled, "Sure thing Bro! What's up?"

Watching his expression closely, I took a deep breath and spoke a question that had been on my mind since the procedure.

"What happened in the dorms to make you move out?"

Trent's face suddenly fell and he scratched the back of his head in an evasive manner.

"Oh...yeah...that" he said slowly, punctuating each word with a nervous pause.

He looked at me rather sheepishly and then sighed.

"It's not pleasant bro" he finally continued, wringing his hands and looking down at his sheets.

"Last year me and Barry had some guys in my room for booze and fun, y'now"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled guiltily.

"This was back when Barry had begun his degeneration, it was kind of a celebration of it...well...during the party, one of the other seniors, Danny, he uhhhh"

He paused for a moment

"He went through a kind of rapid degeneration"

My eyes went wide.

"Seriously bro?" I asked, "I thought it was stable if there wasn't an immediate reaction"

Trent shrugged.

"I thought so too bro" he continued sadly, "none of us were expecting it...but he...well....he became pool chlorine"

I gasped

"Chlorine!" I yelled, "like actual gas?"

Trent shook his head, "Nah bro, thankfully not else I'd probably not be here...he became that kind of stuff that you dissolve in pools...y'know a weird white powder"

He sighed.

"He was laughing and then he seized up and his body basically crystalised before our eyes and then he kind of broke apart into a pile and that's when the smell got us"

Trent scratched his chest and continued in a more casual tone.

"Well we all freaked bro" he said looking up at me, "ran for it, got the coach...the room was sealed off and they've been making sure to get as much of Danny as possible into storage"

He raised his hands.

"And they've literally just finished cleaning him up...so now we can move back in"

I gulped, feeling a tightness in my chest.

"Don't worry about it bro" Trent continued, "Coach Anderson told us the other day that Danny had been moved into safe storage and that the research department were trying to come up with a way to bring him back."

I didn't respond to this, I still felt a kind of lingering horror at the situation and I looked again at my body and I could almost hear the ticking of a clock in my chest that was counting down rapidly.

Trent seemed to sense my anxiety and he got up from his bed and came over to sit beside me, putting his arm over my shoulder and giving me a reassuring shake.

"I know it's scary bro" he said reassuringly, "but its best not to think about it until it starts, enjoy what you have and what you are bro"

He slapped my chest playfully.

"A fucking proud jock dude!"

My anxiety faded a little just from his touch but his words made me realise that he was right.

I had agreed to this, and no matter what happened now, I would end up in the same way as him, Barry and possibly Danny at some point in my future.

A blush suddenly flooded into my cheeks when Trent pulled me into a bro hug, the feeling of our naked chests rubbing together renewed my lost arousal.

I raised my hands to hug back when blazing noise rang out from Trent's bed.

"Oh fuck!" Trent gasped, releasing me and bouncing off the bed.

Rushing to his own bed he snatched up his phone and answered it.

"Yeah...yeah it went great bro....what....Seriously!.....fine I'll be there soon bro....tell the coach...yeah...bye dude"

Trent hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

"Sorry Bro but the coach has called the team back to the pool for a meeting"

I began to move off the bed.

"Oh no bro, Coach's orders you're benched today" Trent smiled, patting my shoulder, "You're still not ready yet, I'll be back in a bit bro, just relax and explore yourself bro!"

He moved to the door, pulling his shirt back on as he went.

"Hang tight bro, when I get back we'll head to the gym and really put that new bod to the test"

I smiled back.

"Sure thing bro" I smiled, "See ya later"

"See ya bro!"

The door closed behind him with a snap, leaving me alone in the dorm.

I leaned back on the bed, letting the strange sensations in my body flow, warm waves flowing up and down my frame.

I traced the wave with my hand, my fingers tracing the new contours of my muscles.

Sliding over my legs, I gripped the rim of the gym shorts and pushed them down, leaving me only in the stretch spandex swim shorts that had once been my roommate's mentor.

The form fitting blue material hugged my body like a second skin while my new endowment was outlined in the fat bulge that was almost pulling the shorts away from my navel.

The blush creeping up again, I pulled the rim of the shorts down and let out a gasp as my cock sprang free from the silky confinement.

"H..holy fuck" I moaned, reaching down and wrapping my hand around my now throbbing eight inch cock that was pulsing and leaking with repressed pleasure.

I began to stroke, the sensation sending shivers up my body, I laid my head back and moaned deeply, my deeper voice adding to the lustful experience.

"I'm a fucking stud" I groaned and was rewarded by a wave of pride and power, as though the words affirmed the new thoughts taking over me.

A sudden urge to flex gripped me again and my fluttering eyes moved to the full length mirror.

"Oh fuck yeah" I grinned and began to move as though in a trance, a growing haze in my head seemed to whisper a mantra

Fuck...Flex...Bro...

Getting gingerly to my feet, I found that my balance seemed to be a little better.

Fixing my gaze on the mirror, I shuffled over to the mirror and looked for the first time at my new reflection, raising my arms in a flex as my gaze moved over my form.

Taking in how my body hair shaded each muscle, how each flex caused my hanging cock to bounce, pulse and leak a dribble of pre.

The biggest change was my face.

My second chin had vanished and my round featured seemed to have angled slightly, giving me a new rugged luck that only caused my cock to throb harder.

"Fuck yeah bro" I smiled, flexing an arm and continuing to stroke my throbbing shaft.

Watching myself was only fuelling the pulses of arousal coursing through my body.

Arching my back and feeling my heavy balls brush against the spandex still wrapped around my thighs.

Spotting it in the reflection, I grinned.

"Bet you haven't got off in awhile too have you bro" I grinned, "How about you give me a hand?"

Stepping back to the bed, I laid back and pulled the tight spandex back over my cock grinning as a dark patch formed and beads of pre appeared on the surface of the darkening fabric.

Once again I got that strange sensation of the spandex tightening.

I smiled widely, getting the sense that Barry was enjoying this too.

"Hope your ready for this bro" I panted, wrapping my hand around my encased shaft and pumping.

"Fuuuuuuuck" I whimpered, my eyes fluttering at the sensation of the silky material enveloping my sensitive shaft.

More pre leaked through the blue material as I stroked, the beat becoming faster and my pants and moans more audible.

I was getting close now, almost ready to blow my first load as a jock.

Because that was what I was now.

"I'M A FUCKING JOCK!" I cried out, clenching my bubbly cheeks together and arching my back as the rush ran through my entire body and my cock erupted.

"FUUUUUUCK!"

The beads of pre suddenly became flowing rivers of white as I came hard, the dark stain immediately growing from the sheer volume I was pumping out.

I bucked my hips as wave after wave hit me and stream after stream poured through the thin blue fabric.

Eventually I fell back against the covers, panting and groaning like a spent animal.

My face was frozen in an embarrassing expression of bliss as my arms and legs occasionally twitched in the afterglow.

"Woah....fuck...that was the best....damn bro.." I panted incoherently looking down at my cum soaked shorts.

Peeling them off slowly I held them up and smiled.

"I hope you liked that too bro" I chuckled, but this time I didn't receive a sensation.

The smell of sex hung in the air as I sat back up and yawned.

Looking up at the clock, I saw it was now past midday and a growl in my stomach reminded me that hadn't eaten today and in someways I had burnt most of my body weight.

"Best get a shower first and then I'll grab food " I groaned getting to my feet and feeling a lot more confident in my balance as I strode to a cupboard and pulled out a large towel.

Stepping into the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in the mirror again.

I smiled and I flexed

"I'm a Jock, Bro!" I chuckled, "This is gonna be fucking awesome!"