I don’t remembah much, but my life has got a lot better lately. Practice has been goin well, hanging out with my new mates. Sure the nerds I used to hang out with hate me, but they’re just jealous I got out of that crazy shit.
It started when I got a package in the post with the under armour that I tried on, and it kinda burned my old body away. And I think it burned my head a bit. Doesn’t matter though, I love it.
Without meaning to, the nerd started to read the words of the muscle spell out loud. He didn’t even realize it was already starting to take effect.
Joey on the night when the formula really kicked in. The night he gave in to the strange new pleasures that now consumed him. The night when nerdy Joey went away, and awesome J-Dawg was born.
This is you now. You took the tank top and snapback from the stranger on the street after he dropped his food on you and ruined your casual clothes. He was a nice guy. There’s no going back now. You’ve always been tan, don’t doubt it. You’ve always had this vacant stare because its true, nothing is there. You have always called everyone bro, brah or bruh. That’s just you. Now. Accept it and move on, bruh. You’re a bro now.
I guess it’s time to join them. They aren’t giving you an option here. They ambushed you in the street. Go drink the formula-laced beer they’ve offered you. It’ll hurt but it’s worth it. Your stare at the clothes before you – baseball cap, tank top with Zoo York on it, the basketball shorts, the Nike socks and shoes. You down the beer. You gain muscles. Lose intelligence. These are your bros. Why are you wearing nerdy clothes? Time to go get changed. Time to roam the streets. Time to go make more friends…
He sat there, smiling at the camera. He loved the camera now. Ever since moving here and living with a complete stranger he met online, his muscles have exploded. His shirts have gotten tighter. He started wearing hats. He’s started getting his head buzzed. He’s even gotten some tattoos. He’s gotten cocky as well. A new name. And really dumb. His family won’t even know Orc recognize him. At all. Ever again.
The young man had met this group of four frat boys on the tour. They invited him to hang out as the fifth member of their little tour group. He accepted thinking it could be fun. But first a bathroom trip. They agreed and went with him, they had to go too. He was weary of these frat boys. He’s pretty nerdy and chubby.
Once there, the frat boys knocked him out cold. They ripped off his short sleeve nerdy t-shirt and blue jeans. They put on a blue tanktop and some dark blue track pants. They placed a pair of sunglasses on him. The sunglasses will keep him in a constant and suggestible haze. Until they get back to the car where they keep the hats, iPod with the files and of course, the dumb jock bro formula.
Time to endure this educational tour crap, then it’s onwards to add one more to their group. Will it be you?
Muscle Tf Lover 