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dumb-and-jocked:

“So, you’re my new tutor, right?” Isaac said, walking over to where I was sitting. Isaac Polsen was the most popular person in the high school; for after he won the state championship for basketball his whole life had been getting better and better. He was good looking, smart, and got every girl and, according to the rumors, guy he could have ever wanted. Not only did he have the perfect life, but he was also rich and was planned to be on the states NBA team when he was old enough.

I on the other hand was short, lanky, pale, and forgettable. The only thing I had going for me was that I was good in Calculus, and that’s what brought Isaac to me.

“Yeah, my name is Stephen.” I stuck out my hand and he shook It vigorously.

“I’m Isaac.” It was funny he would mention that even though he probably knew that everyone knew his name.

“Let’s start on page 729.” I flipped open to the page as he pulled out a basketball to twirl. As I talked, Isaac began to spin
the basketball over and over on top of his finger. Every now and then I would look up to see if he was catching on, and he would give me a simple nod and then I would glance back down and begin again. Except every time I looked up, it took me longer to get back down. There was something about that ball that was making me lose my interest. I started to get hotter and a little sweaty until finally I heard Isaac say;

“Look up.”

I did, and this time I didn’t try to glance back down; I just stayed. He smiled and began to closer to my face from across the table.

“You see, Stephen, I didn’t need you to tutor me,” he smiled again and sat back down, “I was here to tutor you, isn’t that right?”

Suddenly something clicked open in my head. Thoughts began whirring out of my head as I looked at him. My numerous facts and ideas drifted away until there was nearly nothing left except some basic knowledge.

“But I wasn’t here to tutor you in math was I? I was here to tutor you in basketball.”

He tossed me the basketball and as soon I as I had caught it, my body began to become tense. My legs began to stretch underneath the table until my height reached 6”7’. My arms, biceps, triceps, and quads began to bulk up with muscles as my thighs and calves became as strong as steal. My flat stomach sucked in a little to form a nearly visible six pack. My hands began to grow thicker and meatier to help support the basketball. Calluses began to form to help show the years of hard work I had done. My feet began to expand in my shoes, going up slowly. By Size 11, my shirt ripped to shreds. Size 12 and my pants were stretching to the limit as hair began to flood across my body. Size 13 and my brown hair became I dusty, dumb blonde. Size 14 and my neck began to grow as my Adam’s apple pushed forward proudly. Size 15 and my had became bigger and more brutish, but in a sexier, young adult way. My hair got cut a little shorter as a small beard grew in. My memories began to be replaced by getting laid with my bros and drinking. D’s and F’s were becoming my new grades as my IQ hit 83. My cock expanded in my underwear, which had transformed to a pair of Calvin Klein. As my feet reached Size 16, my cock reached 9 inches and my newly acquired bull nuts burst all over me and partly on Isaac. My old life is blew out and my new, basketball jock life settled in.

“Now are you ready for your tutoring session, brah?”

“After one more, bro, and no homo.”

“Ok, Steven, but let’s make this quick.”

Source: dumb-and-jocked

dumb-and-jocked:

You hadn’t known why you wanted listen to Coach Sorenson so bad, you just knew that you couldn’t masturbate.

What you didn’t know was that Coach Sorenson had been planning this for months; seeing your weak and nerdy self walking down the hallway made him sick, and he wanted to fix you. The super, super senior Logan Halls had finally graduated, which left the wrestling team captain position open. You were passing with flying colors, graduating this year as a junior; but Coach Sorenson thought that you could be much more successful in life.

At the beginning of the day you were called down to his office, like it was just any other day. You knew that Todd Sorenson was the best known coach in the state; with his son being one of the top high school wrestlers in his glory days. As you sat in Coach Sorenson’s office; you began to smell something. It was strong and pungent, and you were getting a little turned on by the smell of Alpha Male. You looked around the office, trying to find the smell, until you came upon an old American Eagle sleeveless shirt. You smelled it deeply, noticing multiple cum stains. For some reason, you wanted to wear the nasty old cum rag. The old you would’ve reported the cum rag disgustedly, but this new you wanted to put it on. You slowly took of your polo shirt and placed on the XXL shirt over your frail body. It was then that Coach Sorenson strolled in.

“Oh, so it looks like you found my cum rag,” he said, smirking.
You didn’t make a single noise, you just stood there. The rag still to your nose. Coach Sorenson walked over to the trash can and pulled out a used condom, filled to the brim.

“Wouldn’t you rather have the real stuff?

He handed you the condom and you graciously drank it down. The warm goo flowed down your stomach, making you feel warm.

“Oh,” he said, looking through this desk, “you can have these too.”
He tossed: an old, yellowed jockstrap that was far too stretched, a pair of smelly, cum-stained mesh shorts, an old baller cap, and a pair of Size 14 Nikes that stunk to high heavens. You began to adoringly place the clothes on. You didn’t put on the shoes however, instead you brought them to your face.

“Those were my son’s when he was 14,” Coach Sorenson said as you noticed him getting hard thinking about his son. As you had put on the gear, you hadn’t noticed that you were now 6"3, or that you had gained almost 70 pounds of pure muscle. The stench of Todd and Jack Sorenson had now absorbed into your body as you began producing your own. Your legs were now long and hairy, in which you loved to wrap around your opponents. Your feet had grown to a gargantuan Size 14, perfect for your new shoes. Your bi’s and tri’s expanded as your body was covered in hair, especially in your armpits were you would make the challenger faint. Your pecs and eight pack grew larger than ever before as your cock and balls heated up. They grew and grew until you were permanently horse hung with your bull nuts. Your neck grew thick and your mouth produced a deep moan. Your head go much larger and squarer as your shaggy hair was cut to the perfect buzz. Your face became sexier as your IQ began to drain to your swollen bull nuts. Each point of IQ lost made you go from a unknown nerd to high school king. You knew you couldn’t masturbate, but it was just so hard. Coach Sorenson needed you, and you couldn’t let him down. As you blew your load your life transformed around you. You were now Chad Carlson, super junior wrestling star. You couldn’t let your team down and academics couldn’t stop you. With an IQ of 89 it was pretty hard anyways.

“Did that feel better?” Coach asked, and gosh was he sexy.

“Yes,” You said, helping him lick up your cum, “a lot.”

hypnothrill:

Jared couldn’t remember very much about last night’s beach party, but he knew that he had, like, a whole new purpose now. Forget about going back to school after break, he and the other guys were gonna stay on the beach, like, forever, and have parties every night. And in the day, just lay out on the beach and surf and just be naked all the time. 

Cause for some reason, he didn’t want to wear clothes anymore. Except maybe some board shorts if he went out to get some food, or to meet some cool dudes to invite to their beach parties. Cause that was real important too, now, finding hot young dudes and bringing them to the party. Jared just knew somehow it would change their whole, like, outlook on life, and then they could hang together. And maybe fuck.

Huh, he hadn’t realized he was into fucking dudes until now. But that was cool. No, more than cool: awesome. He looked over at Ron, who was taking off his board shorts, and then at their buds playing out in the water, and his dick started to get hard. 

“Dudes, wait up for me!” he called, then ran out to join in the fun…

collegenerdtojock:

“Uuu…..fuck…..this is some dope shit,”
“Damn right bro! How does it feel, huh?”
“Marvelous……like…..fuck my pecs are swollen! And this body lookin ridiculously big,”
“Well, that’s what happen if you mix some roided gym rat DNA with supreme bodybuilder, you get the size and symmetry all at once,”
“Hell yeah bro, I wonder, why do you do this to me? I mean, you can get all of this glory for yourself and instead you give it to me,”
Smirk creeped from Alex’s face
“Let’s just say that you are standing in my way to get that master degree scholarship,”
“What do you mean, bruh?” Lewis said, absent-mindedly flexing his swollen biceps
“You see, the serum will not only affect your physique, but also your mind. For example, 2y-4x = 16, what’s the value of y if x is 5?”
“The fuck are you talkin’ bout bruh?” asked Lewis, not giving a fuck to Alex question and still admiring his body
Alex smirked even more and then ruffled his roommate hair
“Good boy, keep being simple. Now, I’m going to go to the classroom while you stay here in the gym and crush these machine like a beast, bye Lewis!

collegenerdtojock:

“Huh, I have a dick now, huhuhuhuh,”
The once nerdy chem grad girl now just sitting in the middle of the skatepark after her (or his now) professor dumped him due to the test failure. The medicine supposed to make her becoming more attractive yet probably there’s a mistake in the mixing of the potion and she become a he now. And quite a good looking he, the professor should said. Lean body, boyish face and quite a satisfying package, yet the potion seems take another toll as it has side effects that killed most of the brain cells she once have and now he is just a simple minded lad.
“Huhuh, it’s growing…..unghhhh…..need to spurt it out and unload so I can skate,”
The professor just stared from the distance at his once bright assistant
“Your sacrifice will worth for thousand girls out there, keep that in your mind, if you have any……” he said, walking back to his car and leave the site before people started to come there.

itsflyinglikeadragon:

ukscallyladz:

👟ukscallyladz👟

You were browsing Grindr for a hook-up. One seemed interesting and so you got chatting and chatting away on the app. You decided to meet up with the guy, even though he seemed like a scruffy chav and not normally your type he seemed to have some personality.

You started to feel a moment of regret when you took the bus which winded through council estate after council estate. Watching the bus move on your map hoping it gets to a less rough area before you realise you’re at your stop.

Getting off the bus you gulp. The bus drove off almost immediately and you can see the run-down block of flats in front of you. You feel suddenly unsafe in your jeans and plaid shirt along with your converse shoes.

You check the bus times. The next bus out of the area wasn’t for another hour so you were stuck. No chickening out of this one it seemed.

Entering the block of flats you notice a large security camera. Clearly this was a problem area. You find the flat number on the sign donning the local council logo in the bottom corner. The guy’s flat is on the top floor, of course it is.

You press the button of the lift and you hear the shaft thunder downwards towards the ground floor. You get out the way of the screaming child in the pushchair being pushed by a lady in a pink tracksuit. She looks at you like a piece of trash on the floor, and well in this area you kind of were.

Getting in the lift, you push to go to the top floor and the door closes in a rackety manner, and way too quickly to probably be safe. The lift jolts a bit to go upwards, pushing you a bit on edge. The light flickering as it slowly makes it way up floor by floor.

It feels like ages and it smells of cigarettes, a smell intoxicating you. You feel slightly lightheaded, and the flickering does nothing for you. Creating a painful headache which hits suddenly.

Out of instinct you spit in the corner. Something you never did before, but trying to think why you did that doesn’t seem to do much help for your headache. 

Your dick stirs in your boxers. Something’s off but you can’t help but slide your hand into your trackies. Feels so good to have your hand in your trackies you barely realise you’ve made it to the top floor and your mate is waiting for you with his dumb smile.

Tonight was going to be a good ‘un, and after he’s had his way you won’t remember a thing. Nothing he didn’t want you to remember anyway.

Source: ukscallyladz

idesofrevolution:

“Oh my god, Derek! What happened to you?” Charlie stared horrified at his former buddy, who now appeared before him muscled, tattooed, bearded, and about ten years younger. Absolutely shocked at the transformation, Charlie fell to his knees, there in the waiting room; his friend lounged on the fur bean bag, surrounded by ammunition, booze, and firearms.

“I’m hired, dude! They need security here. So, I volunteered and they helped me out with the… Job Requirements.” Derek flexed his jacked left arm, reveling in the bursts of testosterone rushing through him. “They need one more, and I put your name down. Good luck, bro!” Charlie had never heard his friend speak like that before. Derek had graduated from Carnegie Mellon University with a degree in Marketing. He was plain spoken, but by no means this meathead type.

“Mr. Carmichael?” A striking gentleman with snow white hair called out Charlie’s name from the open doorway. He nervously tried to escape the way he entered, but after a signal from Derek, two huge men blocked his route. “Ah, yes. Mr. Charles Carmichael. Come this way.” Charlie felt two arms link with his own, lifting him from the ground, and carry him into the dim room.

Inside, a large red velvet chair sat illuminated in the center of the room. The two brutes plopped him atop it, and silently stood behind him. The silver haired man stood before him, with his supposed companion. They ruffled through some papers in a manila folder, eventually halting upon a single document.

“Alright, Mr. Carmichael. It says here that Lt. Derek Watts recommended you for the job. He’s a man of good taste. So we’ll take his word for it.” Charlie tried to struggle in his seat, but was shocked to see his body was immobile. Frozen in it’s place. “We’re looking for dedicated people to join the security team here at Libertine Hall, so we’re just going to be certain you’re up for the job.”

The two hands began to strip Charlie’s clothes from his body, forcefully tearing and ripping the fabric to shreds. A pair of freezing cold dog tags were placed around his neck, causing goosebumps to ripple down his skin. Unable to protest, Charlie could only whimper as his vision became blurry and distorted.  “Alright, Question One: What is your rank?” The silver haired man read off the clipboard holding the manila folder, casually glancing at Charlie. As if on cue, Charlie obediently responded.

“Private, second class, sir!” Eyes bulging from his skull in horror, he could only watch as the man smiled with pride.

“Good. Second question: what is your post?” 

“Aerial, sir! I pilot the helicopter!” The two continued with a Q&A for three hours before the final portion of the questionnaire began. With a mischevious glint in his eye, the silver haired man smirked and spoke quietly.

“How long have you been working out, soldier?” Charlie squirmed as he felt heat radiate underneath his skin. As if every muscle contracted all at once, flexing his entire body. Sweat poured from every pore, coating him in a thick layer of dirty grime. He could barely see his bulbous beer gut melt away into a cut mesomorphic torso, thunder thighs compress into lean muscle, and sagging arms tighten and bulk.

“My whole life, sir!” he involuntarily cried out, with gleaming pride emanating from his voice.

“You’ll need some boots, soldier. What size are you?” Exhausting every ounce of energy he possessed, Charlie was unable to cry out for help as his feet exploded into a growth spurt, with high arches and long, narrow toes.

“Size sixteen, sir!” The two goons slid on a pair of clearly well worn combat boots, after which they remained at his side, awaiting their orders.

“Great. Of course, you understand you’re a subordinate of ours. You’ll be required to… perform… daily for our guests and clients. Nonetheless, it seems you’re excited to do so.” Charlie barely noticed the perfect, lean cock standing at attention, eager to please.

“Sir, yes sir!” A buzzing sound echoed in the blackened room, and Charlie could only watch as his perfectly coiffed hair was shaved from his head, replaced by a tight buzz cut and black beret. He stood, like the good obedient soldier he is, and saluted his commanding officer. 

“Good. You’re dismissed, private.” Exiting the room, Charlie smiled a dumb grin at Derek, and pulled him into an aggressive bear hug fit for a General. Yet, behind their eyes, the two accountant’s suppressed consciousnesses cried out for any shred of help, destined to be locked away in their hulking soldier bodies.

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Source: idesofrevolution

dougtfs:

“You gotta try this weed, dude,” said my roommate, swaggering into my room in just a tank top and his underwear.

“I need to study,” I said, trying not to stare. he was a big muscle jock, always getting high with his friends and pumping iron when he wasn’t playing videogames.

“Just try,” he teased, his eyelids heavy as he leaned his face down next to me. I tried to look away, to fixate on the book I was trying to read. “Just try it. Just once.” I could smell the pot on his breath.

“No man,” I said. “Please just let me study.”

He took a long drag on the joint in his hand, then leaned back down in my face, holding his breath and smiling like an idiot. 

“Just go awa–” I started, and then he coughed in my face, and all the smoke billowed around me. I gasped, inhaling a bunch of it, and suddenly I couldn’t remember what we were saying.

“What was that?” he said. 

“Just… uh … lemme try it,” I slurred, feeling dumb and giddy. I put the joint in my mouth, inhaled, and felt so gooooood.

“Why you wearin’ clothes, man?” my roommate asked. I looked down. Why was I? I couldn’t remember what good clothes were. What’s the point? I pulled my pants down, and my roommate helped me yank off my shirt. 

Naked, I leaned back on my bed, rubbing my long hair in relaxed bliss. My roommate crouched down at the bottom of the bed, grinning at me.

“Whaddya doin’?” I laughed. 

He just took my foot in his mouth and started sucking. Mmmm, nice. I wiggled my toes for him, then noticed the plate of pot brownies he’d brought in and set near the bed. I grabbed one and took a bite – wow, so good. My head swam, my mind sunk, and by the time I finished the first brownie I couldn’t even tell you my name.

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