It had been such an off day. Your first class was gym, and as soon as you got in the locker room you were ambushed. Someone put a shoe up to your face and you immediately passed out from the smell. A few minutes later, you were awoken by a slap. You brought your face up and noticed that your captor was Jackson Rund, the most popular jock in the grade below you, but you usually some him hanging out with guys your own age. You were still dizzy, so you didn’t understand why you were in someone else’s pair of underwear and sweatpants, or why your feet and hands were bounded together by socks. He said something about needing a friend his age, but you didn’t really comprehend it.

All of a sudden, he pulled out a small baby bottle from his pocket. It was filled with a white, creamy liquid, and he quickly fed it to you. You, still in a dazed state, drank the creamy white down. Suddenly, your whole body expanded. Your legs and chest stretched out, making you grow to 6’3”. Your muscle expanded all over, making you moan in pleasure. Your arms and hands became rough, while your feet pushed out to a solid Size 14. Hair covered your body as your pouch began to expand right before your eyes. Your neck became thicker to expand your new, thick baritone voice. Memories became anew as you remembered the years of being best friends with Jackson. You weren’t a year older than Jackson, in fact he was 2 months older than you. You begin to feel dumber as he grabbed your pouch and pulled at it. Your final thoughts pushed out as Jackson helped give you the relief you needed, making you drop to a permanent IQ of 84. You laughed dumbly as Jackson untied you. You brought one of his shoes up to your face deeply before jumping up and leaving with him, ready to get laid.

1 HOUR LATER

“Bro, wasn’t that foursome just so, hot?” You asked, putting back on your stretched underwear. You got in your cum-stained boxers and laid down on the old sofa. You picked up your computer and began to watch some porn.

“Broski, you were the best though,” Jackson knelt down beside you and placed his hand on your abs, “I mean those chicks were eating you faster than you could to me.”

“Bro, why can’t we do more than a foursome?”

“Trust me, brotein,” Jackson began to lick you, “one on one is always better.”