Jock-hammer: I told the pathetic nerd to hold the jock hammer for just a second. Didn’t take long for it to jack out his brains and vibrate his chest, arms, and muscle into existence. He’s looking good, but I think I’m gonna crank up the power.
“Where you going bro? We’re just trying to be friends with you!”
Darren lowered his head and tried to ignore the gaggle of giggling bros hanging around outside the mall. He was struggling against a difficult Pokemon Go raid. It would be a lot easier if he had friends with him. The boy idly wished the loud obnoxious bros really were his friends. Luckily for him it seems something heard his wish…
His shoes and shirt instantly vanished leaving the hapless teen in just his shorts, backpack and hat. Darren’s small, pale feet were bare against the hot sidewalk. He blushed profusely. He was always very body shy but as he watched his feet seemed to be moving… his toes grew longer and wider, becoming quite plump and his feet became broad and strong as they inched up from a size 8 to a size 11 at the same time getting a dark tan and hard callouses on the bottoms.
The tan seemed to spread across his entire body, glazing him in teh same golden brown shade as the bros. His hands grew just like his feet and tightened into sizeable fists. He caught himself flexing and big, swollen biceps popped out of his arms.
“I’m hot” he blurted out. But the changes didn’t stop there. His flat, exposed chest – once a source of great shame began pushing out forming a hard shelf of pecs with big erect nipples standing straight out. He felt the pecs with his new hands, they were smooth, strong and firm! His hands moved down where his light treasure trail was erased leaving an immaculate six pack that could grind stone. His shorts became impossibly tight as his butt ballooned out behind him and his dick swelled into a very noticeable bulge. “Sweet bro!” He belted out in a suddenly deep and masculine voice that held no trace of his former intelligence. The cocky new bro flipped his hat around as his hair darkened and shortened. His nose got thicker and his jaw became square and prominent giving him a mature jock face. He grinned at his changes, tossing his nerdy pokedex phone behind him as he strutted over to his new friends. He loved nothing more than chilling with his bros, showing off his muscles and making fun of nerds. Life is better with your bros.
James waited uncomfortably in the hot sun. Chris was late again.
It was James’ second year working after school as a tennis couch at the local country club and his newest student Chris was by far his worst.
Another one of those rich club kids. Came from money, did anything he wanted, and somehow got anything that he asked for. Not that he didn’t already have it all- good looks, popularity, and even James couldn’t help but notice the large bulge in his shorts. Chris was always eager to show off, and it made James cringe.
James wasn’t even sure why Chris needed a thin pale tennis coach like him- Chris played pretty well already- but Chris insisted that James was going to be exactly what he wanted.
And so James waited, wearing the white headband Chris gave him. He was usually late, but it was getting uncomfortably hot, making him figit in his white tennis uniform.
He was a little envious of how Chris always played shirtless, his glossy muscles flexing and tightening with every swing… James tried to block the image out of his head but the heat made it hard to focus. James was always stuck in his uniform. But then again hadn’t Chris insisted he show up without a shirt today? That seemed impossible, James’ never broke the uniform rule but… there he was shirtless on the court.
James’ brushed the sweat from his eyes. Damn it was so hot it was getting hard to think. It is so hot it must be ok, might as well be shirtless, and besides his body wasn’t all that bad and Chris said James’ pale skin needed some sun.
James rocked back and forth in the heat. Swinging his racket in impatience. For a second he wondered why his tennis shorts felt so tight only to realize he was only wearing a pair of black trunks. He panicked. What was he doing? Chris wears a pair just like these… he must have told him to try them too. He would normally be embarrassed, but in this he couldn’t. It felt good. And so much freer. James’ took a couple practice swings around, enjoying how the trunks seemed to feel even shorter, before he suddenly felt light headed again.
Fucking heat. What was he doing again? Ah right waiting for Chris. Chris and his perfect bod. James ran a hand through his silky hair. Mmm he felt good, he loved to be shirtless, getting a nice tan, showing off in the sun. He was hot and knew it. His face and bod could get him anything he wanted.
Now where the fuck was Chris? He had his favorite trunks on- showed off his round ass, not to mention thick cock as he swung his racket around. Why was that asshole taking so long? Hopefully they’d just skip the practice and move on to the locker room activities. Then James would really give Chris what he wanted.
Nate was helping tutor some of us Psi Alpha Alphas. He was a good dude and smart ass tutor too, but he was all stressed out all the time about making enough to meet the next tuition bill. So awesome guy that I am I decided to help him out. One quick pic in my new app was all I needed.
I’m still getting the hang of the settings but it helps if you turn on the “naked filer” first. Makes it easier to check the progress, and damn did this scrawny ass dude need my help. I switched on auto correct to make things faster and started typing away. F-R-A-T-B-O-Y. With each letter his body stared to morph appropriately, putting on height and pounds that looked like they came from both pumping weights and chugging beers. In seconds a beefy new frat brother stood where the scrawny as Nate used to be. He was perfect but I couldn’t forget- he wanted some extra income and I knew just the thing.
As I typed he morphed again. While before he gained masculine mass, now he got both bigger and leaner. Pizza and kegstand body fat melted away into a fitness model physique perfect for his new gigs gyrating and thrusting at sorority girl houses, bachelorette
parties, and local clubs. His ass also got noticeably rounder and cock massive enough to split out of any costume or thong. To finish things off I maxed out the “sex drive saturation” and watched as his already impressive cock became even thicker and permanently semi-hard. Finally for extra fun I dulled down the already low “cognitive brightness” to an extra low and grinned as his frozen features melted into a dull grin. Hit save and a backwards cap appeared on his head. The new Nate, fratboy stripper stud was good to go.
I’m still craving to try out all the app settings so let me know if you want to apply.
Jake: Nothing you weren’t just about to do me. Your should be feeling it any sec…
Sam: Dammit Jake it’s not a toy! If you’re turning me into a girl or some cheerleader I’ll… uh… Jake? are you sure you had that set to me?
Jake: Huh? Yeah. I mean… fuck my chest feels tight. No… wait…. Oh shit!
Sam: Haha looks like you got your settings wrong. At least getting some color to your pasty skin
Jake: Aww fuck. No. Like dude, how do I uh.. make it stop… ugh feels so…
Sam: Haha Jake too late now. But you’re really swelling out. And wow, what’s with the speedo?
Jake: Mmmm fuck man. Ya like? Check out my chest, and these fucking arms- getting so big. Aww and my dick… it’s totally growing into a full on cock. Need to fucking pound some ass with this thing
Sam: Shit dude. You set it to gay? You were going to turn me into some dumb horny muscle dude just for laughs? Well serves you right.
Jake: Huhu whateva brah. Look at me. Feels sooo fuckin goooood. Dumb and hung huhu. So fuckin hot now. Not too late for you bro. Just gotta change this setting to ya… click and…
Sam: Fuck wait! No!!
Jake: Huhu gonna be so hot watching you grow. Now we’re gonna have some real fun
The ancient woman said it would bring you energy and new life. Hell, at this point you would try anything, stress alone made you a zombie. She said that there would be a cost, one as unique as the person who wore the amulet.
This was her gift to you for letting her in out of the rain. You thanked her, and eyed the necklace suspiciously. When you looked back up, she was gone.
Weirded out but curious, you put the necklace over your head. There was some kind of warmth emanating from it. It felt like excitement, happiness, joy, and the need for sex. You were concerned at how real this was and tried to take it off, but it was stuck.
You watched the years role back in the mirror, dumbfounded at the 18 year old you staring back at you. Then it hit, pleasure, so much pleasure through your whole body. Each muscle fiber orgasming as they lean up, tightened and been came more athletic. You watched in fascination as your average face rearranged, became attractive with a slightly perma-dumb look. You felt another tingle as your once black hair lightened and shortened, becoming effortlessly perfect. The tingle spread over your face and body, all of the facial hair, chest, and stomach hair retracted into your skin, leaving you smooth and muscular.
The final wave of pleasure hit your head, so much so it almost hurt. You felt memories fading, you felt you capacity to want to be educated be obliterated, you felt your stress, your life eradicated from your mind. All of this was replaced by a simpler life. You had memories of dropping out of school in the 10th grade. You were recruited by night clubs in the city, where you found your true calling; as a gogo boy. You loved what you did, you enjoyed meeting people and often times they would fuck you. You were happy, full of life and energy. Sure, you weren’t ever going to be a doctor or a professor, but you knew who you were, and you were happy with this life.
Suddenly grindr popped up on your phone and you realized it needed a fresh selfie. You wanted everyone to see this, so you snapped the pic.
Needless to say, you had a hottie at your door that night. You would have never guessed that hottie was an old woman in disguise earlier that day. Nor could you even begin to imagine he was a mischievous god of desire
The frat was all to eager to put on a party celebrating the mathletes win. Didn’t tell them it was a “geek-costume” underwear party. But no matter, after a few special beers and DJ beats the nerds were loosing up, stripping each other down as their bodies bulked up and hormones kicked in. Obsessed with each other’s swelling bodies, they didn’t notice how their “geekness” was really just becoming a costume. Once all those clothes are off the math will be gone and they’ll just be some more dumb fratboy athletes.
‘Ok, so the plan is, go to college, join Army office job thingy, get college money, finish college and then get out of army. Don’t get too involved in it, don’t think about. Remember it’s a patriarchal institution that furthers US imperialism.’
That was the plan me and my bros… sorry my friends had before shit went downhill. Now I’m stuck in this room turning into some dumb bro patriot. It all started weeks ago. Me (Brent), Luke and Tyler. Before we joined the army, we were good friends. Our main chain keeping us together though was politics. We all aligned politically, we were hard leftists. We protested when we could, staged walkouts, chanted for America’s death, did what we could for every minority in existence which was pretty much shutting up and listening because we were white males and full of privilege. However, once we finished school, we wanted to go to college and do gender studies so we could learn more about power, privilege and how this country oppresses minorities. However, we had one problem. The bank didn’t want to give us a loan to pay for it. The only other options we had was two do Manuel labor in our hometown until we made enough money, but who honestly has the time for that shit. So, we were left with no options, until Luke came to us saying he had an idea. He told us that the US Army gives out college money for part time work. Cute little Luke, telling us this great idea, except for the whole furthering US imperialism. It took a while but he convinced us into it. We went along to enlist and then to the base. We got on a bus with a bunch of other guys, mostly bro’s and dumb patriots. All smelly and blind to their oppressive nature. Once we got on the bus that was it, this is where the story starts and our downfall begin.
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It was dark outside and the recruits were all chatting away on the coach as it made its way to the base. Luke, Tyler and Brent had all been split up and were all at different points of the coach. Brent was at the front of the coach next to a very loud group of guys mocking left wing politics and talking about how proud they are to serve, Brent kept silent throughout and ignored them. Tyler was in the middle of the coach, arguing about politics but failing every time, usually Brent would support him but due to his absence Tyler gave up and accepted defeat. Luke was at the back, he sat quietly but found it difficult to resist not looking at the guys around him as he found them all very attractive. The guy next to him introduced himself as Jack. He was nice broad guy, he was already in shape for the Army. He asked Luke to introduce himself, Luke gave in and conversed with the group. Luke fitted in well with them, even though he made a lot of stuff up so no one would know him politically or figure out he was gay, although he felt that the guys were cool and would accept him into their group anyway.
Once the bus stopped the men all got out. Oddly enough though this was a marine base. They were lined up and told to do 100 press ups. The three failed at this horrendously. The rest of the men mocked and laughed at them. Until the main Sergeant walked out and looked at them.
“Dear God useless maggots, getting you into marine shape is going to be difficult. Why did you sign up maggots?” Said the Sergeant aggressively
“College money… and marines we signed up for the army” said Brent
“That is the wrong answer both times maggot and you did not address me as SIR”
The Sergeant walked off and pointed at an American flag
“That maggots, that is why you enlisted. Because of America, the greatest country on the planet, home of freedom and the brave. And you have come to be brave, however, If I am to make you brave so you can serve this country then you need to be in shape, body and mind. AM, I UNDERSTOOD.”
Brent muttered something about how the US was an Imperialist state, the Sergeant heard this.
“Oh, I see, you’re one of them anti American lefty retards. Well I got news for you, you will be broken here and you will fall in line regardless of how much you resist. Now get some sleep tomorrow you begin training”
The men all walked into the building. They were all given uniforms, which they were required to wear. However, when the three boys got theirs, they were ripped and broken. Then they were paired off and sent into dorms. The three were split up, and Brent wasn’t having it, he demanded they be kept together but the marine talked him down. Luke was paired with the guy from the bus, his name was Jack. Tyler with some Pussy hound called Ben. And finally, Brent was paired off with a hardcore patriot called Jason.
The boys struggled in the first week of training, their tiny bodies were no match for the training forced on them. Although Luke kept pushing on trying to impress Jack. Brent and Tyler kept waiting for them to be kicked out, but The Sergeant didn’t want them out, he kept them in and kept pushing them. The other men disliked them all for failing and being anti American. Luke and Jack got on well at first, but due to his political views and his association with Brent, it went downhill. Brent would-be all-over Luke knowing he would most likely fall into the army mindset. Tyler couldn’t stand the misogyny of ben. Ben would talk and joke about his bedroom conquests and also talk about how he hated feminism, to combat this Tyler brought up every bit feminist and gender study quotes and knowledge. But without Brent to support him he failed. And Brent was hated the most, due to his righteous complex which was brought on by his left-wing politics, he put himself above everyone else and the military. He made enemies with The Sergeant, who was oddly enough quite calm around him and the other two, sometimes it was like he was analyzing the group for weakness or potential. Brent would also go on long rants about US imperialism, oppression and making everything a problematic issue.
By the end of the week Brent had fully had enough, he decided it was best that they left, deciding for both Luke and Tyler. However, The Sergeant’s refused to let them leave and instead kept them for a second week, however this time he split them up.
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Try not to lose yourself: Luke’s Downfall
At the start of the second week Luke had been moved in to an alternate group with Jack, who was now talking to him again, but weirdly enough he was talking just about how great the military and America are. This group was getting ready for training, but before they did the Sergeant gave Luke some new boots, which he accepted and put on. The training for the day was running. Luke thought he would fail at this but oddly enough he excelled at it, beating everybody else. Afterwards the guys all cheered on Luke, they started accepting him more.
“Who’s our lil bro” chanted the men
“Come here, boy” Said the Sergeant, Luke walked up him with his head down.
“You impressed me today, I think you deserve a little reward for surprising me” The marine next to the Sergeant held a marine uniform, Luke took it.
“Go put it on and come see us when lunch is over.” Said the Sergeant menacingly, with a grin on his face.
Luke went back to his empty dorm. He took off his boots. And quickly switched his old broken uniform for the new one, he then went to put on his boots. His feet however were much bigger. What had happened. He thought they had grown due to the running and so continued to put the boots on, then he put his army cap and looked at himself in the mirror. A wave of admiration, confidence fell over him. He was proud of himself. However, as he was admiring himself his clothes felt tighter than before. “What? These weren’t that tight before?” he thought, he soon realized that the clothes weren’t getting tighter, his arms were growing, becoming bigger and more muscular. His legs were extending out, growing until he was 6’4, then his shoulders and upper body expanded, broadening out. Two large pecs formed out of this and underneath there were rock hard abs. His dick also grew in size becoming 12’ long. He looked up and saw his face becoming dumber, his recruit cut, started changing, the hair on top started growing out giving a spikey look.
“How do you like it boy?” Said the Sergeant loudly from behind him, Luke turned and to see him and Jack looking at him with grins. He couldn’t bring anger or hatred against him, only obedience and admiration.
“What is happening to me…S…s…s…s…ssSIR” Luke said uncontrollably
“Well I saw how much potential there was in you. I couldn’t let you be wasted by some lefty dipshits, so I sped up your training a bit. You should also start to think more like us as well” As he said that Luke’s head became foggy, he felt like he was being drained of all the politics he knew. Feminist and gender theory knowledge started slipping from his head in to a whirlpool of idea’s which went into a nothingness. He started remembering all the things Jack and The Sergeant said about America, obedience, the military. Those things slowly became knowledge and then fact. Luke also began creating a hate of anyone anti American and anti-military, that included his now former friends. Luke’s mind was now of a standard marine. He lifted his head and looked at The Sergeant.
“You ready to what your told, soldier”
“Sir Yes Sir” Luke shouted back, In a new deeper and masculine voice
“Good, soldier. What is the greatest country on the planet”?
“United States of America Sir”
“who is our enemy at the moment”
“Anti-Americans Sir”
“Good, soldier. Jack you make sure he is fully committed to our cause.” The Sergeant left. As he did Jack and Luke began making out. Jack secured Luke by making him his boyfriend as well.
“one down, two to go” said The Sergeant menacingly as he walked out
Tyler’s group had been doing ‘Theory’ as training. Why the army had to do any thinking was beyond him, he thought it was all working out. Either way it had no effect on him, he was too smart and into social justice to think anything of it, it was mostly propaganda anyway he could see through it. Compared to his dorm mate Ben. Ben wasn’t a religious guy but still felt women should know their place which is in the kitchen or in his bed. He would also talk about how dumb feminism and other left-wing groups are and how they are anti American. He went back to his dorm. Ben was probably working out. Tyler thought he would get some needed rest. As he got in, he saw all the porn magazines that Ben had laid out and open over his bed, this disgusted Tyler, he respected women and made sure that he never mansplained or man spread where ever he was. Tyler also saw a Laptop with two earphones plugged in. He thought must have been porn but all he could hear was white noise. He turned the laptop round and put the earphones in. The white noise was quite faint. He switched on the screen and his eyes were bombarded with flashing black and white patterns. The White noise was also creeping up. He wanted to click away as he started having headache but his hands wouldn’t move and his eyes wouldn’t look away. His mind felt like it was being stuffed back into a small box inside him.
“Hehe, Sarge said you would look at it” Said Ben coming in and looking at the now Blank Tyler.
“He also said I get to do whatever I want to you, just as long you can follow orders”
Ben got out a uniform and put it down on the bed. He proceeded to take out the earphones on Tyler. Tyler now realized Ben was now with him, but he couldn’t do anything except scream at Ben in his head. But he saw the big Smirk on Ben’s face.
“Alright maggot Sarge said I get to do whatever I want to do with you.”
“Oh god” thought Tyler
“Time for you join us, but this time fully. Now I could make you a regular patriotic soldier, but then I realized I need a wing man for when I go partying, and well now I got you. You’re gonna be just like me bro, Absolute pussy crusher. Before we can do that though bro, get out of these rags”
Tyler’s body got up and undressed, leaving him only in his underwear.
“Wait no, fuck I don’t want to become like him, stop what am I doing. PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSE” Cried Tyler in his head
“Ok now get dressed in this Uniform” Again Tyler’s body fully obeyed Ben while his mind screamed for it to stop. Tyler’s body put on the uniform and like Luke his body began to transform. He couldn’t feel the transformation but Ben made sure he saw it by making him look in a mirror. His feet began growing out into his size 13 boots. He started gaining height until he was 6’. Under his skin it felt like something was there making him bigger. He could feel as his abs hardened out and his pecs dominated his chest. His arms extended out becoming longer, then they became stronger. His head hardened and became manlier. His short hair spiked up a little bit. Ben looked pleased with this new body.
“Well I wish I could cheat just like that, but then again I wasn’t a waste of space. Now Sarge said by this point that whatever I say you are, you become. Shall we begin Bro”
Tyler couldn’t move and stood in place like a statue but inside he was in full panic mode. “No… no… no… please I don’t want to become some disgusting brute that has like no care for feminist or generally decent ideals” Tyler thought to himself.
“Well I’ll take that as a yes then.” Ben took Tyler’s inaction as confirmation, he then put his mouth next to Tyler’s ear and spoke. “Ok, first things first then, let’s start by getting rid of this lefty crap. I want it gone, you hear me, all your feminist idea’s, your anti-American ideals, any socialism or communism that is stuck in your head, it goes.”
As Ben said that. Tyler’s mind started sending his left-wing ideals to the back burners of his mind. He began crying internally trying to remember what he was losing but it was useless, he was slowly losing knowledge until there was nothing left. Although his conscience was still there feeling all the knowledge being drained.
“You forget it all yet bro? Well I won’t know till I reactivate you so I guess next part then, and this is the fun part, this is the part where you become like me” Ben said with happiness in his voice.
“Ok so, you’re gonna be an absolute bro, like me and the rest of the guys, you will become obedient, especially to the Sergeant. You’re gonna love this country as well, every little bit of it. On top of this bro, you’ll want to fuck every fit, attractive, girl. You won’t care about their rights or movements, they honestly don’t need em, so fuck em.”
Tyler’s mind began flooding itself with patriotic ideals and broish personality. He loved his country, he didn’t care what the lefties said. He was devoted now to his country and his bro’s, he worked out with them, partied with them, celebrated 4th of July with them. When he went out partying the goal was pussy, he wouldn’t stop until he got it and he would get it often due to his masculine looks. Only times he didn’t was when they were feminists. He hated them and their ideals now, he thought they should just do as their told. As this new mindset grew, Tyler fought against it. But it was too strong and kept growing like a bubble until it was squeezing the old Tyler into compliance but Tyler continues to resist the pain in his head.
“NO… I’m not going to become like this, I’m nice to women and gentle, I’m a…femin… I’m a fucking patriot that’s what I am. Fuck that’s a beautiful flag on the wall, and on the bed those women in those magazines are fucking ace.” Tyler’s old self was Assimilated into his new self. The old Tyler was now gone, all that remained was a dumb army bro.
Tyler blinked his eyes.
“Awe bro, what the fuck happened to me?” said Tyler confusedly in his new deeper voice
“Not much bro, you were having a bad dream about being an anti-American feminist or something”
“Oh, fuck that shit bro, Love my country”
“I know bro” said Ben with a Smirk “Anyways, Sarge said we should go work out at the gym”
“Fuck yeah of course, Sarge knows best, we do what he says” Replied Tyler now pumped up
Tyler and Ben left to go work out at the gym. As they left the room, they were being watched by The Sergeant.
“Good work, soldier. Two down one idiot left to go. This is easier than I thought.” he said cockily to himself
“You just can’t handle the truth that America is a patriarchal genocidal illegal state” said Brent
“God you annoy me, don’t you ever just shut up” replied Jason
“Attacking oppression and protecting minorities is my thing”
“Well if you don’t shut it soon, my fists are going to deal with you” Jason’s anger was shown clearly now to Brent who decided it was probably best to Quieten down for now.
Jason and Brent were paired off for doing survival skills. They were currently alone in the woods, being weighed down by the huge bags of equipment on their backs. It was getting dark very quickly and they’re only source of light was a torch. Jason was eager to get back and away from Brent who spent most of the day complaining, about either the exercise that was killing him, Jason not knowing what to do or America and the military being imperialistic. Jason however had had enough, he planned to leave Brent so he could at least get some peace.
“Brent, man could you go and check that stuff out over there, I think we passed it before” Jason pointed to a rock in the distance
“What’s over there?”
“A way back hopefully, dumbass”
Brent reluctantly moved over into the darkness. Once Jason couldn’t see him or hear footsteps, he made a break for it. Brent heard the footsteps from Jason’s area.
“Jason” he called out quietly and fearfully. After 2 minutes of no reply Brent knew he was all alone. He walked around all panicked for a few minutes. He walked around in the darkness without a torch. Each time filling him with hope that at the end would be someone or the base. But each time his heart sank as it was just another fork in the path. He was getting lost and becoming scared. He started questioning whether annoying Jason had been a good idea, maybe he should’ve just kept his mouth shut like he does when oppressed people speak. Hours passed and it was now pitch-black Brent had given up hope. He cradled himself on the floor, freezing. He thought about everything that had led up to now. All the protests he had done, all the shutting himself up for others. Attacking the so-called oppressors and pushing those close to him away for his own politics. The choices he had made. He thought about how coming here was such a stupid idea and that he should never have had listened to Luke. but if he didn’t do this then how would he have paid for college? All this questioning of himself started splitting him in two. A part of him was attached to his old ways and beliefs. A new him was forming in his mind angry at himself, angry at how pathetic he had been doing all this.
Brent began to cry on the floor, he was shattered mentally. His mind was a warring state between anger depression and the activist.
“Bro you out here” Shouted a voice, Brent didn’t have the energy to shout back but he slowly got up
“Brent. There you are bro” It was Luke, he had out a torch light over Brent so he could see him. Inside Brent a light kindled a simmer of hope, however it was fully shattered when he saw Luke who looked all military and buff. He walked up to him, Luke had a smirk on his face as he saw Brent. He walked up to Brent.
“Thank you” said Brent struggling to stand
“Don’t thank me yet bro” Brent looked up at Luke who raised his fist and knocked out Brent. The new part of Brent’s mind was now taking over while he was unconscious.
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“Wakey Wakey” Shouted through the door and a loud banging of metal filled the room
Brent woke up. He was in a small room with no windows, there was a metal door, which had a little viewing hole in it but it was shut. The only light he had was from a side lamp next his bed. He couldn’t remember anything from the night before except being cold and angry. He remembered being hit but not by who. But when he remembered the anger and depression it started to all flood back to him, however now he just accepted it. Brent looked over to the front of his bed, where a neatly folded uniform lay on top of a small wooden box. He decided to put it on as it was better than wearing the dirty broken uniform he had been given. Once he put it on, he decided to look himself in the mirror. he looked smart now and the anger in him subsided for confidence and admiration for himself. He was now proud of how he looked. He went on tiptoes to gain height, but when he went back down, nothing changed. He was still quite tall, and growing? His legs felt a searing pain as he felt them thicken, adding muscle and becoming stronger. He felt his body harden and gain strength, he lifted up his shirt to see a beautifully defined six pack forming, with two large round pecs above. The searing pain went down his arms as they thickened as well. The door opened and in walked The Sargent.
“There he is, my fresh new recruit” he said cockily
“What no… I put this on because it was better, Sir” Brent said confusedly in his new more masculine voice. He was still two warring states in his head between the new rising patriot and the activist.
“Ah don’t worry son, you will adjust. Look you already look like a damn fine marine” Brent Looked back into the mirror. The Sargent was right, Brent looked like a standard marine soldier boy. His face had changed now. It was longer, sharper and his hair had shortened down on the sides and the top had become spiked up. Looking at this though the activist in him came to resent what this was and what it stood for.
“No, I am not this I am not one of you” he shouted abruptly
“Son, I’m afraid you are. There is no way out of here and even if you did where would you go? What would you do? Nothing because that’s all you can do and that’s all you’ve been doing. I need the new Brent, the one that abides by my commands, that respects his fellow soldiers and loves his country. I don’t want this useless old crappy Brent that no one likes” said The Sargent firmly. Brent looked back at the mirror. The Sargent was right. The old him was useless he needed the new him. In his mind the new him had mostly taken over all that was left was a small screeching voice of ‘no’ or any other feminist terminologies, hoping he would remember. The new part of Brent closed around it and erased any memory of the old him. As the final parts of the old him were erased a single tear fell down his cheek, but he wiped it away. He straightened out his back and raised his head, he turned to the Sargent.
“Any orders, Sir” he said obediently. The Sargent gave a cocky smirk. All the trouble making activists had now been turned into three obedient marines.
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