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Mr Evans was one of the best teachers the Pineville school district could ask for. He had his master’s in mathematics and really should have been teaching in college, but he was fresh from graduate researching and calculations and didn’t want to write text books and conduct long office hours for students, he had also been teaching at the high school in order to afford grad school so he decided to just stay in district, high school wasn’t so bad and having a master’s gave him a pay raise and he could always move on to college teaching later. However he tried to make math easy for his students and often pushed students that didn’t like it, operating under the belief that with the right teacher students could learn to embrace the important subject. The toughest students to get to were the jocks. The school gave jocks a pass when it came to academics. As long as the maintained a C average they could stay on. While most of the teachers just delt with this policy Mr. Evans couldn’t. He was toughest on jock students most of all, pushing for plenty of after school studying and one on one sessions.

It was a Friday and Josh West, the quarterback of the team was in one such after school lesson instead of at practice. He failed the mid term pretty bad and Mr. Evan’s knew going to the coach or principle would be useless so he skipped straight to calling Josh’s parents instead. His mother insisted he go to the extra lessons once a week or she would remove him from the team, as the school required parent permission for sports. Josh hated it but it was miss practice once a week or stop going at all according to his mom. But the damn nerd just went on and on, the only math Josh needed was whatever math went into his plays. He hated this, and he hated this fucker for ruining his practice time.
“Josh are you paying attention?” Mr. Evans asked.
“Fuck no this is stupid, I got Cs in all my other classes I’m fine can’t you just let me go, I’m never gonna get this bro” Josh said, being used to getting his way with teachers.
“Of course your going to get it, that’s what these lessons are for. Different things come naturally to different students, football doesn’t come as easily to some” Mr Evans pointed out.
“Football is fun and a good workout, I’m gonna go pro so if I don’t need math from my job it’s a useless class” Josh said grinning as he flexed his arms, briefly letting his pit sweat into the room.

Mr. Evans was about to give a response when the students apparent B.O. hit him. He suddenly couldn’t think straight as what Josh said about math being a useless subject seemed to oddly make sense to him. It was kinda weird, especially when the numbers start getting replaced by letters. But wait didn’t he love math? It was suddenly very hard to think as his mind started to slow down. Josh just smirked as he watched.

Mr. Evans muscles started to ache in pain as the flexed and grew, expanding and contracting as the once scrawny nerd grew in size. His arms beefing up, especially in the biceps. His flat chest pushed out into a shelf of pecs and he moaned as His nipples grew slightly larger, the skin stretched out a bit over the new muscle. His stomach aching as through he had been punched in the gut while abs carved themselves out. His body hair getting sucked into his skin leaving his chest smooth although his arms maintained some hair. He absentmindedly scratched his arm pits as the hair there grew thicker. As he scratched the hair grew dense and black, soon getting covered in sweat and he started producing the same B.O. as the student at the desk.

His own smell was starting to mix with Josh’s and it made the teacher even more dizzy and confused. His legs ached and burned as if he had just done a mile run as his bones cracked and stretched into place causing him to grow from 5’10 to 6’8 in a few seconds. His spine also stretching and growing, straightening from always being upright running instead of hunched over at his desk. His shirt was getting tight from all this so he peeled it off right in front of his former student and he started getting younger. His feet grew bigger and ripped through his fancy size 8 dress shoe growing and stretching to size 12, the same as Josh. Finally what was left of Mr. Evans moaned as His cock grow longer and thicker, plumbing and snaking its way down the leg of his now very tight boxers. Good thing Josh prepared for all this and brought extra clothes.

His mind fogged over as his memories of grad school and college faded away, along with his interest in math. He looked up at the problems he had written on the board just a few minutes ago and his mind was just way to slow to comprehend.
“The fuck is that shit bro?” The new Chris Evans asked in a deep slow voice.
“Some useless shit, c’mon bro we need to get you changed” Josh laughed pointing to Chris’ tight pants and boxers. He pulled out a spare football Jersey and compression shorts and walked his new bro to the bathroom. Josh knew that special pit spray from coach would work.

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You don’t know why you decided to do this. You were in the closet about being gay and especially about your fetishes. You had a fetish for fat bearish men, with thick hot beards and older then yourself. You finally sucked up your fears and went online for a date eventually finding a hot man who wanted to meet up. He insisted you 2 go out on a date at his favorite restraunt. When you got there you found it to be a steakhouse with an all you can eat menu. You felt nervous the whole time but met up with him at the table, he got there before you.

“So what do you do for work?” You ask him. “Im a trucker” he responds in a gruff voice. He asks you the same thing,

“nothing right now, I just graduated college so im still looking” you said. “What are your interests?” You asked him.

“Trucks, NASCAR, beer and FOOD!” he shouted laughing. You were getting hard from this simple minded redneck bear, blushing as he was basically a living fantasy sitting right across from you.

Then suddenly a waiter arrives with food plates, turns out he already ordered and got the bottomless steak for you. He stopped the awkward chit chat and started eating, insisting you do the same. You start eating and suddenly realize it tastes soo good, better then anything you’ve ever had before.
You start to notice your suddenly really hungry, hungrier then you’ve ever been in your life. Before you know it you’ve finished your first plate and asking for a second one and a third and a forth. You don’t notice your gut slowly inflating as you eat. Rather then getting full your stomach just seems to be making more room. He was eating too but mostly watching you.
Your stomach starts to show under your shirt as your shirt starts getting too tight and rides up your gut it starts to itch as hair starts to sprout all over it, your happy trail spreading to cover your gut. Your chest starts to sag into moobs. They firm up a tiny bit to imply that there is some strong muscle under the layers of fat. You finally start to notice the changes.

“What’s happening?!” You ask with your mouth full

“Keep eating your steak, cub ” the man orders and your stomach growls making it impossible to resist as you keep eating. What is this your 10th plate? You’ve lost count. Your arms start to become thick and meaty as do your legs, your thighs especially. Your ass starts to swell in size and your feet grow wider to support your new weight more evenly.
Your whole body swelling, your fat getting more evenly distributed as dark hair starts to lightly coat your arms and legs and chest
Your face starts to swell your cheeks getting rounder as a beard sprouts on your face and the hair on your head retracts back in giving you a buzz cut.

As you keep eating your mind starts to slow down, your internal voice develops a redneck southern accent, your thoughts start to shift to how fucking good food tastes, how fun it is driving trucks across the country with your best bud, you love drinking and eating with him and all your other trucker friends. Your IQ dropping drastically

Your panic and confusion about all this starts fading away in favor of just endless ravenous hunger. Until finally you burp loudly, finally full, your friend long finished and just laughing.

“Ya sure we’re hungry Rick!” he said laughing

“I got a big belly to full, Chuck” you said in a deeper, manlier voice as you felt a lot older then 23. The 2 of you pay then leave, getting back in the truck you pull off your tight shirt, you really fucking hate that places make you wear them, Chuck does th e same and the 2 of you get back on the road, you got 2 more days on the interstate ahead of you so you better get going.

A perfect example of one of Eros’ victims was Chris. He was a physics major in college but spent a lot of time online doing roleplays and looking at art of dumb surfer himbos. Always shirtless and barefoot and covered in sweat and sand and sea water. He just loved that fantasy. He had a few dreams about becoming one but of course new he was on his way to his degree, then grad school where he planned to specialize in astrophysics and then his overall goal of working for NASA, so he knew he would never actually trade his success and potential away to be a dumbass.

While he was out studying on the beach one day, he found himself distracted looking at hot guys. He noticed there was some kind of recruitment table set up for some modeling thing. He stared at it longingly as he noticed the hot guys gathered around. And it was like that, staring and half drooling that Mr. Ross noticed him and walked over, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Hey there dude” he said to Chris in a deep, almost hypnotic voice. “Couldn’t help but notice you staring, you thinking of trying out?” Chris? Try out for a modeling firm? The very idea was ridiculous, he was pale with short black hair, glasses and he was very thin, not muscular or attractive at all, not completely unattractive either but he was the type that could blend into a crowd of people as an average person.
“Uh no I was just um” he struggled for the right words to say.
“Just admiring my employees?” Mr. Ross said with a grin. “I mean you could use some work but you can definitely come try out” and suddenly Chris wanted to, he stood up and when he did the older man wrapped his arm around his shoulders.

When this happened Chris felt a sudden warm, pulsing energy flow through his body. The energy ripped through his body and as they walked his muscles burned like he was getting an intense workout. His leg muscles flexed and burned as they sculpted themselves into perfect swimmer legs. His feet began to crack and stretch until they grew to huge size 13, breaking the strap of his flip flops leaving him barefoot. He felt all of this but was being dragged along by the ancient god who was telling him all about the joys of surfing and sex and the beach. The man’s voice was hypnotic to the point that Chris couldn’t escape his grasp or even struggle, or call for help from the beach goers. His ass bubbled out and grew nice and firm as his mind was blasted with waves of pleasure while his dick grew longer and thicker and regrew it’s foreskin. His very thin stomach filled out with muscle and a six pack formed while his body hair retracted. His pecs pushed out until he had a sexy, lean torso. The man’s arm moved while Chris’ shoulders grew wider. The warm energy spread to his arms while they flexed with muscle. Especially in the biceps. His neck changed while his Adams apple got bigger.
“You won’t be needing these” the man said, pulling off Chris’ glasses while his face molded into a much sexier version of itself and his hair turned blond and styled itself up.

The god snapped his fingers and Chris’ clothes changed, his shirt vanished into thin air along with his boxers, his shorts turning into blue board shorts with stripes. And a snapback cap appeared backwards on his head

“You are a Hot, sexy, dumb, bi himbo surfer now. Surfing is your life, you live for the surf and the sand and sea” the ancient sexual being said to Chris “your new name is Chad and your the fucking king of the surf. You love to get naked, you love to fuck and get fucked and you love showing off your hot bod” and as all this was said Chris’ mind was overwhelmed by the new Chad persona until there was nothing left

“So you ready for the photo shoot dude?” Mr Ross asked his newest thrall
“Huhuhuh sure bruh!” Chad replied as he got into pose. This was the first of many pictures, the advertisement, if people bought the July addition, they would get to see his nudes.

lixpex:

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MUSCLE HUNK

Critical Mass, part 2:

Jacobs was the first to fall.

He had already started the changes. Somewhere along the line, these past six weeks, gym had become his favorite class – something he never thought he’d find himself saying. He couldn’t wait to change into gym clothes at the end of a day of class – he couldn’t wait to tackle the weight room, or the football field, or even just watching one of Coach’s weird psychedelic videos. Whatever Coach had planned for the day, Jacobs couldn’t wait to obey. Obey. (I obey, Coach, I obey.)

And he tried to think, to act like his old self, but his body just wouldn’t leave him alone these days – it just kept feeling bigger and harder and more energized and more exciting, more arousing every day.

And tonight it wouldn’t even let him do his homework (who needs it?). His arms, his shoulders, his pecs (those big jock muscles, Coach seemed to whisper to him) felt even more swollen, more impossibly big than ever before. He ran to the bathroom mirror and couldn’t believe how big everything was.

Without a thought he started flexing and feeling his big hard jock muscles. First with his shirt on, then he just had to take it off. Then he had to strip down to his shorts, because his big powerhouse thighs just had to flex too.

Then his boxers started to bug him too. Didn’t Coach give out jockstraps in class the other day? Where did he put that jock?

Gotta wear the jock to be the jock, Coach seemed to whisper. Sure thing, Coach, thought Jacobs as he went to look for it. I obey, Coach. I obey.

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lixpex:

Critical Mass, part 1:

As the students filed into the gym, Coach looked them over with a critical eye. It was week 6 of his “remedial gym” class, and the group had already changed considerably since day one. The fat kids had lost weight, some of them in stunning amounts (wow, young Warner had really thrown himself into the process!), the skinny ones were looking less “skinny” and more “lean”… Yeah, the nerds were really coming along.

But it wasn’t just their bodies. They were already acting more aggressive, rowdier, more cocky – the more self-aware ones in the group were starting to act confused by their own behavior. They self-identified as honor students, well-behaved geeks – this wasn’t how nerds were supposed to act!

Coach checked his records. Yep. They had been going through the special shakes right on schedule – there had been some reluctance at first, and there were still a couple of holdouts he would have to take care of – but by now, almost everyone had built up the necessary blood levels of the special supplements.

This was going to be the week. One by one (depending on how well they’d been following the program, influenced by their individual body chemistry), this was the week the nerds were going to hit critical mass and level up.

One by one, they were ALL gonna jock out.

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Woof!

He’s the new gym teacher at the school, never wears anything more concealing than this, and specifically requested to have all of the nerdiest guys in his class. He’s such a total alpha that no one thought to say no. All the nerds in his class were terrified for the first couple of days, but pretty soon, they got to like him. It was weird they had to call him Coach, but he was really supportive and protective of them.

By the end of the month, all of his students were working out in class in the same outfit as him. They’ve all started to put on serious muscle, thanks to the special shakes he gives them at the beginning and end of class. He’s gonna start just wearing his jock for the class, and knows the boys will do the same within a week. Coach loves how easy it is to make the nerds into total JOCKBOYS. It’s so awesome seeing them realize how hot muscle is, watching their eyes start to glaze over as their brains drain into their balls and muscle. 

They don’t realize it, but they’ll all be massive dumb JOCKBOY sluts by the end of the year. Some of them have already started playing around with each other, and Coach is loving it. Get them all started on their first cycles pretty soon too, they’ll start to go to all their classes in just slutty shorts with no shirts, just like Coach. 

Fuck yeah, it’s good to make new JOCKBOYS!

Credit where credit is due – this is the post that started the whole “remedial gym class” thing. Never not hot!

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My boyfriend’s a programmer and we’ve been talking. He told me he’s been so stressed lately and he just really wants a break. He’s also been wanting to shed a few pounds and get in shape but the stress isn’t helping, you know? I want to surprise him! I was wondering if the pink fairy could help him stop thinking so much and turn his cute chub into pure muscle! He’ll love it! I’ll love it to ;3

kinkypupecho:

Such a waste of talent, I think. A smart, brilliant young man, with skill and potential to be great, all thrown away on a wish for a bit of a break from all the thinking and all of the work. Oh, honey, it’s too late to back down, now. The magic has already been enacted. Just know that there’s a price to pay, though I don’t think either of you would be particularly dissatisfied by what you end up with.

You open your eyes and suddenly you’re standing in front of a gym. Your boyfriend is beside you, but he seems almost different. His formerly bright eyes are dull, and he has a bit of a dopey look on his face. He looks around, but his eyes just glide over everything, almost like he’s not really paying all that much attention. And then he sees the sign for the gym and chuckles, the sound deep  and utterly devoid of any intelligence.

“Bruh,” he grunts. “Let’s go in already. Can’t wait to fuckin’ pump these bitches,” he says, flexing his bulging biceps right in front of your eyes. The sight of it turns you on, and as your cock hardens in your track pants, you feel your mind fogging up ever so slightly. “Bro, like come on, we don’t have, like, all day,” your boyfriend insists.

Despite your better judgment, you follow him into the gym, and immediately the sound of pounding music assaults you and your senses. A small, brainless smile spreads across your boyfriend’s face and his eyes go unfocused. He stands there for a moment, mouth slightly agape.

You can hear him breathing through his mouth, and that fact sends another pang of pleasure through your cock. Your mind keeps getting foggier and foggier. You try to grasp for your intelligence, but it keeps slipping away. Your thoughts keep going slower and slower, becoming simpler with every passing moment.

It feels good. So good to listen. You look at your boyfriend as a smile to mirror his breaks across your face. He grabs you by the hand as he strips off his shirt and his pants, leaving him in just his sneakers and snapback. You do the same, going down to your jockstrap as you walk into the next room of the gym.

You don’t find a gym, however. You find a veritable orgy. You see couples, pairs, performing typical exercises but in a much more erotic fashion. A guy is doing burpees, sucking on a cock with every rep, and nearby a man is doing push ups, with his cock sinking into a moaning twink’s hole every time he lowers himself to the ground.

You chuckle dumbly. “Bruh, you should like, probably get on the bikes. You like those, right, babe?” your boyfriend says. You giggle, vapidly. Yeah, you love the bikes. The bikes are great. There are no seats. Instead, there are big floppy dildos that the rider can bounce up and down on while working out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your boyfriend doing bench presses while a hung personal trainer stands behind him, cock out. Every time your boyfriend does a rep, the trainer lets him suck on the cock resting across his face. It’s so hot you can’t help but spray the bike with your cum, adding to the layer that’s already built up on the equipment.

Your boyfriend and you are definitely not going to have any trouble with stress from now on, and I bet with the guy like that helping him out, he’ll be hot and cut in no time. 😉

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Pink fairy, would you mind helping me out? I’m tutoring this jock; he has potential to do really well in class, but it seems like is content cruising by. I try pushing him, but he wants me to chill out. I’m willing to give him a bit of my intelligence to help him out. Can you help us?

kinkypupecho:

See, here’s the problem with you nerds. You think that academics is the be-all and end-all of things. But that’s not really the truth. It doesn’t take a fairy to know that unless you’re going into academia that university grades don’t really matter. It’s good enough to just take the passing grade and move on. But you’re so used to the expectations on you now that you don’t think that’s acceptable, do you? Well, I’m sorry to say, but I think that your jock friend has the right of it. Why stress himself out chasing after a perfect GPA when there are so many other things that he could be doing with his life?

Oh, that’s not to say that I won’t take you up on your offer. I exist to fulfil the hottest, gayest fantasies, after all. I’m just saying, don’t be too surprised if it doesn’t have the effect that you want it to. After all, just making someone more intelligent says nothing about what they’ll be doing with that intelligence. You’re not changing his personality, you know.

Honey, it’s too late to back out now. The process has already started. An equivalent exchange. Some of your smarts for some of his body. And then, on top of that, my price for going through all of this trouble for you. Can you feel it? Yeah, just look down at that homework you have in front of you. What does this big word mean? Oh, you don’t remember? That’s good. I can tell you’re getting nervous, you’re starting to get panicky. Why can’t you figure out how to do this simple division, that basic addition?

Haha. Don’t worry. You’re feeling fuzzy. Your head is starting to get foggy. I can see your eyes glazing over. You feel hot now, don’t you? Horny all over? Can you feel your ass swelling? Yeah, I thought I’d throw in a nice bonus bubble butt. You’re going to need it, after all, with how dumb you’re going to end up being. Little slut like you will be too stupid to work in any industry.

You might think that construction work is pretty braindead, but you’ll be wrong. Your dumb ass would be a liability on those sites, so don’t even think about it. Actually, why don’t you stop thinking, period? It would feel so much better. Yeah, just give in to that pink cotton candy getting shoved in your head. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Just slowing your thoughts down. Making sure you don’t listen to them.

You’re getting so dumb now, aren’t you? Makes it so much easier to just listen to someone else tell you what to do. Makes it so much easier to let someone else think for you. Don’t worry. The jock you’ve been tutoring has always been pretty smart. He’s just never wanted to apply himself. You’ve just made him much smarter. I bet he’ll know exactly what to do with your ass.

And I bet you’ll love what he does. Well, have fun with your new life my dumb slut. I don’t think you quite accomplished what you wanted. The jock seems to want to focus more on fucking you and using you the way you’re supposed to be used than on his academics.

But with all the extra brainpower you’ve given him, I’m sure that he’ll find a way to be successful. After all, he’ll have a pretty slutty ex-nerd on his hands. The perfect camera whore. 😉

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Brother’s Debt

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Darren couldn’t believe his brother was
behind on his gym payments. And apparently it was pretty bad. They said they
wouldn’t even let him leave until they were paid back or had a cosigner. His brother was normally
really good at paying things on time, even if he was a bit of a dumb jock.
Darren didn’t know where the jocky personality trait came from but Garret was
still his brother.

“Yo bro!” he shouted from across
the gym. No one seemed to have noticed. His big hulking body waved Darren down.
“Bro… So like I’m in huge trouble. When I got this membership I didn’t read all
the print or whatever and now they’re saying I owe like a bunch of money. You
gotta help me out.”

Getting into trouble wasn’t really out of the ordinary. Garret always leaped before he’d even consider looking. “That’s what you’ve gotten yourself into…” Darren sighed.
“Dad’s going to be pissed when he finds out…”

“But dad doesn’t have to find out.
I just need you to help me,” Garret was about to start pleading. “Please man.
You won’t regret it.”

“Fine…” Darren couldn’t believe he
was doing this. He was already paying back his student loans and now he was
supposed to take this on too. “What’s a little more debt…” It wasn’t a good
idea but thinking about what his dad would probably do to Garret he couldn’t
really refuse.

“You’re the best bro! This way,” he
said throwing his large arm around Darren’s body. “The manager’s this way.” As
they walked to the back room Darren couldn’t believe the size difference. He’d
known that his brother had been working out for a while but he was absolutely
massive. ‘Genetics,’ he always joked to himself. A lot of it was hard work too
though. He’d spent so much time in the gym that it was almost worrying.

As they entered the office the
manager looked up. “So this is who you want to help you pay?” he had a steely
stare as he looked Darren over.

“Yes sir! Yes sir!” Garret had a
sing songy voice as he said it. “Little bro really needs a boost. He’s all
responsible and shit. Like I know he’ll help pay it back.”

The manager looked Darren over.
“You know what you’re signing to?”

Darren was getting cold feet. The
manager seemed so serious and he was really starting to wonder what Garret
owed. But his brother shook his body underneath is arm. “Course he does boss.
Think I’d just pull any idiot?”

The manager’s gaze didn’t falter.
He was obviously waiting for Darren to answer. “Yes,” Darren muttered. But
still the manager didn’t seem pleased with that. “Uhh… Sir.” He added.

“Alright then. All you need to do
is sign this and you’ll start helping your brother pay off his debt,” the
manager held out a clipboard with a pen. Darren grabbed it and signed his name
not really thinking about it.

Garret grabbed his brother into
another hug. “Thanks bro! You won’t regret it!”

“Uh-huh,” he uttered. But he was
getting more distracted by a dull numbness corssing his body. Each of his
muscles seemed feel it. “Woah…” his head was starting to feel dizzy. “I think I
need to lay down.”

“No way man! You need to workout!”
Garret smiled. He started pounding Darren’s chest excitedly.

“Workout?” it sounded like such a
good idea but Darren had barely worked out his entire life. But right now it
felt like the weights were calling his name.

“Yeah man! Work out. You’re gonna
love it!” Garret slapped his brother’s back. “Now you’ll help me pay off my debt.
Like when he told me that he’d help me with my loans all I had to do was work
for the gym. But now you’ll get to help me pay it off.”

The manager got up from behind his
desk. “Yes. I’ll take a small percent of what you have and apply it to his
payment. And then you’ll work to help pay it off as well.”

Shock overwhelmed Darren. “But I’m
in debt too!”

The manager shrugged but had a
devilish smile. “Well I guess you’re debt will be added to his.”

Darren looked at his brother. Fear
was starting to take over. “Why didn’t you tell me that!?”

“Didn’t think it’d matter,” his
brother shrugged.

“Oh my… gahh…” Darren’s body keeled
over from a surge of pain. The numbness in his muscles changed to a more
intense pain. It was like they were working in overdrive. Each second was like
a day of intensely working out. His muscles contracted and expanded pushing the
limits of his shirt. It barely took a minute before small tears formed in the
fabric. His body was pushing hard against it. He could feel his large biceps
tearing at his sleeves. While his shoulders pushed further to his sides. His
pecs pushed forward and his ass pushed out. Slowly his size 9 feet pushed out
of his shoes, as his toes were finally able to breath from the fabric. “Fuck…
Fuck… Fuck,” he panted trying to regain his senses.

“Thanks again bro,” Garret gave him
a hearty slap to the back.

“What the fuck?” his mind was still
swimming. He couldn’t seem to think straight. His entire time at college seemed
to have drained from his mind. “Why can’t I think good.”

His brother laughed. “You’ve never
been able to think good. I’m the smart one, remember?”

“No you’re the dumbass who spent
all his time in the gym while I went to college!” Darren pushed his brother.

“NO! You’re the dumbass that did
that.” Garret pushed back. “I got a huge debt cause I was trying to help you’re sorry ass!” They balled their hands into fists, ready to fight.

“Boys,” one word from the manager
and both of them stopped instantly. “You’re both dumbasses. Neither one of you
read the contract before you signed it. Now, until you both pay off your debt, you work for me.”

“But I had a really bad debt… There
was like 5 numbers in it…” Darren whined.

“Me too bro…” Garret added. “But at
least right now you got a sweet body. We just gotta help out the gym and make
the customers happy. And with a body like yours it’ll make it go so much
better.”

“Bro…” Darren really appreciated
the compliment. His body flexed on its own showing off the deep grooves in his
muscles. Each one bulged out and was easily noticeable. Darren was more worried about his wardrobe. He’d need at least an XL. It’d be tight but it’d show off his muscles better. His attention turned back to the manager. “So I’m like a trainer or somethin? Cause I don’t really know how to
work out…”

The manager spoke up, “something
like that. Whatever the customer asks for you’ll help them get there. Most of
the time it’s just normally training…” Darren’s mind started to fill with
different training methods on how to get big. Guys and girls would always ask
him for advice so he had to study it hard. He may have been dumb but he wanted
to at least know how to work out. Plus sounding smart held their attention a
little longer. “But sometimes they ask for more.”

“More?” Darren was still coming to
grips how he knew so much about working out instead of what he’d studied in
college.

Garret smiled. He pounded his own
chest trying to hold his excitement in. “Yeah man, more! Like sex and stuff.
You think that hot bod won’t see any action? Cause you’ll have people beggin to
fuck you,”

“Yeah!” Darren said excitedly.
“Wait… Fuck me… Don’t I fuck them?”

Garret shrugged his heavy shoulders
again. “I mean sometimes… But that doesn’t pay as much… And it’s not really as
much fun…”

It took a second but Darren started
to realize he agreed. There was something in his mind telling him that he
really liked it. He slowly started to nod his head. “So when do I start boss?”