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Mitch was at home, laying in bed, checking his phone, when he noticed a new app on the screen that he couldn’t remember ever installing. It was called Jock’d, and he figured it was some kind of new gay dating app or something.
“What the hell,” he decided. He was bored, and he decided to open it.
A message with the Terms of Agreement popped up, but Mitch just scrolled to the bottom, checked the “Agree” box, and then tapped “Continue.”
The Welcome screen invited him to “Choose a profile.” As he swiped from left to right, there were various different choices that came up. Football Player, Basketball Player, Swimmer, Gymnast, Hockey Player. Well, he wasn’t really any of those things, but he figured out of all of them, he liked hockey the best. At least, he liked the gear the best.
He tapped “Continue.” A progress bar appeared on the screen, along with a message that said:
Transformation 0% complete… 1%… 3%…
When he looked up from his phone, the world had just finished spinning around him and he found himself in a locker room, sitting on a bench, with a pair of size-13 hockey skates sitting at his feet.
“Weird,” he scratched his head, “Wasn’t I just at home in bed?”
He couldn’t quite place when and how he had gotten into the locker room, but there he was. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the skates. He decided he would try them on. When he thought about it, it seemed kind of weird, but for some reason he felt a desire to do it. He thought that it would at least be fun to try them on, even though he had never played the game, nor did he have any real interest in it. He just thought the gear was hot. Despite this, the skates seemed to fit perfectly. He laced them up tightly with a surprising know-how.
“Huh, not bad,” he said to himself, “Kinda weird how they fit though, I’m not usually anywhere close to a size 13.”
Well, that was enough fun, he decided. He reached down to take off the skates, but he felt a sharp burning sensation the moment he touched them. He cursed and looked down at his hands, surprised to see that there were no burns. In fact, they just tingled a bit. He looked down curiously at the skates and then he noticed that the tingling in his fingers was beginning to intensify, spreading from his fingertips, all the way up his arms, across his back, down his legs and to the tips of his toes.
That was when he started to feel his body changing. His back and legs expanded first, shooting him up to an impressive new height of six-foot-four. He nearly tripped over himself as he stepped backwards and tried to re-balance himself. He looked down and saw his calves expanding right in front of his eyes, becoming muscled and athletic. Dark blonde hair began to cover his legs. It was thick and furry, opposed to the thin, dark hair that he usually had. His pants were changing into a pair of thick hockey pants to keep him warm and protected on the ice.
He moaned, halfway in pleasure and halfway in pain, as he felt his abdomen tightening and changing into a solid six-pack. The progress bar in the Jock’d app continued counting down.
Transformation 38% complete… 42%… 56%…
He felt his biceps thicken and become muscular while his shirt changed into a thick jersey and protective pads. His skin tone changed to become light and flushed, as though he had just gotten in from being out on the ice. A thick smear of eye black appeared underneath each of his eyes. His fingers wiggled as they became bigger and more powerful. His pecs bounced up and down underneath his jersey as they pumped up in front of him, becoming full and round with muscle, complete with light pink nipples that were bigger than before.
He felt the changing sensation reaching up to his neck. He clutched his throat as his neck became thick with muscle and his Adam’s apple became distinctly more pronounced in his throat. He realized that his voice was starting to sound so dumb and so sexy as his moans echoed off of the locker room walls.
Transformation 68% complete… 72%… 84%…
He managed to glance into the locker room mirror as he felt the sensation approaching his face. His jaw was becoming chiseled and strong, his nose becoming less pointed and slightly flatter while his ears grew just a bit to accommodate the rest of his changes. His hair was re-styled into a choppy, boyish cut, one that he wouldn’t have to fuss with too much, especially when he would just be smashing it underneath a goalie mask most of the time. Speaking of which, that was when he realized that his head had been fitted with a thick goalie mask of his own. He looked at himself in the mirror through the grates of the mask. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that the person standing in front of him, dressed up in all that gear, was some sort of professional hockey player or something.
Transformation 92% complete…
For a while, the changes seemed to stop and Mitch stood there looking at himself in wonder in the mirror. He felt the tingling begin to subside across his body as he took off the goalie mask and then peeled the jersey up over his torso so that he could examine and play with his sexy, sweaty new chest. He cupped his heavy pecs and bounced them up and down in his hands. He discovered that he now had a thick treasure trail of fur running down his abs, and that he had grown a light dusting of chest hair in the same dark blonde color that had grown in on his legs. He noticed that his hands, which looked larger and more calloused than before, had tufts of blonde hair growing on the back of them and all the way up to his arms. He felt some more hair growing in on his thighs, and he took off the skates to see that even his big jock feet were now covered in blonde hair, even on his toes.
And then he felt the changing in his groin. He peeked into his boxers to see his pubic hair growing in thick, becoming the same dark blonde color as he now had on the rest of his body. He had to let go as he felt the most pleasuring orgasm he had ever felt in his life. At the same time, his penis was lengthening to a solid ten inches in his boxers. It grew as thick as a python, and he could feel his climax growing stronger and stronger until he finally had no choice but to shoot his load. The jizz soaked slowly into the jockstrap that he now found himself wearing, which perfectly showed off his thick, hairy ass and his large, noticeable bulge. He opened up his new green eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw a big, sweaty hockey jock, panting in post-ejaculation bliss, his big chest rising and falling in front of him, his abdomen flexed into a cobbled six-pack, his shoulders and biceps looking pumped and powerful.
But there was something different in his eyes. An old part of himself that was missing, something that he couldn’t quite remember.
“Huh,” he suddenly said, blinking a couple of times, “I better get dressed! Coach and the team are gonna be here any minute!”
Mitch, the new 22 year old hockey jock, looked down at his feet as his toes wiggled. They felt kind of funny, but it was probably just those new skates he had gotten. He couldn’t wait to break them in some more at practice.
Before he got dressed, he looked down at his phone. There was a pop-up message on the lock screen.
Transformation 100% complete. Jock’d app will now be removed from device.
Mitch had no idea what the Jock’d app was, so he just tapped “OK” and unlocked his phone. He didn’t even see it being deleted as he opened up his Snapchat instead and held his phone out to take a selfie for all of his followers. He put a goofy look on his face, but he still knew that he looked handsome as fuck, especially dressed up in all his hockey gear.
He started getting fully geared back up, waiting for Coach and the rest of the team to arrive so that practice could begin.
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