Derrick yanked the jock up over his thighs and let the cold, sticky cock pocket fold up over his hard dick and balls. He quickly bent his knees and let the straps take their place around the crest of his butt cheeks and he pulled the waist bands up on top of his Adonis.
Snap.
Despite the cold and stickiness, Derrick was somewhat impressed with himself. "I think I might start wearing jocks at the games now! I feel like a million bucks when I have this on. I think it'll make me a better..."
He wasn't able to get "Player" out of his mouth before the bands on the jock tightened uncomfortably around him. They awoke with a force that Derrick that never felt before. "AWW!" Derrick shouted as he grabbed the bands. "It got really tight. Oh fuck, Chad, I can't get it off!"
Derrick started to fumble around in a panic trying to get the jockstrap off, but he felt the cock cup awaken with a strong vibration, and as it did he noticed a new surge of energy enter into his body through his cock and balls.
Derrick quickly lost his footing as the left foot jolted forward, he felt his exposed butt protrude hard against the straps as he nearly fell to the ground, catching himself with his hands on the floor. That was when he noticed that his hands and feet were exploding with growth. His eyes widened as his feet began to ripple wider, toenails stretching forward as the feet expanded, black hairs sprouting from the tops of his toes and then his feet as a dull, brown complexion started to stain his formerly pale feet. As they bubbled upward, his feet took on a rough texture and his nails hardened and elongated.
The darker complexion moved up Derrick's legs and forearms. His thin, short blonde hairs on his legs darkened to a dark brown as his calves bubbled then pushed out new contours of sinew. His legs soon turned into a coarse carpet of brown as his thighs bulked up thicker and thicker. The rumbling on his cock, meanwhile, was starting to finally manifest in his package. His dick quickly thickened into a fat, long sausage of a cock while his balls filled and dropped heavily filling the jockstrap with his new Man Meat. Meanwhile his finely-toned butt began to push out with hard muscle and fat, thickening into boulders of an ass and protruding and stretching the jockstraps around his ass.
"OH FUCK!" Derrick finally shouted with fear. "What the fuck is happening to me, bro?!" He shouted to Chad. "What the FUCK!?!"
Chad couldn't help but look on, he was completely hypnotized by what was happening in front of him. Derrick had been well-cut but not thick previously. That was quickly changing as his gut filled and fattened, both hard muscle and weight from age started to weigh in on him. Soon his flat but strong pecs began to beef up and out into large pectorals. His thin puff of blonde hair over his chest began to thicken with a the same coarse brown hair that had matted his legs. Soon, his shoulders followed as the muscle moving up from his hands began to match. Thick brown hair grew to cover his forearms as veins began to poke out. A thick dusting of dark hair then moved downward to his bellybutton, a new treasure trail covering his body. Derrick's fingers calloused as his body took on an age and maturity of an older man, an older man who had experienced a lifetime of football, a lifetime of keeping a well-built body but had been beaten down only so slightly over time with age and experience. His ass covered with a new blanket of brown fuzz to match the hairiness of the rest of his body.
Derrick grabbed his head as he felt it contort. His thin, handsome image of a punter began to widen out, his jawline pushing outward, his face squaring up, wrinkles increasing across his shadowed face with a brown scruff. His blonde curled lengthened out into a dark, thick salt and pepper crew cut.
Derrick looked to Chad with a plea in his eye, "his mind, Chad, I can fuckin' feel him, I'm becoming him! NOO!" he shouted as he felt his personality, his own history, his own consciousness move away as the attraction and lifeforce of another man began to overwrite him. "He's taking over! Fucking Ryerson!"
Quickly Derrick's fear of losing his life became displaced with the memories and personality of the Coach overriding him. That smattering of a fear became a deep, mature chuckle as Derrick felt the embrace of the Coach.
"FEELS FUCKIN GREAT, HUH, RICHARDSON!?" Ryerson shouted looking at the young lad in front of him.
Richardson - Chad's last name. Only Coach called him that. Chad watched as the new Derrick, a clone of Ryerson in every way, walked over to the mirror to check himself out. He gave his heavy package a quick tug and whispered "fuck yeah" as his boner grew to full size under the cock pocket of the jockstrap.
Chad stumbled behind him as he tried to run, falling over the bench and landing on his naked butt.
Ryerson turned himself back around. "What the fuck is wrong with you kids?" the coach said with a smirk. "Don't you know to always keep your fuckin hands to yourself! Don't fuck with someone else's property!"
Ryerson walked closer to the senior and unfurled his cock, erection aimed like a gun right on the naked jock below him as Ryerson stepped either foot on either side of the Wide Receiver. "You like what you see, now?" he asked, slowly pumping his exposed dick up and down.


















