Coach had three vacancies to fill for the game tonight. #81 was forced to become a dumb jock boy with the eyeblack and jock formula. Goodbye nerd. #85 was excited and drunk down the dumb jock boy formula. Ah, the ones who want to please their parents are easy. #97 wasn’t sure but took the dumb jock boy formula. You can see the confusion. No going back now, boy. No going back for any of them.
/you are confronted by two dumb jocks on the FB team/
Why don’t you play sports, bruh?
– I don’t like them.
You don’t like sports? Well, that’ll change soon bruh.
– I LOVE SPORTS. But I can’t play them.
You can’t play sports? That’ll change too bruh.
– I LOVE TO PLAY SPORTS.
You think we look dumb? Go look in a mirror bruh. Huhhuh.
– Huhuhuh. Bruh, I look awesome in this gear. Let’s go play football!
He felt weird wearing this jock stuff at first but once his now-older bro told him all cool guys wear bright and noticeable clothing like this, he started to love them. His formerly pale skin and greasy hair are long gone, he used to be just another guy in the crowd. He would forget about his old life. Luckily for him, his entire wardrobe has been replaced with bright, and some would say obnoxiously so, jock clothing. It’ll look great on him. He’ll definitely be noticed now.
He’s showing such excellent progress since starting to listen to the playlist his best friend gave him almost a year ago. He mutters with every rep now “dumb down, get swole” and it has worked for him. His friend is happy to have a dumb jock boy for his own pleasure now.
You admire jock boys. The perfect, blinding teeth. The toned muscles. The charisma and pheromones oozing from their pores. You can see it in their eyes. An emptiness. It makes their eyes hypnotic. You can’t help but stare into them. He catches you staring at him. He introduces you to Coach and before you know it, you will change and join him. You see another young man staring and smile at him… soon.
This is just a quick sorry to those who’s requests I haven’t done yet, school is taking up a good chunk of my brain power lately but I promise I will be back and will do the requests I’ve gotten so far
Lined up? None I don’t really have any kind of system of “I’ll write this many and post them throughout the week” I just write when or if it comes to me. If your question meant how many I’ve had I have no idea, probably roughly half my blog is original. My inspiration is that I have always loved tf and before I found out there was this big online community for it I used to write short stories for myself to try and let the fantasies out. Of course then I looked to see if there was anything online and found the community, I know what it’s like to want to read something kinda new and kinda different, maybe detailed, etc. and that’s what I try my best to provide. Thanks for the praise and I’m glad you like it, any more questions feel free to ask me here or message me on kik
[[ 500 FOLLOWER SPECIAL ]]
He found this tank in his backpack. He’s not sure who put it there or why but it had to be a joke by the college jocks. He’s a bit on the fat side, you see. And pretty nerdy here at the college. But what he failed to realize is that the tank was alive and needed a host. The tank crawled out of his backpack in the night, ate all of his existing clothes which laid strung about the floor. It climbs up the bed and under the covers…
The next morning, he sees himself taking a selfie of somebody he doesn’t know. His body is muscular. His voice is different. His attitude is more cocky. He comes off dumber now. He’s locked away as this tank changes and devours his person. He feels himself fading away as the day goes by. The muscular body controlled by the tank walks towards an open gym bag and places a similar tank in it…
It’s your bag.
His roommate forced the cap backwards on him. Instantly he dumbed down. His clothes changed to a Nike shirt and shorts, his shoes into Nikes. He made the dumb bro hand gestures they tend to make. He forgot his WoW game and homework. He was at long last free from being smart. Being smart is a burden. Being dumb is freedom.
Look at this nerdy boy. He’s living out his dumb jock boy fantasy. He thinks he’s not in his room. But it is. He thinks he’s wearing his nerdy clothes. He isn’t. He doesn’t realize it’s his reality now. You don’t realize it’s your reality now, either.
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