“Bro, what have you been checking your phone for all day?” Asked Wesley. Garret didn’t even look up from his phone.
“Shut up, dude,” he said. “I just have a package coming soon, I keep checking my email for it.”
“Weirdo,” replied Wesley. The rest of the day continued like that, with Garret checking his phone even in class. Wesley didn’t pay him much mind, after all, he had his own life as captain of the basketball team AND star baseball player.
Later that day, Wesley was home alone, everyone else had gone out to dinner. There was a knock at the door. When Wesley answered it, it was Garret, who stumbled in, clearly a bit drunk.
“Dude, you’re not gonna try more gay shit like you did last time you were drunk?” Wesley asked.
“Shut up, Wes,” Garret slurred. “You don’t know how to mind your own business, so I’m hear to show you.”
Garret wandered over to the kitchen, Wes following, semi-amused. Pulling out a shot glass, Garret took a small glass bottle out of his jacket pocket and poured a small amount of the clear liquid into it.
Wes shrugged, what would one shot of this stuff hurt? He shot it back in one try. At first, he didn’t feel anything, but then his whole body seemed to set on fire. The room wavered and his legs lost strength, and he collapsed onto the floor. He tried to ask what was happening, but then couldn’t speak. Soon, he was unable to even move on the cold floor. Garret leaned over with a big drunk smile.
“Bro, it worked!” he slurred. Wesley felt himself picked up by Garret, who was now massive. He was walked to the nearest bathroom, where he could see in the mirror. Garret was holding a jockstrap there. At that moment, the realization hit him. That drink had turned him into the jock! Garret dropped him on the floor.
“Gotta do a before and after,” he said.
“Before,” he slurred, then started taking his clothes off. After he had drunkenly gotten all of them off, with Wesley forced to watch the whole process, he slipped his legs into Wes’s jockstrap body. Wes felt himself glide up Garret’s legs before his pouch was stuffed with the other guy’s dick and his straps were wrapped around Garrett’s ass.
Suddenly, Garrett moaned, and Wes felt the dick inside him start to harden. In the mirror, all of Garrett’s features and body shifted, until he was an exact match of Wes. Looking around, he saw Wes’s dirty baseball pants and an underarmor shirt, which he pulled on. Wes felt ever movement from his position. His vision went dark as his own former clothes covered himself.
Garrett grabbed Wes’s phone, which he had grabbed back in the kitchen, and snapped a picture, which he sent to his own phone.
“After,” he said, in Wesley’s voice. Grabbing his crotch, where Jock-Wes was, he grinned. “And don’t worry Wes, it’s not ‘that gay shit’ if I’m in your body, dude.”
Wes felt the dick within him strain against his fabric even harder. “Uh-oh,” he thought.
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