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More Hippies Turn Into Aggressive Jocks – Epilogue
That afternoon, the four new jocks: Braeden, Chad, Jake, and now Peyton, as well as their creator Josh, played ball on the campus quad, exercising their athletic bodies vigorously. The laughing, teenage boys were the best examples of stellar jocks, pumped on adrenaline, Peyton, Chad and Braeden choosing to go shirtless, sweat pouring down their sculpted chest, while Jake and Josh wore their thin sports-logo tanktops. Jake lifted up his shirt every so often to wipe the sweat off his tanned face, exposing the bulging new eight-pack, and Chad and Braeden would whistle in appreciation. Peyton, the most muscle-bound, aggressively tackled the rest, as he enjoyed his new thickness, while every boy sprinted on long, pumped-up legs, across the grass.
But it was not to last long, for unbeknownst to Josh, the changes he had made to the formula just before feeding it to Peyton had made it highly volatile, causing that strange pheromone to emit from his sweat, and all five jocks were getting plenty of whiffs of the new boy’s masculine odor, which started to trigger new changes. The whole scheme was about to break down…
Braeden felt more out of breath than usual, and he asked that they stop the game for a while, as he bent and held his knees, feeling up his powerful thighs. Suddenly, the muscle seemed slimmer there. Also, his feet were itching, suddenly feeling very confined in his football cleats. “Naaah, duuuude,” he suddenly drawled, “Anyone else feeling funny?”
Chad scratched at his chest, finding a few of the light pelt of blonde hairs had vanished, only a few short strands of blonde hair left between his pecs. He hadn’t been very hairy to begin with, but his torso was increasingly looking baby-smooth, his blonde treasure trail disappearing into his shorts, just as it had been when he was a dolphin-slick surfer.
Josh started to panic as he realized something was wrong: He was feeling it as well. It suddenly dawned on him that not only were his new creations starting to reject their new programming, returning them to the funky, annoying hippies they had been not too long ago, but the pheromones Peyton continued to emit in his sweat were triggering a change in Josh as well. “No, man, no!” Josh suddenly whined. But yeah, he knew what was about to happen. Already, his mind seemed different, their football game seeming ultra-stupid, as he just wanted to chill, smoke some bud, live as naturally as- “No!” he screamed at his brain, and he shook his head, finding that his once neat, stylish cut seemed much shaggier, some bangs falling into his blue eyes. Could it really happen that fast?
The other jocks’ eyes were widening, as they stared at Josh in confusion. Peyton felt up his sweaty chest, finding the muscle he had just grown already seemed to be contracting, his look increasingly that of a very lean fitness model, as he, like Braeden, removed the shoes that were making his feet itch like crazy. His buzzcut was rapidly growing out, the brown hair again falling into his eyes, and he wondered what had happened to the snakebite in his lip…
“Duuuude,” Chad uttered, ending it with a high, goofy laugh. He felt a tickle around his shoulders and found the long strands of his mane already reached his narrow shoulders. Where the fuck was his surfboard? He should be out catching some killer waves on a day this righteous. His body was starting to settle in, and he ditched those confining high-tops, his legs now slender and lanky, and sat to maintain a yoga pose. His taut tummy grumbled, again craving a veggie burger. After all, meat is murder!
Josh just stared in a stupor, too dazed by the whole situation to even care much anymore. His long, black hair was blowing in the wind, and he was liking how it draped across his eyes now. He didn’t remember removing his shoes, but this was so much better, just letting his long toes flex in the grass. He looked over at Jake, thinking Rainbow suited him so much better… The boy had flung off his ballcap, shaking out a head of hair growing increasingly thick, long and sunbleached, his face narrowing and looking smooth and boyish. The tank top now hung ridiculously baggy on his skinny frame, and so Rainbow removed it, as well as his shoes. The track pants pooled around his feet, and he removed those as well, leaving him in a pair of boxers ready to slip off his narrow waist. Rainbow could deal with that until he found his ratty shorts. Yeah, he was just a beach skater rat after all, feeling more naked without his board than without clothes. Rainbow was his name, and he was a friend to all…
“Duuuude,” exhaled Braeden dreamily, as he felt up his nearly waist-length brown hair, his eyes hazy from a naturally stoned state. But he could use some herb man, and he needed it quick before he grew cranky again… He saw another smiling hippie beside him, that surfer in a yoga pose, and he went over to say hi, thinking he looked cute. For although they all were returning to their former hippie state, they would remain gay. Chad smiled and flashed a peace sign as he invited Braeden to sit beside him, and they entwined their hairless lower legs together, their bare feet feeling great next to each other.
Peyton groaned, his voice light and rather falsetto again, as the last of his muscle drained away. He was again just a very tall, lightweight hippie, hair draping across his narrow face, and he greeted the short skaterboy at his side. Rainbow was now the smallest of them, but he wanted very much to be with these fine hippie boys, perhaps even show off his blowjob skills. In fact, he recognized Chad now, one of the surfers he used to service quite often before he mysteriously disappeared.
“Hey, dudes, ya wanna come back to my pad and just bake and chill?” Braeden offered the new posse that had appeared before him. Josh blinked, the idea now sounding really killer to him. He was a fine-looking hippie boy, too, now, with long, black hair, a bit on the wavy side, surrounding his tanned face with gentle, intelligent blue eyes. He paced barefoot toward his buds, flashing them the peace sign. “I’m in, dudes!”
And all five of them went back to Braeden’s place, after stocking up on typical stoner snacks, all feeling more relaxed and at ease than they had in weeks. Rainbow did get his chance to give every boy there some relief, even Josh, and the former jock, who had started this whole experiment, only to have it backfire spectacularly, remembered nothing of his former ill-tempered life. He was a chill-as-fuck, stoned, gay hippie boy, kicking back barefoot as always with some of the cutest guys on campus, and he snuggled up to the cute skater rat beside him, promising him they would go back the beach and get his skateboard before long, maybe even go with Chad to retrieve his surfboard and watch him shoot the curl. Who knows, dude? Their life was totally unplanned and spontaneous from hereon, just as it should be…