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“Thought you could keep all this hidden didn’t you” Wade smirked waving a hand over his swelling body
Ike held his head in his hands, he should of followed Wade when he’d went to the toilet. He knew Wade was suspicious of Ike’s recent behavior. All the sudden change of plans, all the odd things he was buying.
“Wade you idiot” he whined
Wade ignored him, his swollen pecs his only concern. He cupped them and gave them a squeeze. Then bounced out a quick tune.
“That stuff wasn’t for me or you” Ike explained “It was for the meat heads at school”
“What, why would you want to make them bigger” Wade asked his eyes still on his swollen pecs
“Because it turns them into submissive slaves” Irk shook his head as Wade dropped onto the bed still feeling up his pecs, he needed to use smaller words “It destroys your brain”
“My what” Wade asked with a glazed expression, his huge pecs still bouncing
“You mind, your IQ is dropping by the second” Ike patted the huge dumb muscle boy’s capped head “Soon you won’t even remember how to spell your name”
Wade was pulling at his erect nibbles now “That’s stupid…..W……A…..D….”
“Wad” Ike mocked “Your name is Wad”
“No……” Wade thought for a second “It’s Wade”
“Good boy” Ike patted his head again
Ike quickly thought this new situation out. Wade was huge now, and completely under Ike’s control. He wouldn’t need to make his bullies drooling muscle freaks, he had a hulking protector now.
He smiled down at the seated hunk, Wade’s attention back onto his giant meaty pecs, the thudding of his swollen chest bringing a goofy smile to his dumb face.
I could always make an army of dopy hulks, Ike mused.
Spending time with my back wood cousins wasn’t what I wanted to spend my summer doing but Dad insisted it would bring me closer to my roots or something. They blared country music to loud all worked on cars or motor bikes and drank this horrible moonshine nearly constantly. “You wouldn’t think it.‘a so bad if you had a taste.” My cousin Jim smirked. Rolling my eyes I took a small sip my head started to feel a little fuzzy. I could hear Jim laugh off in the distance. “Your Daddy did say you were a light weight. Don’t worry we’ll turn you into real farm boy shit yet. Just wait till you’re riding my Daddies dick always makes me feel sore!”
I had always been nerdy and I had hoped college was going to be different. Luckily with in my first few days I met Coach Bradshaw head of the football team who said that he could help me out. He dealt with trades I give him something and he lets me change something about my body. First I got rid of my acne it cost a few IQ points but it was worth it besides I had always been to smart for my own good. With in a week I asked how much muscles would cost a whole lot more than the acne but I guess that made sense. After trading away those IQ points I started getting my first B’s and even a few C’s. Last week I noticed I was looking pretty good but it still wasn’t perfect. “Hey coach I said listen there’s something a little more…personal I’d like to make a trade for.” I said squeamishly.
“You want a long fat cock don’t you boy?” I guess I blushed because Coach Bradshaw laughed. “Don’t worry everyone on the team got those improved first thing.
“What’ll it cost me? Some more intelli-intelligen- some more smartness?”
“Why don’t you step into my office and we’ll work everything out?”
Where is this coach who trades smarts in for body hotness?
The nerd had just finished his first-ever weight workout. Coach’s motivational tapes were still echoing in his ears. The tight athletic gear still felt unfamiliar, but amazing too.
He paused, while the swirling desire mounted up within him until he couldn’t resist any more. He shyly raised his arm, and FLEXED for the first time ever.
Every year, Coach picks a few of the guys to be his “special” students. Those guys – I mean, us guys! – will all be molded into godlike champions – and tireless sex machines.
“So you don’t smoke, like ever?” I asked my roommate Matt.
“Nah, never, why?” He asked as he lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. At this point I couldn’t help myself from laughing out loud. Matt just looked at me strangely.
“What? I don’t get it why are you laughing?” Matt asked as he took another drag of the cigarette.
“So you’re saying you would never smoke?” I asked while trying to control my laughter.
“No? It’s a gross habit.” He said while blowing out more smoke in my direction.
The hypnosis appeared to be working perfectly. He was completely unaware that he was under my hypnotic spell. He had no idea that I hypnotized him to be a chain smoker. He was under my control and yet he still believed he was in complete control and was unable to notice the things I was making him do even while I was making him do them. Which made things even hotter for me.
“I’ll bet you’re going to tell me you’ve never had sex with a guy before either.” I asked him with another laugh.
“Fuck no,” Matt said as he set his cigarette down just long enough to pull his shirt off, “I’ve told you before I only fuck girls, I’m not into that gay shit.” Matt said as he stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and unbuttoned his pants and crawled on top of me in my bed.
“You’re acting really weird today man.” Matt said while looming over me with the cigarette in between his lips and smoke billowing out from his nostrils all while maintaining an inquisitive face as he pulled out his erect cock and let me fuck him all night long. All the while being blissfully unaware that he was doing any of it.
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