The Jock who got his cock | TG STORY
Nick was an absolute dick to everyone at school, the only people he wasn't a complete prick to was Lucy his girlfriend and his best friend Zachary but he was also a dick but not as big as Nick. One evening after a big game of football Nick went to the locker room with all of team members and hit the showers. when he was done and walked out of the shower and changed, there was a girl down the locker aisles.
"Woah, good looking what are you doing in here" he said as he put his clothes on.
The girl just sat there and stared at him, he had no idea who she was or what she wanted but before he walked out he looked into her eyes. "I don't know what you're doing but you have to stop, it's creeping me out" he said before rolling his eyes and heading to the stairs to leave the locker room until she finally spoke.
"You will pay for what you have done to us" she said as a breeze picked up but it was weird because they were inside and no doors were open.
"Us?" he questioned
Suddenly the girl's eyes had a strange glimmer and a small glow to each pupil and Nick was not feeling good. He felt sweaty, his palms feeling oily and breath hatched in fear, he had no idea what was going on until he blacked out but he could still feel his movement and seconds later he was holding the rail and regained his vision to see his surrounding and well it happen to be in a different perspective and when he looked down he was greeted with his new body.
Nick’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of his new form. Curves, smooth skin, long dark hair cascading over his shoulders. His legs felt longer, his balance slightly off as he stood in unfamiliar shoes. The tight, revealing outfit clung to a body that was most definitely not his own.
Panic surged through him as he turned back to the girl, but she was gone—vanished as if she had never been there. His hands trembled as they ran over his new shape, a mix of fear and confusion knotting in his gut.
“What the fuck…?” His voice was softer, sultrier completely foreign.
The sound of approaching footsteps snapped him out of his daze. The rest of the team was coming. His heart pounded. How the hell was he going to explain this but he wasn't going to wait to find out so he quickly grabbed his bags and ran out but the unfamiliar jiggle and weight to his body sent somewhat pleasurable shockwaves through his body and he had to head home.
Nick got home luckily for him, his parents were out on a buisness trip for the week and the feeling of being musty bugged him so he headed to the shower.
Nick stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his new, unfamiliar body. The sensation was overwhelming—every drop of water felt more intense against his softened, hypersensitive skin. His breath came in short, uneven gasps as his hands roamed over his curves, his fingers tracing the outline of his waist, hips, and thighs. The heat of the water combined with the heat of his own confusion, sending shivers down his spine.
His mind was still reeling. The girl in the locker room… what had she done to him? And why did it feel so good in a way? Every movement, every shift of weight, every slight touch sent unfamiliar sensations coursing through him. He swallowed hard, pressing a hand to his stomach. His heartbeat was erratic, caught somewhere between fear and an unsettling sense of pleasure.
After finally composing himself, he turned off the shower and stepped out, Looking down and his wet naked body and then the reflection in the fogged-up mirror caught his eye, and he hesitated before wiping away the steam. He grabbed a towel and as he dried up he stared into his reflection watching his new self doing exactly as he did.
Soon eneough he realized he needed clothes and he walked into his parent's room, his face burned as he rifled through his mother’s drawer, pulling out a delicate matching set of lingerie deep burgundy lace that felt impossibly soft between his fingers. He hesitated, staring at the fabric. Did he really have to wear this? But as he looked down at himself, at the impossible curves that refused to be ignored, he knew he had no choice.
Slipping into the lingerie was an experience in itself. The cool silk of the bra brushed against his skin, hugging him in a way that was both foreign and strangely comforting. The panties slid up his thighs effortlessly, the lace teasing his newly sensitive skin. He exhaled sharply, every nerve in his body hyper-aware of the fabric clinging to him.
He turned back to the mirror, taking in the sight. He looked…good, sexy, and it turned him on. The way the lingerie hugged his figure, the way his hair cascaded down his shoulders, it was almost hypnotic.
Suddenly he felt a wave of excitement, the temptation to try more clothes on intrigued him even more and it was obvious he filled out his mom's clothes perfectly.
His eyes drifted toward the closet.
The thought of trying on more clothes sent a thrill through him, one he couldn’t ignore. With careful, almost hesitant movements, he made his way to the wardrobe and pulled open the doors. His mother’s dresses hung neatly in a row, the soft fabrics and elegant designs suddenly calling to him in a way they never had before.
His fingers danced across the hangers before he settled on a sleek black dress. He pulled it over his head, letting it slide down his frame. It hugged him in all the right places, accentuating the curves he was still struggling to accept as his own. The silky material sent another shiver through him, a strange mix of excitement and disbelief flooding his senses.
Stepping in front of the mirror, he turned slightly, watching the way the dress clung to his hips. It was surreal. Just hours ago, he had been Nick the cocky, sharp tongued football player. Now, he looked like… like someone else entirely. Someone beautiful.
He tried another dress a deep red one with thin straps that showed off more of his new figure. Then another, a soft blue piece that flared at the waist. Each outfit sent another pulse of excitement through him.
Then his gaze fell on something else.
A blue bikini.
His breath caught in his throat. "No way." That was a step too far, right? And yet, his hands were already moving, reaching for the tiny two-piece.
He slid off the dress and held up the bikini, his pulse racing. The fabric felt impossibly small, yet as he pulled the top on, the snug fit sent an unfamiliar but strangely *pleasant* sensation through his chest. The bottoms followed, hugging his hips in a way that left little to the imagination.
Turning back to the mirror, his hands tracing every part of his body.
He looked stunning.
The bikini accentuated everything, every curve, every dip of his waist. He posed slightly, shifting his hips, watching the way his body moved. The sight sent another rush of excitement through him, his new reflection an undeniable mix of elegance and allure.
But the realization of what he was doing finally hit him. His face flushed as he quickly pulled off the bikini and reached for the lingerie he had started with. He slid it back on, feeling the cool fabric embrace him once more.
"What do i do now?" he thought, suddenly as if a small voice called his name from his mom little drawer from the bottom and he quickly kneed down and opened the drawer and there it was a... vibrator.
Nick’s breath hitched as he stared down at the open drawer, his heart pounding. The toy before him just calling to him and then a shiver ran down his spine, and he quickly shut the drawer, standing up as if jolted by an electric shock.
"What the hell am I doing?"
His mind was spinning. This wasn’t just some prank, some temporary trick—this body felt *real*, every sensation heightened, every movement reminding him that he was no longer who he had been just hours ago. He hugged his arms around himself, feeling the soft lace of the lingerie press against his skin, grounding him in this strange new reality.
He needed answers.
His eyes darted back to the mirror, meeting the gaze of his new reflection. Those full lips, the deep, dark eyes—there was something unsettling about how right it looked. He turned away quickly, shaking his head.
“I can't live like this, i need that bitch to change me back” he murmured.
She had done this to him. That voice in the locker room, the strange sensation before he blacked out—none of this was random. Someone had wanted this to happen.
His fingers clenched into fists but then heard something behind him
A chill ran down Nick’s spine as he froze, his breath caught in his throat. The room was silent...too silent. But he knew he had heard something. A faint rustle, like fabric shifting. Or maybe… a whisper?
Slowly, he turned around.
Nothing.
The room was exactly as it had been, his mother’s wardrobe slightly open, the drawer now closed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting long, eerie shadows.
Then, just as he convinced himself it was his imagination-
A soft, deliberate knock against the closet door.
Nick’s stomach twisted. His pulse thundered in his ears. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to bolt out of the house and never look back. But his feet remained rooted to the floor, as if something unseen held him there.
The knock came again.
Swallowing hard, he stepped forward, each movement slow and hesitant. His delicate fingers trembled as he reached for the closet handle.
With a deep breath, he yanked it open.
The closet was empty.
At first he thought but then a shadow curled at the very back, shifting like mist. And out of it, a shape emerged.
It was her.
The girl from the locker room.
But this time, her face was clearer, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light. She was smiling, soft, knowing, like she had been expecting this.
“Enjoying yourself, Nick?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement as she looked at nick's new body up and down, "Yup, Sure looks like it"
Nick stumbled back, his heart hammering. “What the hell did you do to me?”
Her head tilted slightly, the grin never fading. “I only gave you what you deserved.”
Nick clenched his fists, rage and confusion clashing inside him. “Change me back. Right now!”
She tsked, stepping closer. The air around her shimmered with an eerie, invisible energy. “Oh, but why would you want that? You’re perfect now.”
Nick shook his head violently. “No. No, this isn’t *me*.”
The girl only laughed. It was a sweet, haunting sound. “Isn’t it? Look at yourself, Nick. Look at how easily you fit into this body. How naturally you move. How tempted you already are to become her.”
"No, No, YOU'RE WRONG"
But she was right, The girl stepped even closer, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Tell me, Nick… are you sure you really want to go back?”
She then snapped her fingers and suddenly a new shadow appeared from the closet but the figure quickly came to light, it was his best friend completely nude and ready to make love with Nick.
"She's all yours Zach" She said as she backed away
Zach noticing how uncomfortable Nick is, he looks at the mysterious girl.
"Does she really want to do this?" he asked while his bricked up dick slowly went soft.
"Oh she wants it" She then snapped her fingers and Nick snapped into a hypnosis where all he wanted was to be fucked and railed by Zachary and well you can see what happened next...
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