He’s the new gym teacher at the school, never wears anything more concealing than this, and specifically requested to have all of the nerdiest guys in his class. He’s such a total alpha that no one thought to say no. All the nerds in his class were terrified for the first couple of days, but pretty soon, they got to like him. It was weird they had to call him Coach, but he was really supportive and protective of them.
By the end of the month, all of his students were working out in class in the same outfit as him. They’ve all started to put on serious muscle, thanks to the special shakes he gives them at the beginning and end of class. He’s gonna start just wearing his jock for the class, and knows the boys will do the same within a week. Coach loves how easy it is to make the nerds into total JOCKBOYS. It’s so awesome seeing them realize how hot muscle is, watching their eyes start to glaze over as their brains drain into their balls and muscle.
They don’t realize it, but they’ll all be massive dumb JOCKBOY sluts by the end of the year. Some of them have already started playing around with each other, and Coach is loving it. Get them all started on their first cycles pretty soon too, they’ll start to go to all their classes in just slutty shorts with no shirts, just like Coach.
Fuck yeah, it’s good to make new JOCKBOYS!
Credit where credit is due – this is the post that started the whole “remedial gym class” thing. Never not hot!
Such a waste of talent, I think. A smart, brilliant young man, with skill and potential to be great, all thrown away on a wish for a bit of a break from all the thinking and all of the work. Oh, honey, it’s too late to back down, now. The magic has already been enacted. Just know that there’s a price to pay, though I don’t think either of you would be particularly dissatisfied by what you end up with.
You open your eyes and suddenly you’re standing in front of a gym. Your boyfriend is beside you, but he seems almost different. His formerly bright eyes are dull, and he has a bit of a dopey look on his face. He looks around, but his eyes just glide over everything, almost like he’s not really paying all that much attention. And then he sees the sign for the gym and chuckles, the sound deep and utterly devoid of any intelligence.
“Bruh,” he grunts. “Let’s go in already. Can’t wait to fuckin’ pump these bitches,” he says, flexing his bulging biceps right in front of your eyes. The sight of it turns you on, and as your cock hardens in your track pants, you feel your mind fogging up ever so slightly. “Bro, like come on, we don’t have, like, all day,” your boyfriend insists.
Despite your better judgment, you follow him into the gym, and immediately the sound of pounding music assaults you and your senses. A small, brainless smile spreads across your boyfriend’s face and his eyes go unfocused. He stands there for a moment, mouth slightly agape.
You can hear him breathing through his mouth, and that fact sends another pang of pleasure through your cock. Your mind keeps getting foggier and foggier. You try to grasp for your intelligence, but it keeps slipping away. Your thoughts keep going slower and slower, becoming simpler with every passing moment.
It feels good. So good to listen. You look at your boyfriend as a smile to mirror his breaks across your face. He grabs you by the hand as he strips off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in just his sneakers and snapback. You do the same, going down to your jockstrap as you walk into the next room of the gym.
You don’t find a gym, however. You find a veritable orgy. You see couples, pairs, performing typical exercises but in a much more erotic fashion. A guy is doing burpees, sucking on a cock with every rep, and nearby a man is doing push ups, with his cock sinking into a moaning twink’s hole every time he lowers himself to the ground.
You chuckle dumbly. “Bruh, you should like, probably get on the bikes. You like those, right, babe?” your boyfriend says. You giggle, vapidly. Yeah, you love the bikes. The bikes are great. There are no seats. Instead, there are big floppy dildos that the rider can bounce up and down on while working out.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your boyfriend doing bench presses while a hung personal trainer stands behind him, cock out. Every time your boyfriend does a rep, the trainer lets him suck on the cock resting across his face. It’s so hot you can’t help but spray the bike with your cum, adding to the layer that’s already built up on the equipment.
Your boyfriend and you are definitely not going to have any trouble with stress from now on, and I bet with the guy like that helping him out, he’ll be hot and cut in no time. 😉
Can we talk about this for a second? Because this is exactly how history in the US is taught. Since I went to college, I’ve learned dozens of “facts” I’d been taught about the US military and our wars were complete and utter falsehoods made to make us appear the heroes. Every time I watch ATLA I discover more and more statements about the world around us and I just fucking love it.
I mean finding a similarly captioned snap pic might be hard and I wasn’t originally thinking of a way to continue it but I’ll keep my eye out for a good pic and if I find one I’ll do a continuation
See, here’s the problem with you nerds. You think that academics is the be-all and end-all of things. But that’s not really the truth. It doesn’t take a fairy to know that unless you’re going into academia that university grades don’t really matter. It’s good enough to just take the passing grade and move on. But you’re so used to the expectations on you now that you don’t think that’s acceptable, do you? Well, I’m sorry to say, but I think that your jock friend has the right of it. Why stress himself out chasing after a perfect GPA when there are so many other things that he could be doing with his life?
Oh, that’s not to say that I won’t take you up on your offer. I exist to fulfil the hottest, gayest fantasies, after all. I’m just saying, don’t be too surprised if it doesn’t have the effect that you want it to. After all, just making someone more intelligent says nothing about what they’ll be doing with that intelligence. You’re not changing his personality, you know.
Honey, it’s too late to back out now. The process has already started. An equivalent exchange. Some of your smarts for some of his body. And then, on top of that, my price for going through all of this trouble for you. Can you feel it? Yeah, just look down at that homework you have in front of you. What does this big word mean? Oh, you don’t remember? That’s good. I can tell you’re getting nervous, you’re starting to get panicky. Why can’t you figure out how to do this simple division, that basic addition?
Haha. Don’t worry. You’re feeling fuzzy. Your head is starting to get foggy. I can see your eyes glazing over. You feel hot now, don’t you? Horny all over? Can you feel your ass swelling? Yeah, I thought I’d throw in a nice bonus bubble butt. You’re going to need it, after all, with how dumb you’re going to end up being. Little slut like you will be too stupid to work in any industry.
You might think that construction work is pretty braindead, but you’ll be wrong. Your dumb ass would be a liability on those sites, so don’t even think about it. Actually, why don’t you stop thinking, period? It would feel so much better. Yeah, just give in to that pink cotton candy getting shoved in your head. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Just slowing your thoughts down. Making sure you don’t listen to them.
You’re getting so dumb now, aren’t you? Makes it so much easier to just listen to someone else tell you what to do. Makes it so much easier to let someone else think for you. Don’t worry. The jock you’ve been tutoring has always been pretty smart. He’s just never wanted to apply himself. You’ve just made him much smarter. I bet he’ll know exactly what to do with your ass.
And I bet you’ll love what he does. Well, have fun with your new life my dumb slut. I don’t think you quite accomplished what you wanted. The jock seems to want to focus more on fucking you and using you the way you’re supposed to be used than on his academics.
But with all the extra brainpower you’ve given him, I’m sure that he’ll find a way to be successful. After all, he’ll have a pretty slutty ex-nerd on his hands. The perfect camera whore. 😉
Darren couldn’t believe his brother was
behind on his gym payments. And apparently it was pretty bad. They said they
wouldn’t even let him leave until they were paid back or had a cosigner. His brother was normally
really good at paying things on time, even if he was a bit of a dumb jock.
Darren didn’t know where the jocky personality trait came from but Garret was
still his brother.
“Yo bro!” he shouted from across
the gym. No one seemed to have noticed. His big hulking body waved Darren down.
“Bro… So like I’m in huge trouble. When I got this membership I didn’t read all
the print or whatever and now they’re saying I owe like a bunch of money. You
gotta help me out.”
Getting into trouble wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Garret always leaped before he’d even consider looking. “That’s what you’ve gotten yourself into…” Darren sighed.
“Dad’s going to be pissed when he finds out…”
“But dad doesn’t have to find out.
I just need you to help me,” Garret was about to start pleading. “Please man.
You won’t regret it.”
“Fine…” Darren couldn’t believe he
was doing this. He was already paying back his student loans and now he was
supposed to take this on too. “What’s a little more debt…” It wasn’t a good
idea but thinking about what his dad would probably do to Garret he couldn’t
really refuse.
“You’re the best bro! This way,” he
said throwing his large arm around Darren’s body. “The manager’s this way.” As
they walked to the back room Darren couldn’t believe the size difference. He’d
known that his brother had been working out for a while but he was absolutely
massive. ‘Genetics,’ he always joked to himself. A lot of it was hard work too
though. He’d spent so much time in the gym that it was almost worrying.
As they entered the office the
manager looked up. “So this is who you want to help you pay?” he had a steely
stare as he looked Darren over.
“Yes sir! Yes sir!” Garret had a
sing songy voice as he said it. “Little bro really needs a boost. He’s all
responsible and shit. Like I know he’ll help pay it back.”
The manager looked Darren over.
“You know what you’re signing to?”
Darren was getting cold feet. The
manager seemed so serious and he was really starting to wonder what Garret
owed. But his brother shook his body underneath is arm. “Course he does boss.
Think I’d just pull any idiot?”
The manager’s gaze didn’t falter.
He was obviously waiting for Darren to answer. “Yes,” Darren muttered. But
still the manager didn’t seem pleased with that. “Uhh… Sir.” He added.
“Alright then. All you need to do
is sign this and you’ll start helping your brother pay off his debt,” the
manager held out a clipboard with a pen. Darren grabbed it and signed his name
not really thinking about it.
Garret grabbed his brother into
another hug. “Thanks bro! You won’t regret it!”
“Uh-huh,” he uttered. But he was
getting more distracted by a dull numbness corssing his body. Each of his
muscles seemed feel it. “Woah…” his head was starting to feel dizzy. “I think I
need to lay down.”
“No way man! You need to workout!”
Garret smiled. He started pounding Darren’s chest excitedly.
“Workout?” it sounded like such a
good idea but Darren had barely worked out his entire life. But right now it
felt like the weights were calling his name.
“Yeah man! Work out. You’re gonna
love it!” Garret slapped his brother’s back. “Now you’ll help me pay off my debt.
Like when he told me that he’d help me with my loans all I had to do was work
for the gym. But now you’ll get to help me pay it off.”
The manager got up from behind his
desk. “Yes. I’ll take a small percent of what you have and apply it to his
payment. And then you’ll work to help pay it off as well.”
Shock overwhelmed Darren. “But I’m
in debt too!”
The manager shrugged but had a
devilish smile. “Well I guess you’re debt will be added to his.”
Darren looked at his brother. Fear
was starting to take over. “Why didn’t you tell me that!?”
“Didn’t think it’d matter,” his
brother shrugged.
“Oh my… gahh…” Darren’s body keeled
over from a surge of pain. The numbness in his muscles changed to a more
intense pain. It was like they were working in overdrive. Each second was like
a day of intensely working out. His muscles contracted and expanded pushing the
limits of his shirt. It barely took a minute before small tears formed in the
fabric. His body was pushing hard against it. He could feel his large biceps
tearing at his sleeves. While his shoulders pushed further to his sides. His
pecs pushed forward and his ass pushed out. Slowly his size 9 feet pushed out
of his shoes, as his toes were finally able to breath from the fabric. “Fuck…
Fuck… Fuck,” he panted trying to regain his senses.
“Thanks again bro,” Garret gave him
a hearty slap to the back.
“What the fuck?” his mind was still
swimming. He couldn’t seem to think straight. His entire time at college seemed
to have drained from his mind. “Why can’t I think good.”
His brother laughed. “You’ve never
been able to think good. I’m the smart one, remember?”
“No you’re the dumbass who spent
all his time in the gym while I went to college!” Darren pushed his brother.
“NO! You’re the dumbass that did
that.” Garret pushed back. “I got a huge debt cause I was trying to help you’re sorry ass!” They balled their hands into fists, ready to fight.
“Boys,” one word from the manager
and both of them stopped instantly. “You’re both dumbasses. Neither one of you
read the contract before you signed it. Now, until you both pay off your debt, you work for me.”
“But I had a really bad debt… There
was like 5 numbers in it…” Darren whined.
“Me too bro…” Garret added. “But at
least right now you got a sweet body. We just gotta help out the gym and make
the customers happy. And with a body like yours it’ll make it go so much
better.”
“Bro…” Darren really appreciated
the compliment. His body flexed on its own showing off the deep grooves in his
muscles. Each one bulged out and was easily noticeable. Darren was more worried about his wardrobe. He’d need at least an XL. It’d be tight but it’d show off his muscles better. His attention turned back to the manager. “So I’m like a trainer or somethin? Cause I don’t really know how to
work out…”
The manager spoke up, “something
like that. Whatever the customer asks for you’ll help them get there. Most of
the time it’s just normally training…” Darren’s mind started to fill with
different training methods on how to get big. Guys and girls would always ask
him for advice so he had to study it hard. He may have been dumb but he wanted
to at least know how to work out. Plus sounding smart held their attention a
little longer. “But sometimes they ask for more.”
“More?” Darren was still coming to
grips how he knew so much about working out instead of what he’d studied in
college.
Garret smiled. He pounded his own
chest trying to hold his excitement in. “Yeah man, more! Like sex and stuff.
You think that hot bod won’t see any action? Cause you’ll have people beggin to
fuck you,”
“Yeah!” Darren said excitedly.
“Wait… Fuck me… Don’t I fuck them?”
Garret shrugged his heavy shoulders
again. “I mean sometimes… But that doesn’t pay as much… And it’s not really as
much fun…”
It took a second but Darren started
to realize he agreed. There was something in his mind telling him that he
really liked it. He slowly started to nod his head. “So when do I start boss?”
Charlie was always a loner, he didn’t really fit in with any of the cliches in middle school. He hoped high school would be better but going to school on the south side he was surrounded by “gangsters” who liked rap, fake jewelry and muscles. One day after school several of the bigger gangsters were chasing him and laughing, he ran into the woods to hide and quickly ran out of breath. Now lost, tired and humiliated he didn’t question the chair sitting out in the middle of nowhere or the note on it that said make a wish. The exhausted teen flopped down wishing he could be popular and quickly fell asleep. While he slept he dreamed of hanging out with the guys who chased him, making gang signs, rapping and trying to make it big on YouTube. He dreamed of flashing his broad exposed chest for all the pretty ladies and getting all that ass with his giant dick.
As he dreamed of being this perfect popular person his body was responding and changing, his small size 7 feet began to rapidly grow farther and wider. His sneakers ripped open and his socks tore off, the bulging toes stretching out and getting a little hairier until his feet hit a monstrous size 15 covered in muscle flapping and flexing in the open air. Quickly the remains of his shoes reformed into big clunky sneakers. His skinny body itched and burned as black coarse hair sprouted across his arms and legs and crawled across his in a dense, mature coat that tickled his body. His tiny wimpy hands got meaty and calluses, growing like his feet with fat long fingers. His shirt ripped to pieces as he grew taller and thicker. Muscles bulged out across his body, powerful pecs, a hard flat stomach, and strong arms for showing off shirtless. All the while he smiled in his peaceful dream, not realizing he was paying with all his intelligence and memories which the chair was draining out while he slept. His dick grew to match the one in his dreams, becoming thick and long, full of cum and dumb hormones. Last to change was his face which rapidly aged and matured, losing all signs of intelligence and kindness as the new gangater personality took hold, growing his facial hair and making his face square hard and masculine. Big new boots covered his giant feet, chains appeared around his neck and a big red snapback finished the look.
The new Chris was sure to have some good times with his new friends when he woke, never remembering what the chair took from him or what he got in exchange.
The dorm jocks had grown in number but they were still missing a lead bro, someone who could party with them but also buy the kegs and command the team. So they worked on Ryan, the dorm RA. He was a cool enough guy, friendly, kinda strict about hall parties, but still let them slide. He didn’t join the fun though. He was too into writing stuff and dull indie music. He was just too smart in general and not interested enough in sports and hitting the gym, everything that was important.
It didn’t happen overnight, they didn’t slip anything into a handle of vodka or play a techno track like they did to those other unsuspecting geeks, but just planting some suggestions sped the changes along, makin him the bro they needed.
Just leaving some sports and fitness mags in his room got him forgetting all about those books and researching more important subjects. They replaced his music playlist to some proper tunes to loosen him up. Those skinny jeans and button ups got “accidentally” shrunk in the wash but they were happy to lend him some of their gear. It was all a few sizes too big but he could surely grow into that jockstrap and jerseys. But giving him the whistle really did the trick. That night they could here him moaning, jacking off a cock that was surely growing, ageing him up, and giving him that deep baritone voice and jock mind they were looking for. Come morning, after a night of soaking his sheets and mirror with every last drop of his old self, the neat and well mannered RA was 50lbs of muscle heavier, 5 years older and had finally become the deep voiced, cusing, bare chested alpha bro they’d been hungry for.
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