He made the offering to the Rancher and the man said yes he’s take it. The next thing he remembered was sitting in the truck heading back to the Ranch knowing it’s home.
“I’ll be a couple more minutes,” sighed Aaron as he reminded his brother, yet again, that he would lend him his room soon enough. He just had some experimenting to do. He recently had purchased a frame, some kind of odd one with writing on the side that he couldn’t pronounce, let alone understand. But the frame was odd, inside of the frame was a mirror though the woman who sold it to him, definitely said it was for a photograph. As he picked it up, rubbing his hands over it, he dropped it in surprise as a random thought of seeing the new Captain America: Civil War trailer flitted across his mind and caused him to see something in the mirror.
Was it real? Was he real? As he felt the desire to continue caressing the mirror, he fell back into what seemed like a hypnotic slumber. His feet growing large as his toes clenched on the table in his room, his shirt had more than disappeared as hair sprouted on his growing abs and his jeans were well on their way, ripped and torn asunder to make room for his muscular calves. His eyes dropped as he stared down at the frame and no longer saw a mirror, but a photograph of himself in still-motion; Chris Evans.
He tried to fight it, tried to tell himself that he wasn’t Chris Evans, he was some normal college kid that had just gone back home to visit family. And yet he couldn’t deny what was in front of him, as a moan escaped his eerie pants as a bulge began to form in his now considerably tight jeans. It was clear that no matter whether he liked it or not, he was now Chris Evans, in the flesh at least. His mind was turning into mush, almost as if he wanted to simply fall asleep and in a few more moments, his grip on the photograph would loosen, his eyes would shut and he would do nothing more than obey and create another frame, for another unlucky guy.
The dumb bro pledges never thought that it was strange that Alpha Rho Sigma looked like the spelling of “Ape” but once they join they sure figure it out
The one on the right has been a JOCKBOY for a while and recruited his lil bro on the left to the team just a month ago. He put the cap on him without asking and he instantly got hard and dumber. Started caring about lifting and fucking, and being a total JOCKBOY.
He’s made good progress, getting big and the cap hasn’t left his head since. It’s made him a total slutty dumb JOCKBOY, just like his big bro. And now that’s all he wants to be.
“Dumb mindless jock”? What a specific goal that is. Luckily it’s a common one here. Many a soul steps through those doors in pursuit of muscle and a stereotype that is considered dead to many, but we’re more than happy to help revive it.
Come with me.
This is one of the classrooms we use for a little something we call the Youth program. It takes the masses that regret their choices made early on, want to start over from when it counts, or simply want to relive the glory years and gives them that chance as muscular, young jocks.
Of course, with the stereotype of jocks come the obligatory responsibility of learning. It is a cliché that commonly comes with a school setting, and while most of them ace their sex education and football statistics classes, there is the odd need for disciplinary action.
That’s why the dunce cap is a standard item in any classroom here. Unlike those of the outside world, we don’t feel that it’s regressive, and we certainly don’t feel that it causes unwanted humiliation. In fact, just to make sure we’re always on the cutting edge and as we are the Foundation, we had to put our own little spin on it that all of the students just love.
That little tweak and the Youth program’s obsession with it is actually starting to become quite the problem. Students who had previously been what counted for nerds around here have started purposely flunking, skipping frequently, and disturbing the entire classroom everyday just so they can put on the cap for several seconds. Some of the more objective teachers feel that it’s causing more harm than benefiting anyone and want get rid of it.
The issue is that it’s just so effective at what it does that we just can’t help but leave it. Besides, after a few minutes of wearing the cap themselves, the previously opposing teachers tend to agree with us. Yes, it’s that good! Don’t believe me? Try it on!
How does it feel? No, I’m not getting shorter. The hat isn’t getting smaller either. In fact, could you get up off of the stool please because at the rate your growing muscle, you’ll break it soon. Yeah, it is pretty cool isn’t it. You get all the muscle you could ever want in a matter of seconds.
There’s a reason this is a disciplinary technique, however. The muscle doesn’t come without its own cost. You may notice that it’s becoming harder to think. That’s because the hat is adjusting you as education should. The actions that put a person underneath that ridiculous hat have shown themselves to be lacking the abilities to get a real job. Instead you’ll have muscles and be paid for your grunt work.
For now I think you’ve had enough time wearing the hat, but I think you could use a little more introductory discipline sitting down. No, not on the stool, sweety. The stool is for the cap. No, dunces with big muscles and no brains like you like sitting on something else.
Maybe I could introduce you to your new dorm roommate, and he can help you figure it out. He used to be a teacher of the school before he was persuaded to try on the cap for awhile. Now he’s totally dedicated to setting boys like you straight through our suggested disciplinary techniques.
Trust me. You’ll love them…
Kevin was walking and suddenly feel very hard. He looked and saw he stepped on a skateboard and lost his footing, who puts a skateboard there? Then he noticed his shoes shifting into new styles sneakers, his shirt melting into an orange adidas shirt. His skin tanned and his hair turned dirty blond and styled itself. He looked down as his mind emptied out of everything and refilled with skater knowledge. “Damn dude I haven’t wiped out like that in years” he groaned and got back on his board, skipping school again to go to the skatepark with his dudes.
After tutoring the football teams quarterback he started to feel dizzy, almost feverish. The bro was nice enough to help him back to his dorm. Hours later he recovered and pulled down the blankets to find a great physique underneath.
“Finally awake huh bro?” The quarterback said.
“Huh what am I doing here?” He asked the bro before he started flexing.
“Wow you are dim huh? This is our dorm dunbass”
“Oh yeah huhuhuh ” he said remembering he hit his head at football practice and his roommate and teammate brought him home.
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