When he came to, he was tied up in a chair, and was surrounded by the hairest, most manly, most self-centered, most muscled guys in the school : The 18-year old (some 19, b/c they failed a grade) Senior football team. They told him that they were trying out new products from Hygiene companies, and that he was thier first subject. First they took off all his clothes, and threw away his "geeky" white briefs, then made him put on a jock strap and Striped Red boxers. They were soooooo uncomfortable! Simon saw other pairs of boxers and clothes in a corner, and a table right in front of him.

Simon looked at the table. There was an electric razor, with hair gel --Simon gulped, they were going to give hhim a haircut?

After huddling, the star Quaterback went up to Simon and grabbed his long, puny hair in his hands. "I think we should change the nerd's hair first, then give him a manly body, then a new brain (personality)!!!"

Simon gulped and prepared for a jocky, manly, haircut.

Simon's hair was typical of a little geek like him He didn't care at all for fancy hairstyles, any thoughts of making himself look stylish or attractive were regarded as worthless vanity. He'd have had a hard job doing so anyway, as the raw material were pretty basic. His thin greasy hair was overgrown and neglected, lacking hugely from the absence of any products or a decent haircut. Sometimes his mom would nag him gently about improving it's appearance, but while Simon would never disobey his parents, he was always far from keen. And it had just grew neglected. Now that was going to change.

"G-g-get that away from me" sttutered Simon, indicating the razor Marc held in his burly thick hands. He was so nervous that he had trouble getting the words out. Simon would never normally dream of saying anything remotely antagonistic to a jock like this, but the desperate situation he had found himself in caused for desperate measures.

Marc smirked, and then removed any hints of a playful tone that had been evident in his expression. "You're a little pansy and it's about time you started facing up to who you are. A man. You may not be much of one right now, but that's sure gonna change. And first thing is changing is how you look. You are going to get the most manly haircut that's possible. The bald cut!"

Simon gulped nervously. The only kids who walked around bald were pretty much mindless thugs, like the jocks who had him surrounded right now. Simon couldn't imagine looking anything like those animals, and was he extremely worried about what his parents and teachers were going to say. Right now Marc was attacking his barnet aggresively, and big chunks of Simon's manky, greasy brown hair were falling to the ground. In the window opposite Simon could spot his own reflection as the transformation took place. Right now, Marc had shave most of the back and sides leaving some hair on the top, resembling a type of mohican. Marc paused for a second, smirking again, to admire his own handiwork.

"Looks fucking good, eh?"

Simon looked up mournfully, tears gathering in his eyes.

"You fucking pansy" Marc said aggresively. Swiping the rest off his hair away. "When we're finished with you, you're gonna fucking pound yourself when you relaise how much of a fucking fag you were."

Simon was now all bald. His thin, bony, ugly scalp evident. If anything, the lack of hair made him look even more like a geek, just because it was so outlandish he could have such a hairstlye. EVen though it was a start, he still looked like a little weakling, nothing like the hardened skinhead jocks he was going to become. There was still a lot more to come.

"It's the mind and body training next, nerd" sneered another jock, Paul. Simon gulped, again, for what felt like the 100th time this day. It was bad enough that the jocks had shaved off all his hair, so that he looked as close to a bald thug that he was ever likely to. He had no worries that the changes to his body were going to have much effect. It would take him months, or even years, to build up a body like they might have wanted him to. Simon's body was coevered in a thick, unattractive layer of fat. It was particularly resplendant in his breasts and his stomach area. Simon hated exercise with a passion and dreaded the thought that the jocks were going to make him undergo lots of it. Right now, they were dressing him up like he was some sort of sports-mad jock. A vest top and some tracksuit bottoms. Simon wouldn't have dreamed of wearing those sorts of clothes in a million years. His mom brought all his clothes anyway, and she dissaproved of all sports and fashion labels.

"Look at how much of a fucking dweeb you are in that uniform" sneered Paul. "Fuck, even with dat hairstyle and those clothes you look like a pansy."

Simon wondered if Paul was about to take him on a run. He wanted to tell him about his athsma, he'd left his inhaler in his locker and was seemingly incapable of running very far without several deep puffs.

"You're gonna take this pill you fuckhead." said Paul, holding out a small round orange pill. "It's gonna do must of the work for us."

Most of the work? And he wasn't serious about the pill, was he? Simon didn't want to take any drugs, or steroids. But Paul's menacing attitude was enough to force him to swallow the pill, even though he had never taken a pill before without large quantities of water to wash it down.

"Nice one" smirked the jock. Suddenly everythiing started to fade away as the pill made Simon increasingly drowsy. He was going to wake up in several hours, and some more drastic changes were going to have occured.

The change was felt almost immediately, as Simon opened his eyes after the long sleep. He felt all of a sudden like he had so much more energy. He felt like he could handle the world. All the events of yesterday had almost faded away as Simon woke up in his own room, in his own bed. It was the morning and all Simon could think about was geting started and ready for school. He didn't even noticed the physical changes that had occured untill he pulled himself out of bed. "Oh my, look at my arms" he exclaimed to himself. Before Simon's arms had been as thin and twigs, they looked like they could snap any minute. But a good nights sleep (and the magic pill) had totally transformed them into logs of thick, overbearing muscle. Simon then realised he was completely shirtless; normally he slept in thick nylon pyjamas. All he had worn last night was a pair of boxers. It meant that his now muscular, hairless, chest was on display. Thick round pectoral muscles, and a clearly defined 8-pack. His waist seemed to have shrunk as well, pulling together the rest of his body tightly. There didn't seem to be hardly an ounce of fat on his now muscular, uninhibited frame.

"Oh my goodness!" Simon said to himself. It was like he had swelled up during the night. He ran over to his mirror and realise that the changes hadn't stopped at his muscular top-half. Not only where his legs now thick and muscular, but his face seemed to have totally transformed as well! He was still recognisable, at least partly. But instead of looking like Simon; he looked like someone who could have been related. A more attractive older brother for example. He had the thick clearly defined features of a model, an almost angelic-like face; with thick pouting lips, defined nose and chin. He had the face of a man. And his hair was different. Over night, it had grown back at an incredible speed so that he was no longer bald. But it was not the hair of old. It was thicker, shorter, blonder. All fashioned in a short fashionable style. Simon studied his reflection more clearly, he reminded himself of someone. He reminded himself of Marc, the arrogant jock who had started all this.

In all appearances Simon seemed to have transformed into a perfect male model. But inwardly he felt fairly similar. He had more energy, but his personality was still that off the shy inhibited geek. His voice was still that off the squeaky, irritating nerd as well; so that it clashed violently with his manly appearance.

There was a knock on the door. "Simon, your breakfast is on the table." IT was his mum. But she couldn't see him like this, what was she going to think? Her once perfect little boy now resembled some sort of mindless man-thug. Oh shit!

"Yes, in a minute, mommy" Simon squeaked back to his mother. He ran towards the door and pushed himself against it. He was desperate that she wasn't going to open up and see him like this. "What are you doing in there Simon? You'll be late for school." "Just getting ready for school. I'll be out in a second." "Don't be late."

For the first time ever, Simon felt a strain of irritation towards his mom. Who was she to tell him not to be late? If he wanted to he could be he as late as he damned pleased. Then he stopped himself. "Why am I thinking like that. She's my mother, and I'm 16 years old. She has every right to tell me what to do. "

Simon caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror, pushed up against the door. Thick bulging arm and chest muscles, a tight thin waist and 8-pack and a thick defined neck. Round off his perfect body was the almost perfect features of his beautiful face. He truly had been transformed into a remarkable specimen. Yes, he was ashamed and disgusted of what he had become but at the same time he couldn't help giving a sly, slightly leering smile as he admired at what he become. Then he caught himself giving the cocky smile. "What am I doing? There's nothing great about how I look now. This isn't me. I despise people who look like this, and are so into their looks."

"Simon, are you ready yet?" His mother was downstairs, calling to him. Simon had to get out of here. He couldn't let his mother see him like this. The only possible thing to do was to find the guys who did this to him and make them change him back. Simon didn't even feel the same trepidation and nervousness to the jocks anymore. Maybe he was so caught up in his desire to change himself back, or maybe, unaware of the fact, Simon's mind was being transformed so that he was no longer afraid of the big bullies.

"I need to get out of here. But shit! I can't walk around like this, in only a pair of boxers."

Simon took another admiring look at himself in the mirror. Maybe there is't anything wrong with walking round like this after all? he thought. No one's going to get offended by such a beautiful body as mine. Maybe some of the girls will actually give me a second glance like this.

Then Simon came to his senses, again. "What am I saying? I look horrible and manly. I only want a girl who can appreciate my intelligent mind, not one who's only interested in some large muscles. I've got to get some clothes and get out of here. I'm going to make those fucking dumbass's regret they ever messed around with me."

But all Simon's old clothes were too big for him now. The only thing he could find to wear was the tracksuit and vest-top that Paul-the-jock had left him the afternoon before. Then, it had been baggy and unsuitably fitted to his awkward frame. But with Simon's now-perfect body, it fitted perfectly. Showing off his muscular arms and chest. The tracksuit bottoms were also a snug fit and gave the impression that he was a dumb, lower-class, muscleboy; interested in showing off his body and his sports label clothes.

"Fuck, I look like an idiot" He exclaimed to himself, in a voice that was getting deeper and more manly all the time. "And what the fuck is happening to my voice? It won't stop cracking. It feels like its breaking, finally!"

Downstairs his mother called him one more time, in irritated tones, tired of waiting for her son to come for his breakfast.

"That bitch" exclaimed Simon. "I gotta get outta here, before she see's me like this. She'll fucking whoop my ass if she sees how I'm lookin' and speakin'."

And with that he was out of his window and on his way to school. He needed to find Marc and Paul and the rest of the jocks. He had to get them to change him back. He couldn't stay like this for much longer, could he?

Simon had been so quick to get out of the house that he hadn't got time to put on any shoes. Besides all his old shoes were too small for him now, his feet seem to have grown a fair bit as well. And anyway, he wanted some neat sports trainers, like Nike or Adidas, not the lame loafers and shit he had in his wardrobe. Man he needed to sort some of his shit out!

It was a hot day and the pavement was scorching on his bare feet. "Fuck, this hurts" he muttered under his breath. But his determination to get to school and sort out Marc and his boys was too strong.

Across the road were some girls he recognised from school. Tammy Oldham and Melissa Whitehead, two girls from his class. When Simon used to get grief off everyone those two normally had a part to play in it, being a couple of the cutest and most popular chicks in school. Despite acknowledging their pretiness Simon had built up a hatred of the girls in his mind because of the part they played in his bullying. But with his changing mind different prioritys were emergind. Now Simon just saw them as two hot chicks he could score.

"Fuck, I've been a pansy virgin-boy for too fucking long." Si thought too himself. "All the other boys in my class, scored years ago. Aint it about time I got some off the action?"

With their long, slim legs; attractive figures and well displayed breasts Simon thought like they could be the ones too start off his long career in womanising. He had never done anything like this before but suddenly Simon had an overwhelming urge to get their attention, by putting his hand in his mouth and giving them a long wolf-whistle.

Suddenly they turned, and it was immediately evident they were pleased with what they saw. Short, blonde hair; a beautiful masculine and angelic face, with sharp blue eyes and the muscular, manly body to die for. Even his clothes; a simply wife-beater shirt and a ratty pair of tracksuit bottoms, seemed to scream out his masculinity. They didn't even notice the lack of trainers, but there was something about his shapely large feet as well.

"Who is that?" Melissa asked her friend. "I dunno, don't think I've ever seen him before in my life." "He seems kinda familiar. He has to be the hottest thing..." "Oh god! He's coming over.."

They watched with admiration as Si struttered over to the girls. Everything about him; his looks, his walk, even his cocky expression, oozed sexy confidence. In his head Simon was already planning on which girl he was going to take first, what he was going to say to get her; he didn't care about what happened afterwards. His thoughts of getting back at Marc and changing him back into a nerd seemed to have completely vanished from his mind. Without realising it , he had realised the benefits of being, in all appearances, a jock.

As Si started to strut over to the two girls, he felt a tingle run down his spine, and he shivered for a second. Lifting his arm to scratch his armpit with the other, he felt something unfamiliar. He didn't show it on his face, but he felt surprise at the thick brush of hair in his pit.

Never looking away from the girls, he began to call out, "Hey, ladies, how about you show me around. I'm new in the area, and I REALLY need to learn the 'lay' of the land."

The two girls looked at each other and giggled, they looked giddy that such a hunk was approaching them. "Ohmigod," Tammy said to the other, "He looks even bigger and better up close!"

Glancing down at himself for a second, Si almost started, but maintained his cool. He was huge! Even bigger than before, his shirt straining over his big traps, his pants stretched over big thighs and calves. And down under his tracksuit pants, a large bulge swung between his muscular legs, where he felt most of the blood normally going to his brain draining.

As he stopped only a step or two away from the girls, he felt his mind slowing, the words taking more effort. "Hey, girls, I want some fun." his still-even-deeper voice began to rumble.

Awed at the size of this large hunk, Mel glanced quickly at Tammy, and they each grabbed one of the jock's now-massive paws, and dragged him back towards Mel's house, only two houses from where they were standing. In her garage, an old couch was waiting to be taken to the dump. But it'd do fine.

Being guided along by these two hot chicks, Si felt his mind slow, his perceptions being reduced to the guided thumps of his feet and the rapid beats of his blood flowing into his groin.

Feeling a sudden tingle and itch spread first across his face, then his chest, he looked into a darkened window as he passed, noting with growing satisfaction the suddenly-dark stubble that had grown on his chin and jaw. A quick glance down confirmed the presence of the same on his chest and forearms.

Leading Si around her house, Mel opened the side door leading into the garage, flipping on a small light. Tammy pulled him forward through the door, stopping when they heard a thump. Si's head had hit the top of the low doorframe, but he didn't care in the least, his now-thicker skull and protruding brow absorbing the impact without the slightest pain. Noting the dull smile on the hunk's face, Mel took his hand and guided him over to the couch, pushing him back to fall onto the cushions.

With that collapse, so did his pants, the thighs ripping out and his bulging groin bursting the seams on the tracksuit.

"Ohmigod.." and "Damn.." the two girls cooed, eyeing the impressive size of the jock. He didn't seem to mind in the least, and began reaching towards them, pawing at their chests with each hand.

A quick tug of the overburdened boxers exposed Si's erection, which even only half-hard arched out a good 9 inches. One hand dropped away from Mel's chest, and began pumping the rod. The other began ripping his own clothes off his body, freeing his muscles.

Both girls gasped at the sight, the scent of his sweat and musk turning them on. They began to strip for him, coyly pulling their clothes off even as they lustily stared as his body and equipment.

Tammy was the first to finish stripping, her skimpy outfit falling away to reveal her set of C-cup breasts, a delicate waist from plenty of exercise and cheerleading, and thin hips combined with a beautiful ass. She rushed in to Si, pressing a desperate kiss on the lips, with slight surprise at the rough stubble that she hadn't noticed before. She kept going, running her hands over his round shoulders, thick neck, and large, muscle-bound and also hairy, chest. His free hand came from behind and pressed her strawberry-blond head into his face

Melissa, noting the abandon with which Tammy kissed him, skipped being sexy and simply yanked off the rest of her clothes, and immediately dove for his now-hard rod. Pulling his hand off, she began kissing and rubbing the rod with one hand while guiding his hand to her D-cup breasts. She wasn't as thin as her friend, but her large hips were more curvy and shapely.

Si, now overcome with arousal, grunted, as he felt yet another tingle run over his body, this time accompanied by a slight ache in his bones, as if he'd been pulled on a rack. In response he stretched himself to try and relieve the ache, his hands staying on the girls but his elbows flying out. His head had been resting on one armrest, but now as he stretched, one foot found itself lodged over the other end of the over-7-foot-long couch. His muscles burned as they pumped with blood, and he felt himself slip a little as his body expanded.

Mel was just about to try and swallow the head of this magnificent jock's dick, when it pulsed and swelled a bit more. Frowning in disappointment, she thought to herself, 'Already?' Noting no shot being fired however, she instead decided to take the cock straight into herself, her trepidation being overridden by her overwhelming lust for this hunk of man.

Lifting her face from the rod, she gasped when she looked it over, it seemed to be even bigger! It looked more like 16 inches long, twice as big as her last boyfriend. She didn't know if she could handle it, but was more than willing to try. As she lined herself up, her lower lips brushed the head of his cock.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her ass, and she almost screamed in pain as she was impaled on the mighty dick. She bit her lip, however, and let herself fall into the pleasure.

Oh god, Si thought, this is so good.. His body was now tingling constantly, and he could feel the thick, rough hair on his chest rubbing over Tammy's cleavage while the stubble on his face could be felt as he kissed her. His muscles bulged, and he was sure his dick was still growing as he began to thrust his hips into Melissa. His large, softball-size testes moved with the thrusts, and he could feel them swelling, getting ready to shoot.

All at once, he felt a white-hot pleasure course through his body, as he lost all sense of time and the outside world.

When he awoke, probably only a few seconds later, he could feel his thick load, having shot into and filled Melissa, running back out of her along his shaft and into the now-thick hair of his groin.

As he pulled out of her, he realized, he still felt.. aroused. Tammy, who by now was kissing his bulging biceps, needed to be fucked, he realized. Even as he lifted her off of his upper body, and impaled her where her friend had been moments ago and began thrusting, other things were going on in his head.

His mind had changed, he could feel it. Now, his goals, in the back of his mind, the root of all his needs, were to dominate. To dominate other males on the court and field, and to dominate women everywhere else, his male virility allowing him to do both. The other males were his competition, other jocks, and even nerds, geeks, and so forth, like he used to be, they were a very insult to his existence. And the women were his goals, they were his to be conquered. HE needed to be the alpha-male, the leader of the pack, that was what drove him, because the alpha got to fuck the brains out of every girl in his domain.

As soon as this cleared for him, it disappeared under the haze of lust once more. Melissa, now recovering from her own ordeal, began to crawl back onto him, still driven by her lust. That drive caused her to begin kissing his face, his neck, her hands rubbing his muscles for all they could. One hand's long fingernails began to comb through the hair of his chest, which stretched up, connected to his beard-growth as it went up, his armpits on the sides, and his broad trail down his ab-ridged belly and joined with his pubic hair.

He was hairy, he was muscular beyond belief, he was hung better than most equines, and he was tall, large, and dominant in mind.

He was a new man. No. He was a true Jock.

"Come on baby, give it to me. Harder, deeper, stronger" Mel begged the muscular stud.

It had taken him several long hard fucks, but Si was starting to feel all fucked out. He knew that he'd be ready for some more action soon, probably in an another hour or so. But for now, the clawing desperation of the beautiful babes was begining to irritate him. Lazily and effortlessly, he pushed Mel away.

"What's the matter honey?" MEl asked, concerned. "I'm all fucked out baby" Si answered in his now deep sexy tones. He didn't bother to hide his cocky smirk as he watched the extreme dissapointment in Mel's face. Where did he put his fucking clothes? "Just a few more minutes, please?" Si sneered arrogantly. Now that he knew he wouldn't get anything out of it, he didn't have time for anything else. Besides, he'd just remembered why he bothered to leave the house this morning. Those fucking assholes were gonna pay...

"Where are you going?" Mel asked anxiously as Si pulled his tracksuit bottoms back on. "I don't have to tell you fucking nuffink, bitch" shrugged Si, carelessly. She was annoying the hell out of him now. There was only one use for women, and the longer they kept their mouths shut, the better. He couldn't find his shirt, but he didn't care. He had a fucking awesome body and it was a sunny day.

Without even a wave to Tammy and Mel, Si strutted out. Now that his lustful needs had been satisfied, he had a need for a fight.

Si knew where he'd have to go to find the jocks.

Lessons had already started at school, but Marc and his bunch of jocks didnt have time for Math and Grammar and all that shit. They were most likely at the pitch already, getting in some practice for the big game.

Si had never been much of a football-fan; well, not much of a sports fan full stop. But today, there was something about the idea of sweating it out on a big patch of grass, with some other buff guys, and a ball to throw about.

Right now the jocks were taking a break from the practice. And were standing at one end of the pitch, joking about. One of the boys, Chris, was bragging about the girl he had ended up with last night. Si smirked to himself as he wondered what they'd say when he told them that he'd spent the last half hour fucking the brains out of Tammy Weston, and Marc's girlfriend Mel. She'd been especially eager and satisfied by his large fuckstick; like she'd never really been satisfied like that before. Si started to wonder if Marc wasn't the big man he liked everyone to think it was.

"Wassup dudes" he announced loudly to the small crowd of jocks. They turned to look at him and met his cocky, leering grin with mostly puzzled expressions. None of them seemed to recognise the big dumb jock stood before them. With his big hairy muscular chest on display he looked like one hell of a studs. But they thought they knew all the jocks around the school.

"Wassup dude." replied Paul gently, speaking for the rest of the group. He couldn't take his eyes away from his magnificent body. That kid must have undergone a hell of a workout to look like that. And despite the mass of manly stubble, his face still looked pretty young and fresh, but he had the body of some older college player.

"What's the matter with you fuckers? Ain't you ever seen a jock like me before?" "Course we have dude. We just thought we knew most of the jocks round here." Simon grinned "You've got a short fucking memory. Only yesterday you were bragging about what a muscular stud you were gonna turn me into. And look at me. Fuck, I'm huge. The chicks can't get enough of me like this. Even I fucking can't. You did this to me, dudes."

"What a minute, you're....Simon?"

Si grinned. "You got it."

"Fuck man! We knew the transformation was gonna be huge. We didnt realise this huge." All of a sudden, the awkwardness of the situation seemed to have dissapeared. The jocks couldn't believe how Simon had turned out; but they weren't angry with him anymore. Now that he wasn't a nerd, he was one of the boys. Another big fuck-off dude to play football with. They rushed forward, giving the dumb jock playful punches on the arm; treating him like a lifelong buddy that really belonged.

Simon couldn't even remember being angry at the jocks, anymore. His mind was changing all the time. Now it was the jocks he wanted to spend all his free time with, when he wasn't fucking the chicks that is. It was like he'd known these boys all his life as they joked around, admiring how strong and manly he'd become.

"So, how did it happen man?" "I woke up like it! One minute I'm a skinny pansy of a nerd, the next I'm everything I wanna be." It felt impossible to Simon that he had only been like this for an hour or so. He thought he could still remember something different. Remember how he felt when he woke up. Then, the idea of being some big dumb jock hadn't pleased him too much. He'd been different then, his mind worked differently. He couldn't remember half the stuff he used to.

"What's the matter, dude?" "Fuck knows. I was just thinking how different I felt, this morning." "Too fucking right. You were a nerd then. You had brains and shit. No fucking jock needs to know how math works." Si grinned, his buddy was right. He didn't seem to have a fucking clue how half of that stuff worked anymore, but it didnt bother him shit. Now, he'd happily beat up any little fucker who could handle a calculator better than he could a football.

Suddenly a loud siren sounded over the football. "Fuck, what's that shit?" "Jesus, you have become a bit of a dumbass, haven't ya? DOn't you even recognise the school-bell anymore?" Si stood there, a big dumb expression on his face, and lazily scratched at his facial stubble. "Fuck. I guess that means we gotta go to lessons, right?" "Yeah, man. It's the shit, but Principal Maitheson said he won't let us play anymore football for the school if we don't at least go to one math lesson a week. And you're coming with us too, jock. Math used to be your favourite subject, didnt it? But now you're gonna sit at the back of the class with the rest of the boys. We don't let any fuckers teach us what we don't wanna know, anyway." •