A really hot idea, to be altered by your neigbours, they want to induct you properly into the neighbourhood, help you fit in. They’d invite you around to a BBQ and you’d politely eat and drink what ever they offered, not that you’d know it was all cooked in a special red neck glaze, getting that fun american spirit to come out of you. Next thing you know is your shirtless, working out and heading out next weekend for a hunting trip. Don’t think twice about all that cursing your doing man, it’s how a proper man talks. What do you mean biology, only fucking science shit you need to know is the sun comes up and down. Fucking luv americuh rite, Land of the fucking free!
If a guy forgets to bring his jockstrap to Coach Burgess’ class, Coach will personally see to it that the student’s “jocked” for PE. You never knew why he insisted on phrasing it like that until you forgot your own jockstrap and had to borrow one of his. Not long after you snapped it on, a warm energy first hit your balls before electrifying and enveloping your entire body. For an eternity, you felt your muscles bulge and grow, and your own thoughts and personality slip away, giving way to someone new. When you opened your eyes and locked eyes with Coach, you finally understood: you’re a jock now. You’re Coach’s jock, and there’s no turning back.
It was raining hard on the day off he had. He was walking in the rain trying to shake the feelings, but it was proving difficult. He thought maybe some fresh air would help. So far it wasn’t helping much.
He walked under the railway bridge, past the bunch of builders who were busy doing something or another. One of them noticed him and pulled him to one side,
“Mate you ok? You look like the world’s fallen in on you”
He really wanted to just cry it out, but not to some builder. It just didn’t feel right.
The builder just stuck a cigarette in his mouth and told him to breathe on it. Slowly he felt some kind of release. Something felt right about it. His mind, already foggy started to fog up even more. Not with bad thoughts, but empty.
He followed the builder into the portable office building. The builder ordered him to change into the hi-viz jacket and old jeans. His mind numbed away, just complied and slowly put on the gear.
He was put to work, his mind slowly being filled up with his new life. He was always a bricklayer, strong work for a strong lad like himself. Course he could barely read but his good looks were more important.
You pass by these guys while you walk home on the sidewalk. They look at you, you glance at them back. You stop dead in your tracks. Something draws you to them. One of the guys has this hypnotic southern drawl. Next thing you know, you’ve got boots, camo hat, shirt and shorts on and you are hanging with them, talking in a southern drawl and telling them ya need a haircut bad.
The R necklace stands for replaced. His whole identity, from top to bottom, just replaced. Replaced to and from what? That’s a mystery. He’s not quite a jock boy. Maybe just a little experiment with a new himbo boy formula? His eyes are hypnotizing you. You WILL join him.
Empty eyes, a simple smile, his school’s sports team clothing. You do know this is what awaits you, right? Taking the jock formula gives you so much school spirit to the point it’s an outright sickness or addiction. You’ll be obsessed with every sport. You will try out for teams. You won’t care about your hobbies now. You’ll be obsessed with sports, your school and your bros. You’ll lose everything that makes you, you. Even your individuality. Hive mind thinking will be your way now. Are you okay with that?
Golly gee, these jock boys love taking selfies. It’s like it hasn’t registered that they look this way now. The jock formula has made them all real narcissists. You think he’s about to go play a game? He’s not. This is how they always dress. You can really tell who has the formula and who hasn’t … yet. It’s practically their entire wardrobe these days.
It really doesn’t get much more dumb jock bro than this.
You don’t know why you were invited to the game day party, or why you accepted that invite. But once you were there the two dumb jock bros walked up to you.
“Bruh why ain’t you wearing a jersey?”
“Because I don’t own one”
“No problem bruh I’ll give you mine!” The one says tugging it off and forcing it on you, over your own shirt.
You feel the dumb grin spread as the shirt underneath dissolves and your eyes get dull and you grin, feeling nothing but good dumb jock bro
You can see it in his eyes. The life and intelligence draining from them. His new necklace that he found in his backpack is changing him. Molding him. He will know no other life but to be a dumb jock boy. And the first change? Get rid of that mop on his head.
Muscle Tf Lover 